Obediance and Loyalty (Subtle Trouble and Shadowreppa)
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				Title: <strong>Obediance and Loyalty (Subtle Trouble and Shadowreppa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 23:17:32</strong>
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				Ava sighed softly, pushing a hand across green eyes, and rolling her shoulders back. She was pulling a double shift at the hotel's bar. She needed the money, and the tips. A crisp white shirt covered her discreetly, a black vest hugging her frame, and a skirt that only hit her mid-thigh completing her uniform. It was late, somewhere around two o'clock. Near quitting time. Taking a sip of coffee, she stifled another yawn, and stepped back out to the bar, smiling at Roland, the other bartend, and moving down the bar, to a woman with too much make up and not enough shirt. "Good evening, can I get you something?" She asked, voice pleasant, and with a winning smile plastered across her full, peach coloured lips.<br><br>"Fuzzy navel." The woman sounded as if she smoked three packs a day. Ava smiled and nodded, reaching for a martini shaker and began to pour the ingredients in, without even measuring. She hadn't always tended bar. She used to go to school. She was smart, and pretty, and she was going places in life. But that was until Dad died in that car crash, and Mom had been left with a few eggs short of a basket. Pushing the thought away, Ava garnished the glass for the woman, and set it ahead of her. "Would you like me to charge it to your room, Miss?" She asked. It was always better to call women Miss than Ma'am. It was heavy handed flattery, to be sure, but she'd never been yelled at for it. It usually got her better tips, too.<br><br>Ava would have to go see Mom tomorrow morning. She did every tuesday and thursday. And on Sundays they would spend the whole day together. It was a nice home tat she had found for her mother. The staff treated her well, and she said she liked the food. And the gardens were beautiful. It was a shame that it took every cent she had. Ava had been surviving off tips for three months, and she was starting to show the strain. Her hair was falling out, and her eyes had gone dull. She couldn't manage it much longer, but had no idea what to do. She couldn't move Mom, and she'd already asked for a raise. Short of winning the lottery, Ava didn't stand a chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Obediance and Loyalty (Subtle Trouble and Shadowreppa)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowreppa</strong> on <strong>04-03-2011, 09:31:53</strong>
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				Gaberial was just returning to the hotel after a late night out with some business clients discussing several potential ventures that he and they would undertake. Truth to be told, he had spent most of the night half listening, only putting in a word here and there. He was feeling a bit depressed because he had just lost his pet dog Raphael. He was very fond of Raphael, a trusted companion that had been at his side for many a years. He knew very well that he would outlive his dog, but that made it no less harder for him to bear. " Why must animals have such short lifespans? If only they lived as long as humans" he thought to himself. A strange thought just pop in his mind just than "Or perhaps humans become pets?" he thought, and pondered the quetion<br><br>Upon entering the hotel lobby, he decided to make a stop at the bar rather than go straight to his room. "No way I can possibly sleep in my state of mind right now anyway" he grumbled to himself. He decided that perhaps a scotch or two would do him good. A hotel of this caliber would no doubt carry a good brand of scotch. He started toward that doors to the bar.<br><br>Being his in mid thirties, Gaberial came from a wealthy and proud family. Though he was pretty well off from an early age, Gaberial had decided that he would blaze a name for himself, rather than hide behind the reputations of his family name. Towards that end, he had dove into his family's diamond business with a passion, and had made a small fortune himself along with respectable reputation. He stood just a bit over six feet and made it a point to stay in decent shape. His bright blue eyes show the intelligence and tact that was needed to become a man of means. <br><br>He found a seat at the bar that was a reasonable distance away from a woman who reek of smoke. He caught the eye of the female bartender, one that was quite nice looking but seem kind of distracted and tired. and waved her over. " Good Evening love, give me a double of scotch, if you please. And make that one for yourself as well, on me. You look like you could use one."
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