Just after seven at night and the place was already bussling. Jenny was on duty for bartending and she needed some time to think about what was happening. She was still thinking about what happened at the Sinister Puppet, and how she almost lost Angel. It was her fault and there was no way around it, but she couldn't reason what happened in her head. It was like her body craved for Ferox to rip her apart, to drink her blood and ravage her. To her it was a desire deeper than anything she ever felt. It scared her.

"Hey I need a Bloody Mary and a Gin and Tonic." The waitress that was leaning against the bar was one of her friends from Demaitre University, not to mention that she got the job because of the girl. Nodding Jenny went to work. She was a pretty good bartender, not professional good, but she could mix a damned good drink. First she did the Bloody Mary using Smirnoff and worked from there using tomato juice, tabasco sauce, and some other spices to dull down the taste of the alcohol. After that the gin and tonic was simple. She preferred it to be mostly gin and some tonic, and she found that a lot of people liked it that way too. After mixing the drinks she let out a sigh and filled up a glass with water taking a sip. Being a bartender had its perks, but drinking alcohol on the job was still frowned upon.

What did she want? Did she want Angel or did she want something else? Every time she tried to answer that question she only came up with more. She wasn't sure anymore.

ooc: hope you don't mind if I join

Ariel wasn't really sure why she was here.
Oh yeah, she had nothing better to do.
Her blond hair was curled tonight, and it fell over her shoulders and tumbled past her breasts as she looked down to smooth out her black halter shirt and pressed black jeans. Bright yellow heels were visible beneathe the flared hem of the pants.

She sighed as she approached the bartender, her honey brown eyes breifly meeting that of the girl's before she turned away, mixing drinks for someone else. She looked so.... disturbed? Was that the words? Well, something was weighingheavily on the girl's mind. That wasn't right. Weren't the bartenders supposed to be the composed shoulder and the drinkers supposed to be the blabbering stressed fools?

Well, maybe the moon was full. Yeah, that'd explain it. Areil pushed her ridiculous pointless thoughts from her head and concentrated on what she was here for.

Alcohol.

She watched and waited for the bartender to come her way, patient.