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Yvette had to admit that other than the one experience with messed up anti-shifting potion the time she'd spent in Siren Cove had probably been the best since she'd been turned. People didn't freak out about her weirdness here and in fact, with how much she hid it, people really didn't even comment or notice it at all. She had a super tiny place she was renting above the garage of a nice old lady with a discounted rent in exchanges for helping clean up around the place.

She was basically working all the time but that was fine with her, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. Besides, her job at the Watersong was pretty great. She made a killing on tips and the customers were a lot nicer than what she was used to. Probably because no one messed with Lara, which was amazing. Lara was sexy and bad ass and a great boss. Yvette maybe had a bit of a lady boner for her but she was pretty sure everyone had a boner of some sort for Lara Quinn.

Most of her shift was fun, chatting and being friendly with clients while she made sure they were happy. She was good at it, picking it up quickly as promised. Plus, she got to watch the dancers, which was awesome. Dancing was always one of her favorite ways to blow off steam, whether it was at a high school dance or the one time she and friends had snuck in to a club using fake IDs.

Was the place had shut down she was still there, happy to be one of the ones on the closing shift. You got to learn to do a lot more when you closed or opened a place, which meant you learned more and were more valuable. You also got to pick up more work usually because those were the shifts no one else really wanted.

But for the most part she was almost done tonight, just some last minute cleaning of some areas and then she could go home. Slipping her earbuds in she cranked up the volume a bit and sang along softly while she began to dance about as she finished up.

"I didn't know that I was starvin' 'til I tasted you..."

[Talk to her at work, after she's off, or catch her when she's heading home!]

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Eve had proven herself to be a hard worker. Laras minor reservations had been allayed pretty much the moment Eve had started at Watersong and Lara found her to be an asset. The customers liked her a whole lot too. As many women as men hit on the new girl, tipping large and often which made the rest of the staff happy. She sold more than a few expensive bottles so overpaid stuffed shirts and Lara couldn't help but smile as she brushed off their attempts at seduction.

It was past closing time and Lara had stayed on to do some paperwork. She was done for the night and headed out to hear a pretty voice singing and Eve being its owner. She stood and listened while Eve worked.

"Well that was pretty." She said as the song apparently ended. "You know there's an open mic night here every Wednesday. You should get up on stage."

Yvette blushed at the compliment. Normally she was pretty good at fending off or not being affected by things like that but with Lara it was different. It was a good thing Lara was so nice or it would be a problem.

"Oh, thanks," she said, pulling her earbuds out. She'd always been a passable singer but it wasn't anything she ever thought about something with. "I'm pretty sure in a town full of Sirens no one wants to hear me sing. Besides, I've always been more of a dancer. I like to move."

"Trust me, there are more than a few tone-deaf sirens in this town." Lara chuckled as she walked over. "But if you like to dance, we have room for that too. You've seen the girls and guys up there." She said, nodding at the podiums and stage.

"Really?" she said, glancing up at the stage. She'd thought about it, it would probably mean more money and she did like to dance, although this would probably turn it into work. Still... it would be a big step up from what she did. Biting her lip she turned back to Lara.

"You really think I look good enough to be up there? Do you want me to audition? I can do it right now."

"Sweetheart...do you not own a mirror?" Lara said, raising her eyebrow. Eve was a stunning girl.

Lara smiled and jumped up on the bar, reaching behind and flipping on the spotlight to the stage. She tapped a track on the DJ program and waved a had at Eve. "Show me."

Yvette knew that she was pretty, even if she didn't always feel it, but she wasn't going to argue because she liked the compliment from Lara.

"I just mean there's a difference between looking nice and dancing professionally," she said. At the same moment though she hopped up on the stage without hesitation. She had never had a problem with being fearless.

She started to move to the music, closing her eyes at first, imagining Lara there watching her. She thought about how the woman made her feel, about guys and girls back home and along the way she'd been attracted to and just sort of... danced for them. She put all that desire and sensuality into a physical expression, blending in the moves of the other girls she had seen with her own.

After a bit she opened her eyes and locked them onto Lara's, making it an intimate show. She bit her lip, feeling her body flush, hoping the authenticity of how she felt would lend some authenticity to the dance. By the time it was over Yvette felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin with desire.

Instead, she did her best to casually hop off of the stage and shrug her shoulders.

"So, that's what I've got."

Lara smiled as she watched Eve dance. She was used to people and their different turn-ons but they were always a pleasure to watch. Eve made a good show too, body lithe and fluid in the best way.

She clapped as Eve came down off the stage and smiled, hopping down off the bar and crossing over to her. "Well done. Very well done." She said, leaning her hip against the side of the stage. "You're a natural in more ways than one. Some of my sirens don't sing and dance as well as you do. Granted, they have other talents." She added with a sly smile. "But that's a whole other business. This, though...I think you'll be good at this." She tapped her bottom lip thoughtfully. "Ten percent payrise if you'll dance as well as serve." She offered. The dancing would only be a few times a shift as the rest of the dancers took their turns.

"What? Oh my gosh, thank you!" Yvette said, impulsively giving Lara a hug. It probably wasn't very professional but she couldn't help it. It was either that or cry because Lara had been helped her out more than almost anyone since she had left home. And Yvette definitely wasn't going to cry in front of her boss right now.

"I promise, I'll work twice as hard. I'll take dance classes on my own time to get better any everything. Thank you so much."

Lara laughed and hugged Eve back. She liked her a lot and making her staff happy was one of the parts of the job Lara loved best. Besides the fact that happy staff stuck around,of course.

"I think you're gonna do just fine." Lara said, letting Eve go and smiling at her. "Remember though, it's not a strip joint. And no dancing on the siren-only nights. You're too...raw for them to keep themselves to themselves. We take the wards down those nights so the atmosphere gets a whole lot more charged than usual." Lara grinned. "I don't want to have to go all scaly and break up a fight because you're too sexy."

"Yeah, I like the wards here, so I'm fine with not dancing when they're down," she said. The fact that her werewolf powers were muted while at work was one of her favorite things about the work. That and the paycheck, but she practically would have taken a pay cut just to work in a place that had wards like this.

"And yeah, it's totally a drag when people fighting over me bust up a building," she said, rolling her eyes a bit. She had had guys fight over before but that was more about the guys and less about her. Yvette doubted she could make that happen here with adults.

Lara laughed and shook her head. "You've never been in a room full of sirens letting their hair down before." She let a touch of her power out and wrapped it around Eve, smiling and watching her. "Trust me when I say you've never experienced anything like it."

"Whoa," Yvette said, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she felt the warmth of arousal settle low in her stomach. The fact that she was already a little turned on probably didn't hurt either. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes.

"That doesn't feel so bad."

"That's because I don't feel like turning you into a human footstool. I could, very easily, and you'd enjoy it, but that's not the kind of boss I am." Lara said, pulling her power back. "I'm matriarch. That's the tiniest fraction of my power and I have amazing control. The others don't have my control. They can't do anything much in here with the wards up, but when they're down..." She shrugged and smiled. "Take what you just felt and times it by a thousand and then imagine it pulling you in a hundred different directions." Lara turned and pulled out the talisman she'd been meaning to give Eve tonight. It was a portable version of the wards Lara had the witches put up. "If you want to work at all that night, you'll need this. Even if a sirens power isn't aimed at you, you'll get the runoff and you might not be able to make rational choices."

"What does this do exactly?" she asked, studying the necklace that Lara was holding. It looked pretty enough but she wasn't familiar enough with magic to know what it would do just by looking. At least she knew that whatever Lara gave her would be top of the line, unlike the potion she had bought herself the last full moon.

"It's basically a portable version of the wards here." Lara said, watching Eve looking it over. "It'll work outside too." She added, smiling. "Maybe not on a full moon...I haven't had a wolf working for me before to test it. But if the wards help at all, then it won't hurt, I think. "

"Are- are you serious?" she said, her eyes going wide. She didn't think that something like that was possible, although maybe she should have. Was there anything that magic couldn't? Well, besides cure her. "How much? You can take the cost out of my paycheck a bit at a time if you need to."

"Good god, don't be silly." Lara said, laughing. "All my people wear them. Some even have them tattooed on. That's a bit of a commitment though. It has to be refreshed every new moon." Lara shrugged. "Magic stuff." She added by way of explanation. "It's yours." She said and wrapped Eve's hand around the talisman.

Fabrice isn't one for going out often; he much prefers a quiet night indoors with his cats and dog. But Yvette texted him, inviting him out for a drink. And she seemed so nice (and so pretty) when they'd met at the coffee shop; how could he refuse?

He picks out a soft sweater, gray like the sea on a cold spring day, and throws it over a plain, white t-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans that don't have any holes in them. He slips on a pair of dark, comfortable boots, and he makes his way to town from his place in the woods.

Yvette told him to meet her after her shift, so Fabrice hopes he's on time as he makes his way to Watersong, casting a quick spell on himself to keep out the chill of the winter evening.

"Hello?" He calls out, walking into the club and searching out Yvette.

One nice thing about being a werewolf is that she didn't get as cold as most people did. So not only could she save money by not having to buy all the cold weather gear most people did but that meant she could get away with wearing a super cute trench coat type jacket she found at the local thrift shop. Fashionable and still warm! Which was good because she was going on a date. Sort of. Was this maybe a date?

It was hard to tell. She was still on a high from her audition with Lara so maybe she just wanted this to be a date. Whatever, it was drinks with a cute guy is what it was.

"Hi, Fabrice," she said, beaming a smile as she practically bounced toward him. He looked good, in a sweater that she thought looked particularly snuggly and jeans that fit him just right. "I just finished up. Ready to head out?"

Fabrice doesn't know if this is a date or not; he's been single for quite some time now, he tries not to think about specifics. But regardless, he's out having drinks with a lovely woman. And he has very much enjoyed getting to know Yvette, from their conversation in the coffee shop. So, no matter what happens, he thinks he is going to have a lovely time tonight.

He smiles when she makes her way toward him, looking quite lovely in a trench coat-type jacket. He offers her a little wave.

"Hello, Yvette. I'm ready when you are," he says, offering her his arm. "Did you have some place specific in mind?"

Okay, the offering of the arm was different. But good different, because how many guys did that these days? She took his arm and tried not to snuggle up next to him. Ever since becoming a werewolf she'd become more of a snuggler, which was super inconvenient considering how solitary of a life she had to live.

"Well, we can always have drinks here," she said, although hanging around work after work wasn't her favorite thing to do. "Or if you have a favorite place to go I'm up for that. My place isn't that far either so we could go back there."

Fabrice knows that not everyone likes the offer of an arm; people are different, men and women both, individuals with specific tastes and wants. If Yvette had declined, he would have pulled his arm back, no harm done. He tries to be respectful as possible.

He tilts his head, considering the possibilities. He blushes outright when she mentions going back to her blace, and he only just manages to avoid turning his head away. "Well, I know a nice, quiet little pub just around the corner? We can go from there?" He offers, hoping he hasn't offended her by not jumping straight at the chance to go to her place.

"That sounds perfect," she said, leaning in to him a bit and giving his arm a squeeze. The blushing was totally cute and she didn't want him to think she was put off by the fact that they weren't going back to her place. Actually, that was probably a good thing because considering she really only had intentions of hanging out with him at her place. Well, mostly, considering how flushed she still was from work.

"Besides, I got a new position at work so I can totally afford to get us some nice booze!"

"Wonderful!" Fabrice smiles, pleased that she agrees with this plan. His grin widens when he feels her squeezing his arm. He relaxes a bit as they make their way through the bar, walking slowly, without any rush. It is nice to be in such pleasant company, Fabrice thinks. A nice way to spend the evening.

"Oh?" He asks, curious at the mention of a new job. "That's exciting. What sort of position?"

"I'm going to be dancing," she said proudly. She knows how that sounds, especially if he'd never actually been there and seen that it wasn't stripping, but if he was going to think less of her for it she'd rather know now. Honestly though she hoped he wouldn't because she didn't want to put a damper on such a fantastic evening. "It comes with a raise and I already made more there as a waitress than I did serving anywhere else."

"Congratulations," he tells her, earnestly, pleased to discover she dances, as he does, too. Probably not the same sort of dancing, if she's dancing in a club, but he doesn't think his kind of dancing is any more valid than hers for it. And she does seem so pleased, he cannot help but feel happy for her. "That is wonderful! I'm glad to hear it comes with a raise, too."

He considers her a moment, before deciding to tell her. "I dance, too, you know. Not the same as in a nightclub. But, you know." He runs a hand nervously through his hair, tensing a little. People tend to assume about men who dance ballet. "Ballet and that sort of thing. I do it for myself," he adds. "And no one else. Dancing is so freeing."

"I love ballet!" she said, eyes gong wide as she grinned. She could see why he would be a little hesitant to tell her that. There was aa strong a stigma with male ballet dancers as there was girl that danced in clubs. Now that she knew he did ballet it made sense why he had such a great legs. As an athlete she was kind of a sucker for muscular legs. "It's so beautiful. All that power and balance made so graceful."

Louise had always enjoyed early or late Watersong. It was a completely different atmosphere. Behind the scenes, the glamour less loud and in your face.

She dodged the singing, dancing redhead (one of the newer employees, if she was correct), to move towards Lara's office. "Miss Quinn?"

Edited 2017-01-14 11:20 (UTC)

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