A Night at the Waterson - Open to All

[elsewherewolf]

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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[ofcatsandfate]

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.

[elsewherewolf]

"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!"

[ofcatsandfate]

"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?"

[elsewherewolf]

"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."

[ofcatsandfate]

"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."

[elsewherewolf]

"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."