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Derek sighed lightly as he stepped foot into the establishment. Various smells filling his nose. Stale beer, vomit from various beings. Gathering himself, Derek immediately went to the back of the club, and sat in a booth before closing his eyes and folding his hands in front of him on his lap. He released a deep sigh as he reflected on the past events. Derek was back, but he wasn't Derek. At least, he didn't feel like himself. It seemed in a instant he was back as a young teenager, his mind went back. But it wasn't when he was recently turned young, but when he knew Paige. A lazy smile came across his face, seeing her playing her flute,the memory of their first kiss. Then it happened. Paige laid in his arms, images of her face, begging Derek to end the pain came to the for front.
Derek slowly opened his eyes, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white. The pain made it seem he had lost her all over again ...
Derek ran his hands over his face, sighing again before rising to his feet. He proceeded to the bar, deciding that if he were to get drunk, his mind would be at ease for once in a long while, but seeing as he is a Werewolf, he was in for a long night.
Post by Amy Annalysia Peroni on Apr 24, 2016 11:24:01 GMT
Amy had always hated it behind the bar, but she hadn't actually minded it for the last couple of months as she had finally started getting used to it. Maybe that's because her father wasn't always breathing down her neck and her mother wasn't telling her to "make better choices" or "stop dressing that way". She had always jus wished that they would leave her alone.
Amy had sensed a storm coming her way and forced herself to calm down, otherwise she would have lost total control and that would have been very bad. Her attention had been pulled away from the wine glass in her hand that she had been polishing spotless and to a man with startling blue eyes. She had walked up to him, placing the wine glass up in the rack to be put back in the fridge.
"Hey, what can I get for you?" She had asked, her light, Italian accent slipping into her speech. She had always hated the Italian accent, reminded her too much of the coven that kicked her family out when her mother fell pregnant with her. She would always hate her coven and people. She was most definitely not one to mess around with human interaction. She was in for a long night.
Derek was slightly curious as to what Kate's plans were in regards to him. Perhaps that would be his next task, after finding her. No. He thought to himself. She nearly ruined him on his own more times then he'd like to announce, first the fire, then this. If he were to face her again, he wouldn't want to do it all. He would need help, he'd need Scott. Deciding to focus on the pressing matters at a later date, his eyes trailed up from the bar's reflective counter edge, to the neon illuminated menu. Not sure what would work the fastest, Derek decided on drinking Vodka. Thinking of the saying, 'Beer before liquor makes you sicker.' A stupid saying none the less, but hopefully a effective one.
His eyes then drifted to a women behind the bar, her accent ringing in his ears. The foreigner automatically caused the male's eyebrows to raise. However, tourists weren't exactly a revelation when it came to Beacon Hills. As his eyes scanned her features, Derek realized he hadn't seen her around town before, causing suspicion to arise. He decided to keep an eye on her for now, not feeling up to par physically, nor feeling like a battle.
Not wanting to cause alarm, Derek gave a light smile as she greeted him, nodding once at the above menu as his eyes mental confirmed his virbal action. "I'd like a Vodka, and keep them coming. " He added before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet.
Post by Amy Annalysia Peroni on Apr 25, 2016 9:31:40 GMT
Amy had taken a breath as she tried hard not to scoff under her breath. If she had a penny for the amount of people that heard her accent yet still acted the same, she wouldn't have to work behind the bar ever again. But still, she had smiled as she grabbed a glass and put a little bit of ice in it, because let's face it. Warm vodka? Not the greatest, and yes she would know.
Amy could practically feel his eyes burning holes into her face and it had taken everything in her not to snap at him to mind his own business as she filled the glass with a double shot of vodka. Amy could sense something about him, like all witches could with supernaturals. She didn't know what he was, but she had certainly just made it her mission to find out, whether he liked it or not.
She had placed the glass down on the reflective countertop and raised a hand in front of her face as the man went to pull out his wallet. "Forget about it, on the house. You look like you need it more than I do," she had responded as she went back to polishing wine glasses and putting them away. It had been a slow night, not much to do, not many people to serve, but she had found herself actually wanting to talk to people and that was certainly a scary concept.
The woman before him had made Derek even more paranoid than he already was, despite his cover. It wasn't easy for him to trust people in general, let alone new people. Heck, for all Derek knew, this woman could be one of Kate's spies. His jaw clenched lightly at the thought before looking away from the woman and glancing around. She couldn't take him on her own, so Derek peered around some to see if anyone stood out as sketchy.
The bar seemed normal, people an inch away from passing out, various things going on more towards the back of the bar. Derek assumed there was no threat before looking back to the woman as she handed him his drink.
"Thanks. " He said, taking the crystal container into his hands. As she gave her reasoning for his drinks to be on the house, Derek couldn't help but to sigh some, his eyebrow quickly raising before falling.
"You can say that again. " Raising the glass to his lips, Derek took a drink before setting the glass down in-between his hands. Thinking it was best to gain knowledge on the woman just in case she was a spy, Derek adjusted himself before bringing his eyes back to hers.
"So, how long have you been in Beacon Hills?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow prior to taking another drink.
Post by Amy Annalysia Peroni on May 5, 2016 11:35:45 GMT
Amy had had enough of the night, it had seemed to drag on considerably. But she knew that in order to support her cousin, she had to work certain hours and if that meant dealing with drunks and men who drank vodka, then so be it. Amy had spun around and grabbed her finest whiskey off of the top shelf and poured herself a drink.
"Cheers," she said sarcastically as she tipped the whiskey back like a shot. The alcohol burned her throat, but it was a welcomed feeling. She had poured yet another shot of whiskey and was surprised when he had started to talk to her.
"All my life. My family originates from Italy, but when my mother fell pregnant with me, both of my parents were disowned and we were forced to move, so my father brought us here. You?" She had replied and had been quite surprised with herself when she found that she was enjoying the conversation. She had tipped the whiskey back once again and poured herself another. If she couldn't enjoy her night, she might as well have something to drink.
Derek furrowed his eyebrows as he saw her pour herself a drink. He's been to various bars in various places, but he's never seen a bartender drink on the job. Perhaps this could work to his advantage. When she said she had lived in Beacon Hills all her life, Derek raised an eyebrow. "Your family must be very private. As I've never seen you before, nor have I met Italians. Britain's are a different story.." He trailed off some as Deucalion's face came to mind, he rolled his eyes at the thought.
As she questioned if he had been from Beacon Hills, Derek huffed lightly. "You can drop the act. I know that people feel pity for me cause of the fire, but I don't need it. " He replied, assuming she knew about the Hale fire and was just scooting around the topic. But seeing as they've never crossed paths until now, she could have not known about Derek and his family.
Post by Amy Annalysia Peroni on Jun 26, 2016 4:29:07 GMT
Amy noticed the look he had shot towards her about her pouring herself a drink, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything, as nobody had given her any reason to. She had always been a quiet person, always hiding in the shadows, noticing different things, it was how she learnt everyone's secrets, supernatural or otherwise.
"Yeah, very private. We had a tendency to hide away, you know, in case we were found. We were sort of hunted, like we were wanted pirates on the high seas, but in my case, we were wanted Italians, for my conceivement out of wedlock. My family's pretty uptight and traditional," she had cringed at the mention of traditional families and grabbed a wine glass to polish. She had to try and keep busy, otherwise, who knew what she could tell him.
Amy had nearly dropped the wine glass she had in her hands when he mentioned the fire and she couldn't help but have a look of confusion on her face.
"Listen, I'm pretty much a stranger in this town. Nobody knows me and I don't know anybody else. I'm practically a hermit. I was homeschooled my entire life and that resulted in not meeting anybody, so I tend to stay to myself. But I'm sorry, was it bad?" She had asked as she leant on the bar, just next to him on his left hand side, pouring another drink for both her and him.
As the woman before him explained her history, Derek couldn't help but to feel they were the same in a sense. They both were hunted, and evidently still are. "Your father knew what he was doing then, moving you guys here. With everything that goes on it can make for a good cover for some." He explained. "Traditional?" He questioned allowed with a raised eyebrow, looking at her drink before meeting her eyes again."Right." He said with a light smirk, as it's obviously not traditional to drink and work unless you're getting paid to drink wine.
At the sound of her shuffling to catch the glass upon his words, Derek could tell right then and there that she hadn't known about the Hale fire. He inhaled deeply before shaking his head some. "Sorry, I assumed you knew. Everyone here tries to bring it up without really bringing it up. I just thought I'd beat you to the punch." He said as he tapped the side of his glass before taking a drink.
It seems the latter of what she had said, the question, 'was it bad?', was like being branded. "I lost my mothe-" He paused mid sentence, thinking this isn't the easiest thing for a human to understand. Especially one that knows nothing of the supernatural. "It's complicated." He finished, watching as the liquid flowed from the bottle into the glass. "What about you? Are your parents still around?"
Post by Amy Annalysia Peroni on Jun 26, 2016 6:58:08 GMT
My father wasn't the one who moved us. He would have stayed, even if they were going to kill us. It was my uncle that got us out of there actually, then he followed later with my cousin," she explained as she put down the wine glass she had and then picked up another, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips at the sight of a bright line of red lipstick that still stained the rim.
"My family are the traditional sense. Believe in God, ask the permission before you ask someone to marry, be married to have a child, that kind of stuff," she shrugged carelessly, polishing the wine glass over and over until she was satisfied that there was nothing that remained on the rim.
It's alright, really. You don't have to explain to me," she had smiled sweetly while she watched him take a sip of his drink.
"Complicated huh?" She could tell there was something underlying his tone, but Amy had never been one to pry. After all, she wasn't the kind of girl to go delving into people's personal lives.
"Uh, I lost both of my parents and my aunt and uncle in a car crash a couple of years ago. It's what stuck me with Joanna, but I wouldn't know what I'd do without her," Amy shrugged her shoulders as she moved on to the next glass. It had been pretty amazing at how many glasses she had used on their quietest night in a long time.