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Clariel

From Cafe La Beignet to Huskers

Clariel strolled into the cafe like they owned the place, which was not true. The only thing Clariel owned was their house. However, since Clariel had been living in New Orleans their entire life, they had seen many of the businesses rise and fall. Clariel walked up to the counter and gave the cashier a grin. "You know what I want..." Clariel said with a teasing tone.

"Hello Clariel, the usual?" The cashier said, making Clariel's grin disappeared.

"Why won't you ever play along Maxwell? We could have so much fun," Clariel said, running a finger along his chin, giving a small pout. The cashier stammered for a moment, as Clariel flashed a flirty grin, and picked up the bag of pastries from Maxwell. "Till next time," they said, and blew a kiss to the flustered cashier. On their way out, she gave a wink to Mel as she passed. "Hope to see you later cutie, even if it is your day off," she said, and waved, walking down the street.

Clariel had to laugh to herself. She had gotten away with free pastries, and had probably embarrassed one of her coworkers. So far, it was a good morning. She was hoping to make the day better with a little bathroom fun later, once Neffy appeared. As they munched on their pastries, they walked into Huskers and walked over to AJ and planted a teasing kiss on her cheek, not caring that it was in public. "Good to see you so bright and early cutie! I always look forward to working with you. Morning Jackson, shall I get the usual started for you?" Clariel said, giving Jackson a wink. They knew the vampire, not well, but well enough. Of course, she was in trouble with him, since he was one of the vampire head honchos. 

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Jackson's driver, Sebastian, had pulled up to the restaurant and opened up Jackson's door for him to get out of his vehicle. He got out then walked right on in and was immediately greeted by almost everyone. He offered them a wave then found his table, which seemed to be preoccupied by some patrons. His eyes looked at them as he just chose a different table today instead. Jackson sat down at a table near the window and eyed the people in passing. His ears twitched when a female's voice rang through his ears and he knew that by the way the voice sang, it had to be Alva, or AJ, as everyone else called her but him. 

"Ah, Alva..." He let those words creep through his lips as he looked up at her. "I was going to trick you guys today but it seems that I cannot. So, the usual should suffice." Jackson smiled while handing her the menu. His usual was an egg, bacon and cheese omelet, along with pancakes with syrup and a cup of coffee to go along with it. Jackson eyed Alva with a smile until she'd walk away from him then go back to looking out of the window.

His ears tingled again, turning to see Clariel as he smiled. "Yeah, I think Alva is getting it started for me already. But maybe you can help me with something else?" Jackson raised a slight brow while waving for her to come a bit closer to him now. "You see, some idiots are sitting at my normal table. Now, me, I do not want to cause any problems because it'll get gruesome." Jackson then leaned back into his seat and eyed the patrons again as one of them eyed him back. "She looks spicy." Jackson looked at Clariel then shook his head. "Forgive me."

Jackson looked back at the Latina female as she did the same but this time with a smile and wave. Jackson nodded his head towards her then turned to look back out of the window at the people who walked along the sidewalks.

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Alva Jay- Huskers Restaurant.

Mondays sucked, but Alva loved her job. Friendly faces', friendly people, and best of all, her friends and co-workers. The morning had barley gotten started and yet the restaurant was already booming with business. The cooks were already firing up the stoves, Clariel had come in, and last but not least, she was already taking orders for people. It was a busy and tiring job, but with AJ pretty much being ADHD and the little socialite she was, how could she not like it here? 

Clariel, how could Alva not like her as a friend? So much swag and so friendly. AJ blushed as the woman planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Well, why would you have anything else, Jackson,",she asked playfully, taking the menu from him and returning his smile in a charming way of hers. Walking back to the counter, she would tell the cook Jackson's usual. Coming back with the coffee pot, she would fill up his cup and then back to the counter again, taking another order of a person who had just walked in and sat at the bar. 

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Clariel

Husker's Resturant

Clariel had to grin as AJ blushed before walking away. Ah little innocent AJ. As much as she flirted, she was so young. So innocent. Clariel was waiting for the moment that the human got her heart smashed into a thousand pieces, and then they would be there, with a comforting shoulder, some booze and then... then... Clariel grinned to themselves. 

Clariel walked over to Jackson, raising an eyebrow curiously. It wasn't like him to ask favors of the Demon. She listened with interest, and then grinned. "Well Mr. Jones, are you asking me to cause trouble? With pleasure," they said with a grin, and walked over to the table and scooted in to the table, sitting next to the fine looking latina chicka. 

"Now, you all seem like fine folk, but you see that guy over there? Well, he's actually the owner and this is his table," Clariel whispered to the patrons. They were lying through their teeth, but why would Clariel care? "Now, he's not going to cause trouble in his restaurant, but," they paused, setting a hand on the woman's thigh and rubbed a bit, "However, he'll be in a bit of a mood later, and might take it out on one of his workers later. Now, you don't want that to happen now, do you?" Clariel pouted a bit, and squeezed the woman's thigh. 

The woman squeaked, and looked at Clariel. Clariel had to wink. "Alright, we'll move. We'll also keep it in mind," one of the guys said, oblivious to the fondling going on under the table. 

"Thank you for being so reasonable folks. Tell ya what, your drinks are on me," Clariel said with a wink and snuck a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and gave one last squeeze. Clariel got up and walked past Jackson as the group immediately moved to a table far away from his regular. "All yours Mr. Jones," Clariel said with a wink and headed back to the kitchen. Their phone immediately buzzed, and they had to smile. "Looks like I found number twenty-six."

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Nefertari

The Morgue

As Nefertari got into work, she looked at her phone and saw an explosion of messages. She sighed to herself. She was not looking forward to tonight. Usually when she got together with Clariel for healing, Clariel would try to reel her back in, but Neffy was having none of that. That was the past, they way way way back past. 

As she scrolled through her notices, she groaned as she saw an invite from Club Plasma. She hated Luce and the club, even if they were a main source of business for her and the morgue. Sure, it was nice to be invited to vampire events, but she wasn't exactly on good terms with the high up vampires. Of course if any of them had any idea what went on in Nefertari's house, she'd be pretty much dead. Right then and there. Didn't matter if they needed her to cover up their feedings. Having relations with a witch and angel? Yeah. Pretty much death right there. 

"Oh hey boss, we got a bit of a back-log, they person said it was all for you," one of the young workers said, handing Neffy a clipboard. 

"What? I thought we just had one... Oh. I see. I'll take care of it. Can you get Melissa to work on Mrs. Jenkins, starting up the embalming please? I will go deal with the back-log," Nefertari said as she flipped through the paperwork. Of course there had been a party at Club Plasma last night and of course there were now bodies to take care of. She hated her job. She hated her life at that moment. 

She tugged on her lab coat and went into the room and started opening up the freezers. She looked at the bodies and groaned. It was a mess. She looked over them and the paperwork and set to work. Only seven hours to go till she was free to go to Husker's, and man, was she going to need a drink.

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Melanie West
Café Le Beignet, then to New Orleans Marketplace

As Melanie opened up the newspaper, it was a relaxing morning for her bringing up her legs on the chair resting across from her reading through the news nothing interesting but she liked reading it anyway. Melanie took a bite out of her croissant, before hearing a familiar voice talking to Max the cashier, looking up from her paper Melanie smiled softly as she grabbed her pastries. "Hope to see you later cutie, even if it is your day off." Clariel always did try and hit on her at work, but she always resisted it or just did a little teasing of her own. "You will be seeing me singing tonight." Melanie said and waved goodbye to her coworker knowing where Clairel will be working at Huskers today. Melanie finished her shot of espresso as well as her second croissant.

Taking out her wallet Melanie left a small little tip and headed back out onto the sidewalk, she took out her car keys and unlocked her car climbing inside Melanie put her keys into the ignition waiting for another car to pass before pulling out from her parking spot. Melanie started to drive further from the center of town and more towards the outskirts where the marketplace was. Parking her car Melanie ran a hand through her hair as she started walking down into the marketplace grabbing a bag as she passed through some of the stands seeing the various fruits, vegetables, fish and meats out on display.

Melanie paid for all that she needed for the week, Melanie passed by a few more stands selling various other things from furniture, house decorations, and even some useless junk. Melanie would stop looking at some of the things there.

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Levi DiCaliente - Huskers Restaurant

Levi stared at the bus window for a few minutes, the glass was riddled in graffiti; some of the words were hardly legible, but he was able to make out the words ‘N0T Al0Ne’ and ‘Al3ayS WAtCh1Ng’ on the lower corners of the pane. The notion was unsettling to Levi, for a moment he actually believed he was being watched; but shook it off as an attempt at a better morning. It was a good fifteen minutes before the bus had made its stop at the main street strip, the bus came to a halt and the passengers exited; Levi included.

The walk to Huskers wasn’t very far, he felt very overdressed as he walked through the crowd of typical tourists and bums who didn’t have a dime to their name. Levi had become friends with a homeless woman a few years back, often bringing her McDonalds when he could; but she had been murdered months ago in the back of some nightclub, her body was found in a dumpster – and it seemed like Levi was the only one who cared.
Eventually, his loafers took him to the same place he’s always been; Huskers Restaurant –even though the place had a fully functioning Bar and Grill aspect, he found it best not to question. Levi walked inside, spotting a regular by the name of Jackson sitting at his usual table; glancing out the window at nothing in particular as he sipped the complementary water that sat on the Huskers coaster.

“Good Morning, Mr. Jones.” Levi put on his fake smile and looked away from the attractive man, hesitant to say anything more.

It was no secret that Levi was a timid fellow, often blushing and stuttering when around an attractive man; he came to the conclusion to shut his mouth, do not speak unless spoken too.

Jackson Jones was a regular at Huskers though, he figured he would say at least a few words to the guy; he does see the man quite often, and the last thing Levi needed was enemies.

"-Sorry to bother you, but have you seen AJ around recently?"

Levi knew exactly where AJ was, he was only trying to start conversation; a bit of socialization never killed no one? -Right?

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Gale – Main Street

Gale reached up and rubbed at his eyes, wondering if he should wrap up his reading for the day. He had been here at the library for a few hours and his eyes were starting to get tired. A low rumble echoed from his tummy, agreeing with the idea of leaving. Maybe he could swing by The Yesterday Café, say hello to his co-workers and grab a bite to eat before wandering around Main Street for a bit. No one was at home, Cas and AJ probably at work by now and Gale didn't like how empty the house could get when he was alone. The walls start closing in and Gale feels like he is the only person on Earth. So he wanders if he doesn't have work, crowds comforting him though it can get a tad bit overwhelming sometimes. Gale carefully shut the book he was currently reading and gently scooped the books up and put them back exactly where he had found them. He had heard rumors of the vampires treasuring the library and he didn't want them after him for messing up their books. He grabbed his messenger bag and swung it over his shoulder as he exited the library. He walked down the sidewalk until he eventually reached Main Street, the loud hustle and bustle washing over him. 

He stopped briefly at his work, exchanged a few words with Alicia, a girl that worked around the same time as Gale, before he bought some Beignets (Alicia tried to get him to take them on the house since he worked there but Gale refused) then stepped out of the shop and ate his pastry as he walked. The street was as busy as ever and Gale enjoyed watching tourists taking pictures of everything. He was just licking the last of the powered sugar off his thumb when he felt a hand land on his shoulder, turning Gale to face a black haired male. The man was tall though maybe not to other men, with sickly pale skin and pale blue eyes with bangs shadowing them. The man smiled at Gale and the boy winced at seeing the yellow teeth. "Hey sweetheart, how 'bout you and me go get a drink?" The man reached up and gently brushed Gale's cheek and the angel shivered at the feelings he sensed from the human man.

Hatred, Anger, Greed, Lust...

At that last one Gale managed to stumble away, polite smile straining his lips. "I-I'm sorry but I have to be somewhere..." With that Gale turned and hurried away as fast as he could. As the crowd closed around him Gale felt his breathing even out to a normal rate. He passed the Church of Versailles and bowed his head in respect. Familiar music drifted into his ears and he found himself following it as if being drawn by a magnet. A smile spread across his face as soon as he saw Samael sitting there playing his harp. The angel approached quietly and stood there listening for a few moments before he dug around in his pocket and inconspicuously dropped a $20 hidden in some $1's into the pot sitting next to the male. "I like your playing." Gale told Samael, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

Hey honey, I wasn't done talking to you." Chills ran down his spine as hands grabbed him and spun him around. Gale stared up at the sickly man, heart beating like a trapped bird. Gale tried to twist out of the mans grasp but his hold was surprisingly tight for someone who looks so weak and a small whimper escaped Gale as he tried to wiggle away in vain. He couldn't sense the man's emotions because he didn't have skin-to-skin contact but he could see the anger shimmering behind the man's eyes and it made Gale shrink away, still trying to free his arms.
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Cas – Huskers

Plain black T-shirt with blue jeans that have a few rips at the knees and combat boots.

Cas paused to wipe some sweat from his brow. This car was hard work with the number its driver had done on it with crashing into a pole and everything but Cas promised he could fix it up and he never went back on his promises. He glanced at the clock and stood, stretching his arms over his head and hearing several pops come from his spine. He sighed, setting his tools back in the box and washing his hands. He combed a hand through his head and looked around. He was the only one working in the garage and the place was pretty empty. He placed an 'out to lunch' note on the window, locked up and tucked the keys into his pocket as he strolled down the sidewalk. His stomach grumbled and he debated on where to go. His brother wasn't working today and besides, he wasn't really in the mood for pastries. Huskers sounded good. With that thought in mind, Cas whistled to himself as he continued walking. He soon reached the restaurant and slipped inside. He headed for a booth and slid into the seat, seeing that the place was as busy as ever.

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Husker's Restaurant

Jackson looked at Alva with a slight chuckle coming from him. His eyes turned towards her as she gave him his cup of coffee. "Yeah, I don't know, just wanted to try something different. You know?" He said while shrugging his shoulders and picking up his coffee, taking a small sip from it then sitting it back down. Jackson listened to Clariel's question and responded quickly. "Oh, no, it's no big deal." But Clariel was already over there, talking to the Latina and her friends. He did nothing but placed his face into the inside of his palm then look back as the people moved with ease. Jackson raised a brow as she came back over and claimed that the spot was all of his.

"Uh, thanks." Jackson spoke softly while standing up and getting his cup of coffee, as well. "Hey, sorry about that but I've just been sitting here since I was a kid and it's been deemed my spot. So." Jackson shrugged his shoulders as he spoke towards the Latina, who said that it was fine and that she understands completely. Jackson winked at her then turned his attention towards her backside as she strutted away. Jackson sat down in his spot, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt much more relaxed in his spot now.

Jackson ears twitched when he felt a presence talk towards him and said good morning. It was Levi - The human virgin and it was certainly vibrating off of him, which gave Jackson a sort of lust that he can luckily control. Jackson smiled towards him and raised his coffee cup up towards him without saying anything. Levi then proceeded to walk up to him and ask about AJ whereabouts. Jackson turned towards Levi and scanned his body up and down with sheer pleasure and cleared his throat before speaking. "Uhm, last I saw she was standing at the counter. I turned my back for a moment to talk to someone so after than I have not." Jackson then picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip.

"You're not late, are you, Levi?" He raised a brow of curiosity then waved his hand towards the chair before him. "Please, sit. If you have the time, that is." A slight smirk danced among his lips as he waited to see if Levi had time to sit or not. Jackson's eyes just couldn't stop roaming over his body as he licked his lips then bit his bottom lip, sort of unnoticeable - Or at least he tried to. Virgins, whether guy or girl, were his weakness. They are any vampires weakness.

Maryanne's Mystic Shop

Maryanne's shop was quite busy after she had flipped the sign over. Of course, you had your believers and non believers entering the shop, as always. Dianne worked very hard at the register while Maryanne bagged up the orders and wished the person a great day with a nice, bright smile. Her eyes looked over at some boys, huddled up in the dream catcher section and it seemed like they were causing trouble. "Excuse me, Dianne." Maryanne slipped from behind the counter and walked up to the boys, asking if there was anything she could help them with.

They shook their head no then proceeded to walk off. Maryanne followed behind them closely then suddenly stepped in front of them, smiling. "Now, you guys have been in here for about twenty minutes. It's a small shop and not really much to look at. I'd advise you guys to hurry up and buy." The boys looked at each other then at Maryanne with scoffs as they walked past her, one of them bumping his shoulder with hers. That steamed her as she mustered up her strength then carried on with her day.

"Remind me to make three voodoo dolls later." She whispered towards Dianne, who shook her head and laughed. "By the way, someone's coming to visit you. I can just feel it." Dianne spoke as Maryanne raised a brow, wondering who could be coming to her shop to visit her. Whatever or whoever it was, this must've been important. It had to be. "Thank you for the warning, sweetheart." Maryanne smiled that placed a kiss on her forehead.

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Nate Caterini - Husker's

It was funny or rather it was a miracle that Nate’s car, kindly called the 'Nuclear Junker' or  just  'Junk', could even move on its own; most people would have just scrapped the accursed thing or try to bless it with holy water. Nate was no expert when it came to magic; however, even he could tell something was terribly wrong with the car, it was almost like a scene out of 'Christine'. The automobile sported many different issues including but were not limited to: starting all by itself, the radio deciding that it wants to play creepy 1950’s music at random times, day or night, and of course the most frightening moment was when Nate could have sworn that he had seen a man glaring at him in the review mirror. Course he could not do anything about this happy little issue since he possessed no magic at all, and with all it's issues he wasn't willing to expose himself over something so silly. Nate had many theories of what could be wrong, his current theory was that one of his 'one-night stands' had cursed the car to get back at him. The only perk of this whole thing was that the car drove itself; however, this only worked if he kept the car in good condition -so he could be driven home when he was passed out drunk or bleeding profusely; both of which were shockingly common in Nate’s life.

When he got to the restaurant, he hopped out the car like nothing without a care in the world or a thought in his head. The ironic thing is that he had a lot of work to do right now, he had as many responsibilities as there were scars on his body and as many issues as the sands on the seashore. There was the problem with the vampires, Nate’s lack of Morphine which could have dire consequences should he get to close to a member of the leeches, attempts to remake his pack which would be next to impossible since the werewolf numbers were appallingly small and only lowering in today's vampire society; unfortunately he knew of one more werewolf in the city, an incredibly shy wolf whom lives life under the radar. Nate could not tell the gender of the other werewolf since his sense of smell had been shrouded from the assortment of smells within the city, praying that eventually they would be close enough to sense. Finally, he also was dealing with some sort of thing in the swamps but he had no idea what it could be; which worried him, yet he knew that there was no chance of anyone trying helping out a werewolf, much less the Alpha. The werewolves were a dying race at best. 

Nate sauntered into the restaurant and settled down at a table near the back, this was his first time here and it clearly showed by how he looked around the room dazed and clearly confused. In his glances, he picked up on a guy who smelled of a vampire hitting on some sort of human, either of the two were rather decent on the eyes. The human particularly peaked his interest, he was just his type; and Nate did have a cheat to help him, his pheromones which gave werewolves a bit of an upper hand when it came to romance. Nate was going to produce pheromones, but quickly struck down the notion in case the vampire might smell it, which could cause a bloody war in here; so Nate stayed at his table and stalked the human as if he was looking at his prey. He could hunt better than any other creature and he had a plan for this guy, all he needed was an excuse to talk to him.

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Street to Maryanne's Mystic Shop

The walk to the shop was, as Morgan did not expect, much colder than usual. She had completely forgotten that summer was long gone. Her eyes slowly scanned across the rather empty street before her, finding comfort in the familiar, dulled colors of the old buildings and creaky signs that hung above her head. The sidewalk below was red like brick, forming intricate patterns within the stone and, at times, dipping into fissures and potholes from lack of care. Morgan sighed lazily as the world around her moved idly, the shops and clubs that would normally be alive later on in the day now dead silent and still under the morning sun. New Orleans was known mostly for its nightlife, the jazz clubs with neon lights and the bars with oak stools and flaming shots. Morgan knew this, and Morgan knew that tourists ate it up, but she knew that it often took a toll on those working those night time parties. They must be beat after such a long night.

id hate to work at a club really

She swayed slightly as the street formed a four way intersection, and after thinking for a moment she took a right, glancing at her wristwatch with dreamy eyes. She still had a good hour before work officially started up, she could spare most of it for a conversation. Morgan adjusted her tote bag on her shoulder and quickened her pace. The street narrowed slightly, the buildings grow with height as she began to enter a much more populated area. People soon began brushed passed her, hands full of bags and food and materials. People, Morgan really didn't like people, especially strangers. They stare when they don't need to and ask stupid questions and sometimes they would touch her, even when she asked them to stop. Morgan shuddered as another tired-looking person bumped into her shoulder, though she felt her discomfort melt away slightly at the sight of her destination. Maryanne's Mystic Shop. Mrs. Hopkins was the owner, and her main source of comfort for when Morgan had her prophetic dreams. 

The young witch entered the small shop slowly, nearly getting trampled by three rather peeved-off looking boys, and glanced around cautiously. The shop was relatively busy, as usual. Tourists loved New Orleans for two things; the nightlife and the supernatural. Voodoo became well known in America because of New Orleans, and ghosts haunt every street corner, or so they say. Non-believers and believers alike ate that shit up, and thus lead to the popularity of Maryanne's shop (and every other supplies selling shop around). Morgan slowly made her way to the front of the shop, allowing a small smile to meet her lips at the sight of the two witches behind the counter.

"Morning, ladies. How have you been?" Her hand tightened around the tote bag's strap and she tilted her head to the side, like a child would.

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Alva Jay- Huskers Restaurant.

During the course of the morning, Alva had come to realize that her job made her smile a lot. Maybe it was the friendly faces, maybe it was the fact that it kept her mind off of whatever else she was thinking about. Walking away from the counter, she would hand a new order to one of the cooks and pick up Jacksons meal. Heading on over, she would realize that he had switched to his usual seat, and Levi was sitting with him. Well that was pleasant. She walked over smiling and setting his plate down as she gave a sly smile in Levi's direction. The look on her face was clear: You're busy right now, but I'm talking to you later wether you like it or not."Here we go Mr. Jones..." she said, refilling the mans coffee. "Levi if you want something to eat before work, you know where to find me." And with that she walked over to Cas's table, handing him a menu. "Take a look at this if you need to, Cas. I'll be right back," she added, seeing yet another person walk through the door. Walking over, she would hand the large -as in his muscles- man a menu as well. Haven't seen his face around Huskers before, she would give the introductory that she usually did for tourists. "Welcome to Huskers Restaurant, darling. I'm AJ and I will be your server today. Please take a moment to look over the menu. I'd be happy to tell you what our specials are, if need be. If you need anything, just holler."  And then back to the counter she went, picking up another order and handing it to a woman at the counter. Just then, House Party by Sam Hunt came on the radio.

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Lilith "Lil" Hathor- 333 West Gardens Boulevard, then to Huskers.

Lilith couldn't do it anymore. The dark room with the morning shows playing on her flat screen held no interest for her anymore. It was the only light in the whole room, having taken precautionary measures with the sun. With a sigh, she would get up, walk over to her closet and open the doors to expensive furs, dresses, a few pairs of jeans and what-not, all darkly colored. Have already settled for a nice dress earlier this morning, she would settle for her favorite coat. Solid black, with fur aligning the hood and end of the sleeves. Perhaps it would look a bit to heavy, but who cared. It was her outfit, after all. Pulling the jacket onto her arms, not bothering to button it up, she would brush her hair once more and look at her reflection in the mirror. 

There she would find those timelessly defiant eyes of her's staring back at her. Well, what are you doing? they seemed to be asking her. She looked away. Deciding to go to Huskers, she would think about how her outfit offered protection from the sun. The coat covered her arms, and as she pulled her hood over her head, it allowed for the sun to be blocked off of her face and arms. The dress reached all the to the ground, allowing the sun to be blocked from her legs. Huskers was her destination as she grabbed her purse, locked the front door and headed right on the side walk. A good 30 minutes to the bus is what it took, then another 15 on the bus. It wasn't the fact that she was hungry, after all, she had just feed mere hours before. But instead, she was after a person to speak to. After all, her Co-Coven leader, Jack, was a regular there. Perhaps she would be able to catch him there. 

Arriving at the bus stop just on the corner before arriving at Huskers, she would take a deep breath of the fresh air. Well, as fresh as the air could get in New Orleans. As she did so, she felt that something here wasn't... particularly right. Walking in, this would be only her 15th time in the restaurant. Just enough to have her face known, but not enough to be a regular. She spotted Jack, but he seemed a bit busy talking to a human boy. Oh, Jack. He was always up to something, wasn't he? She smiled at the thought. She took a seat to the far left of the restaurant, away from the windows and the sun as she took off her jacket, hanging it over the back of her chair, and sitting. Unfortunately, she had to blend in with society some how. Picking up the menu, she would give a quick glance around the building, seeing all of the face's. Some, must have been the humans, smelt so delicious. And then, smelling closer, she realized what the feeling in her gut was. One of them was here.

A were-wolf.

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Clariel 

Husker's Kitchen

Clariel grinned to Jackson, and tipped an imaginary hat to him. "Pleasure was all mine." They said before going into the back staff room. Once there, they put their wallet in one of the lockers and pulled out the chef's jacket with their name on it. They closed the locker and spun the little dial and giggled. Clariel pulled on the chef's jacket and buttoned it up, and headed back to the kitchen. Their phone was buzzing again, mostly from the Latina chick still in the restaurant. Clariel was happily setting up some plans with her later. Man would tonight be fun.

They sighed to themselves as they saw more people file in. Levi, the other virgin human coworker. Not their type at all. They'd let Jackson eat him up, in both the literal and figurative sense. Men. Clariel still couldn't understand how people could deal with those parts. However, they did know they could be fun on the occasion. However, Clariel still had a huge appetite for women. Now women knew how to please them. Just where to touch. Clariel shivered at the thoughts of previous nights, before they were snapped out of it by one of their coworkers.

"Clar, we got a ton of orders comin' in! Get your butt in gear cherie!" The head chef yelled. He was an older cajun man, well, old in the sense of human years. Clariel was far older than the aging man, but they had to defer to him.

"Got it sir. However at about two I'm switching over to bartender. Apparently someone got ill or somethin',"  Clariel said, going to take their spot at the grill. The smell of eggs and frying meat was tempting, but their belly was still full of the ill gotten pastries. 

"Again? Augh, these employees are gonna kill me one day!" The chef yelled, grumbling as he headed back to his post.

"You have no idea... however it will most likely be a customer... sir..." Clariel held their laughter to themselves and went about cooking, humming a bit as they worked.

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Levi looked at Jackson, maintaining and breaking eye contact at random intervals as he awaited a response to AJ’s where-a-bouts. Jackson took a sip of the coffee before him, letting it cool him for a moment before speaking. "Uhm, last I saw she was standing at the counter. I turned my back for a moment to talk to someone so after than I have not."

“Oh.” Levi eyes darted around the room in search of the girl. “I think I see her, thank-“ before Levi could utter another word, he was interrupted casually by the man before him. "You're not late, are you, Levi?" Jackson shot him an impish smirk, locking eyes with Levi for a few brief moments. “Late..? Me?” Levi appeared tense as a light blush appeared in his cheeks; he seemed a bit uncomfortable but nevertheless kept the conversation flowing. “I’d never!”

"Well, please, sit. If you have the time, that is." Jackson took another sip of his water; eyeing the man before him head to toe as he rather casually bit his lip, “I-I guess I could sit down for a moment.” Levi interjected, unknowing if Jackson was interested in him; which almost broadcasted his insecurity and doubt. “So, what’s on your mind?”

"Other than the fact you just lied to me..." Jackson had a look of lust on his face that quickly turned into disappointment after he was just lied to by Levi. "Nope, nothing but maybe we can just chat. You're young and I am sure that is something you want to would like to say, no?" Jackson inquired and pried a bit, watching Levi’s smile fade.

"Okay... Maybe I'm a tad late." Levi blushed heavily as he glanced down at the table in embarrassment; yet he was oddly suspicious that Jackson knew his hours so well; then again he was a regular customer at Huskers. "I'm sorry, maybe I should get back to work..." Levi stood and made his exit from the booth, dazed at the mixture of embarrassment and shame he felt. "I really am sorry, it wasn't my intentions to lie. I just didn't want to be rude."

Just as Levi began to walk away, Jackson reached out to touch Levi's hand, it wasn’t his intentions to upset the attractive bartender; he was only flirting. "No, forgive me for questioning you. It wasn’t my place to do so." Jackson removed his hand from Levi's, lowering his head for a brief moment then rose it back up to look at Levi’s beautiful eyes. "Perhaps, maybe you could come over to my place for dinner tonight?" Levi stood shocked, blushing a deep red. "I-I-I..." He wanted to, he just blanked out. "I-I don't know, I-I... Uh, have to take care of my father; he's uh, sick."

Jackson maintained his cool as he calmly reached in his cargo shorts pocket and hand Levi a card that showed his cell phone number and address. "At least consider it or I'll be the real one embarrassed here, now get back to work." A playful smirk came about among his lips as Jackson waved Levi off without another word, a bit angered with him for lying yet again. Though, he couldn't be mad at him for too long, Levi was only a virgin; it was normal for someone of his status to be nervous, but as of right now, Levi was Jackson's prey and he was going to get Levi one way or another.

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Levi DiCaliente and Alva Jay - Huskers Restaurant

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Levi stood blushing, unknowing of how to exit the conversation without upsetting Jackson; so he waited for the perfect opportunity, which surprisingly was just around the corner; Alva Jay.

“Oh hey Levi, if you want something to eat before work, you know where to find me”

“That sounds great,” Levi smiled at her, looking away from Mr. Jones “-I needed to talk to you anyways.”

Levi gave Alva ‘that’ look, the kind that screamed ‘get me out of here, now’ without verbally saying so. Alva wasn’t the brightest, but she knew exactly what was going on; so she handed Mr. Jones his food, bid farewell and signaled for Levi to follow her as she finished up with her last few orders. The two chatted casually around the restaurant as Alva served those whom haven’t been catered to. She handed a menu to Cas, a young mechanic from down the way; then over to a new face, a mysterious and sexy man that Alva couldn’t help flirting up, she handed him a menu but oddly his eyes stayed fixed on Levi throughout the entirety of the conversation, even as the duo walked away. He didn’t look menacing; on the contrary, he looked stunning – scruffy, manly, stunning.

The two finally made their way back into the kitchen, “Must be ‘model night’ down at Club Plasma, eh?” Levi joked as Alva let out a sweet chuckle, the duo hadn’t gone to the ‘blood club’ because they had heard of many people getting potentially drugged, going missing or overdosing on a regular basis; they both weren’t hardcore enough for that. “-Anyways, What are you hungry for honey?” Alva signaled over at Clariel to start the burners; he was busy in the back overloaded with orders, which made Levi feel a bit sad for the man.”

“Oh, uh… I don’t have money for food, I just wanted to talk to you for a moment.” Levi sighed, shooting a very concerned look her way, “Nonsense, it’s on me; Clair, gimme a plate of French toast with a side of bacon and eggs, please!” Clariel did as instructed and started the stovetop as Alva grabbed his hand, mimicking his sad look as if to help him cope, “-What is it?”

“Well, you can’t tell anyone.” Levi sighed, leaning in closer to her as if it were a secret, “-Mr. Jones asked me out to dinner tonight…”

"You're kidding me! I mean, that's amazing, honey! You’ve just gotta tell me what the heck you said, darlin’!”

"Well, uh, I said ‘I have to take care of my father’"

AJ rolled her eyes, "That has got to be the dumbest of dumb excuses, Levi."

"Well it's true!" he retorted, boasting a mixture of sad and surprise on his face. "T-the truth is, I don't really know what to say."

"Do you not see the man, sugar? He’s totally into you!” She looked at Jackson, whom waved at her, “I mean, hello! He’s totally eye candy."

Levi shrugged in modesty, quickly changing her joking tone to be a bit more serious. “Order up!” Clariel yelled, triggering Alva’s instincts to bring over Levi’s plate of food –which was piping hot. “Here you are, don’t sweat the little things, honey. I’ve gotta get back to work but go ahead and eat; you can open up the bar when you’re done.”

Levi sighed and picked at his food with the fork, looking around to see if anyone was watching.  As soon as Alva walked away, Levi had grabbed a to-go box and had scraped the hot food inside of it; walking back to the freezer as he placed it on the highest shelf. He was indeed hungry, almost ravenous; but he knew that if he indulged now, he wouldn’t have anything to eat later.

Casually, he walked out of the kitchen and made his way toward the bar; he flipped on the dim, lights that were situated over the pool tables and lit the typical neon signs of Coors Light and Jack Daniels. After everything was turned on, he racked up the pool balls and chalked the pool sticks; restoring them to top condition, before he headed behind the bar. He turned on the flat screen TV that was situated behind the bar, flipping through the channels to find the most recent sports game as he ran the foamy beer tap for a moment; wiping down the countertops to the sound of NFL announcers and screeching whistle blows.

Just an average day.

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Melanie West
New Orleans Marketplace, then to Huskers Restaurant

After a few minutes of shopping Melanie finally finished getting her groceries done enough to last her for the next week or so, going back into her car Melanie started to drive back towards her house. Five minutes later Melanie was back at her house and got out of her car carrying all of her groceries and closed the car door with her foot, making her way inside Melanie started sorting out the items that needed to be in the fridge and freezer, while putting other items into the cabinets. When everything was sorted into their right places Melanie tossed the plastic bags into the trashcan. Looking at the clock in the kitchen seeing that it was now noon, she didn't want to use what she just bought and thought of just going to Huskers for lunch, and just hangout with some coworkers.

Going back out of her house Melanie got back into her car and drove down Main Street, Melanie finally got to her destination getting out of her car Melanie walked into Huskers, seeing that it was already busy some tourists sitting down for a meal while others were just enjoying their day Melanie started making her way towards the bar pulling herself over the bar top and onto the other side of the bar. "Hey, Mel you cant do that you know." One of her co workers said, Melanie took out the exact price of the drink she wanted seeing coconut flavored rum, and then grabbed herself a glass as well as a can of coke mixing the drink into her glass. "All paid for, so no problem right? And I work here anyway to." Melanie said with a smirk as she pulled herself back over the bar and went to sit down at an empty table.

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Nefertari and Clariel

The Morgue & Huskers Restaurant

Nefertari sighed as she signed off on the last of the paperwork. It had been a long morning, doctoring the papers, sending the bodies to the crematorium, and making sure that the tracks of those kills were cleaned up. She washed off her hands and sighed to herself. She swore never to be leashed down by those higher up than her, but here she was. Playing janitor. Man, did she need a drink. Not like blood, but a nice glass of wine. Sure, it was only one in the afternoon, but who cared around here. This was New Orleans! Besides, she had her important work done, the other bodies could wait. 

"I'm headed out for lunch. If anyone really needs me, just give me a call, or text. Otherwise, leave me alone. By the way, here's the paperwork for the back-log this morning," she said, handing off the stack of files to one of the interns. "All of them have been sent off and accounted for. They are not longer our problem," she added.

"Alright. However, we got notice of a few bodies the police are releasing. They'll be in tomorrow for prep. One of them specifically requested you," the intern said. Nefertari sighed.

"No rest for the wicked then, huh? Alright, I'll come in early. Again." Nefertari hung up her lab coat and tucked the pair of glasses she kept for reading in the pocket of the coat. She hefted her purse over her shoulder and pulled out her cell. She shot off a text to Clariel informing the demon that she'd be over at Husker's soon. Clariel sent a reply telling Nefertari to meet them at the back staff entrance.

One application of sunscreen and two buses later, Nefertari walked around to the back entrance of Huskers, and noticed that Clariel was already there, taking a long inhale off a cigarette. "I will never understand the appeal of those things," she said, leaning against the building and looking at the demon.

"That is because they do jack shit for you luv." Clariel let out a long puff of smoke, and smirked at the vampiress. 

"Don't call me that," Nefertari said with a sigh. "Can we move this inside? I don't want to crisp up."

"Ugh, so delicate. C'mon. The bathroom is clean and open. I'll lock the door behind us," Clariel said, taking Neffy's hand and leading her inside and down the hall to the bathroom. After double checking that it was indeed empty, the demon locked the door and shoved Neffy against the wall and kissed her deeply. "I knew you'd be back. You can't resist Az... you need both of us," the demon said, licking Neffy's neck. She let out a moan and shoved Clariel away. 

"Shut up Clar and just heal me please. I am so not in the mood for you to attempt some bizarre three-way," Nefertari said, slipping off her shoes and going to open her shirt.

"Ugh. Boner killer. Fine. You win, as always. Where am I healing?" Nefertari pointed to the spots that were burned and the demon simply put her hand over them, and they healed up. The process took about ten minutes in whole. It did take a while longer to heal than to burn. "There. All done. Without the fun. I gotta get back to work. However, I'm not going to keep doing this for free," Clariel's eyes narrowed at Nefertari and she growled, flashing her fangs.

"Need I remind you that my neck is still on the goddamn line for you? If you fuck up I'm toast as well as you. I am the only thing keeping you alive, and don't you dare forget it, Chaos Demon." Nefertari snarled, buttoning back up her shirt. Clariel backed down.

"Right right. Sorry. Just... I miss you."

"That is a fucking lie."

Clariel sighed and smirked. "Caught me. Anyways, fine. I'll see you later then." Clariel unlocked the bathroom door and headed back to the kitchen, humming to themself. Nefertari leaned against the wall, letting out a long sigh. 

"I should have let them kill her. I should have. Would have saved me the goddamn headache that bitch gives me," Nefertari thought to herself as she walked out of the bathroom. She headed to the bar and plopped down and looked at the bartender. "One glass of your finest red wine please. I don't care how much it costs, just, please, give me," she said. The bartender nodded and went off to get the wine. Nefertari looked around the bar, when all of a sudden her eyes landed on a lovely looking lady. Then she sniffed the air. "Werewolf. She grinned and picked up the glass of wine, and left a $20 on the bar and walked over to the table and leaned down next to the werewolf lady. "Hi. Saw you were sitting alone and thought that wasn't right. May I join you?" She asked, smiling pleasantly.

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