Lailaa clung to the railing on the bus as she stood with everyone else as she waited for her stop. Her eyes looked at the ground, the fight just before leave lingering deep in her soul. The white mug flying over the kitchen table as he screamed at her before shattering against the wall behind her. Her eyes watered a little, making her bring her hand up to carefully run along the bottom of her eyes so it wouldn’t ruin her make-up. She let out a slow breath before closing her eyes. She could feel the hum of the bus in her bones, the sounds of the people all around her. Chatting, music playing from earphones, and the turning of the pages of a book.
Ding. The bus rung out making her blue eyes open again as she looked to the front to see the glow of the sign of a requested stop. She pressed her lips together. It was a night like tonight that she wished she still worked at Down In Red, rather than the higher class The Burlesque. Her hand came up to her neck rubbing it a bit, the marks from a vampire bite still showing against her pale complexion. Meneer Caito was the reason for the change in her job. It paid a hell lot more then Down In Red and usually had more pleasant clients. Yet still there were days where Down In Red would call her to see if she could work. Only about once a month could she help them out.
Ding, Lailaa glanced out the window to see they were coming to her stop. She let go of the railing and wiggled her way over towards the exit. The bus pulled to a stop and she stepped out into the cool night air, her heels clicking along the prick work of the side walk. Reaching up she pushed a piece of her blond hair back out of her face that had fallen out of her up-do. Lailaa was dressed in a lovely black dress, that reached just pass her knees. It was strapless and clung to her body before flaring out at her hips. It was the first really nice dress she owned. Meneer Caito had been the one to give it to her so she could get the job at The Burlesque.
She turned in towards the red light district paying no mind to the people that cluttered the area. Lailaa kept her head down for the most part, her hands pulling up the strap of her small purse as she made her way to work. As she got closer to the building, she finally glanced up seeing the back of a man. At first she paid no mind to it, but as they got towards The Burlesque, she realised it was her boss. She felt her breath catch a little. It was really the only vampire that made her feel uneasy. She tried to reason it as it was her boss and therefore, he made her uneasy, but she’d never really know if that was true. He was estranged to her having been hired by Felix. She had seen him and met him once or twice, but it was more of a hello, shake hands and go back to work.
Coming up to Jo she smiled. Jo frowned a little. “Yeah I know, sorry.” Lailaa said forcing a bigger smile. “See you later.” Lailaa said knowing she was a little late. She didn’t rush in as she let her eyes follow the boss, her eyes flickering over to Felix meeting his eyes with a nod as she then took the stairs two at a time to head down the hallway of the upstairs floor. Her room was towards the back. She reached into her bag and pulled out the personal key she kept and unlocked the door before closing the door behind her. The first thing she did was flip the sign over from empty to, open, the last sign having ‘taken’ on it. Lailaa glanced into her room. It was nice, just like a hotel. A bed to one side, a love sit on the other, with a table and a mini fridge. A bathroom connected to it and there was a little safe in the closet. She spun it open and put her bag in there before closing it. The only thing from her bag was a book that she kept well waiting for someone to want her room. She made her way over to the love seat and sat down crossing one leg over the other as she opened her book. Within five minutes of her arrive the black phone on the bedside table started to ring. Lailaa got up placing her book on the table and picked it up. “Yes?” She said.
“Anthony Caito is here, shall I let him know you are ready?” Felix said from the other end.
“Of course. If he wishes I can come down and chat at the bar before heading up to our room.”
“I shall let him know and call you back.” He said before hanging up.
Lailaa smiled a little and placed the phone back down and walked over towards the signs at the door and flipped it over to ‘taken’. It would also show up downstairs behind the bar as to her room being used. Maybe tonight would get a little better. Hopefully. He had a way of knowing when she and Carlo had, had a fight.