Melanin-Gxdess
Give up on your dreams and die.
(A 1x1 RP between
The Hero
and myself~)
We don't meet people by accident.
Everyone that enters our lives have a reason; a purpose.
However you come in contact with this person doesn't matter.
All that matters is the lesson they've taught you.
All that matters is the person you've become after they've gone.
Whether it's good or bad solely depends on you.
You can let them bring out the best.
Or you can let them bring out the worst.
At the end of the day, they've done their job.
You have to decide.
Jaymie Haddox was a night-owl.
The only time the girl truly came alive was when the sun went down and the moon came out. Night time was her favorite, mostly because of her job and the parties that came with it. She held a bar-tending job at one of the local clubs in California, 'Supernova'. It was her favorite way of getting to party for free, even if she had to be behind a bar majority of the night. That was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Tonight, 'Supernova' was having a huge party. There was a headlining DJ playing his first gig and everyone came to see. Jaymie was not at all having a great night, there being more annoying people than usual. Of course she would smile and nod at the customers but when their backs were turned, her eyes would roll and her resting bitch face would return. She really wasn't putting up with anyone flirting with her, shutting down anyone who would even try to talk to her.
Once she was behind the counter, she was mixing drinks with a fake smile on her face. Most wouldn't be able to tell that it was a fake smile unless they were staring intently. When one guy asked for her number, she simply replied, "You can take your drink or get out." She scrunched her face up with a sinister grin as he looked offended and nodded her head. He didn't even reply, being dejected lowering his confidence. Her friend Kris was mixing drinks laughing.
"You didn't have to do him like that, he was cute." Jaymie just shook her head and gave her a look that said 'Really?'.
"How many times must I tell you? Men are only good for one thing; pleasure. He had 'marry me' eyes." She couldn't even finish her sentence before busting out laughing. The two girls laughed on before continuing their jobs and filling cups.
Kris was no doubt her best friend, the two girls doing everything together. They met at the club, Kris basically training her in the craft of alcohol. From there they clicked and were best friends ever since. Just a few months ago, the two of them had moved into a nice two bedroom apartment. They're basically like sisters and practically nothing can tear them apart.
In just a few hours, Jaymie would be free of these hooligans but until then, she would fake her way through the night.
We don't meet people by accident.
Everyone that enters our lives have a reason; a purpose.
However you come in contact with this person doesn't matter.
All that matters is the lesson they've taught you.
All that matters is the person you've become after they've gone.
Whether it's good or bad solely depends on you.
You can let them bring out the best.
Or you can let them bring out the worst.
At the end of the day, they've done their job.
You have to decide.
Jaymie Haddox was a night-owl.
The only time the girl truly came alive was when the sun went down and the moon came out. Night time was her favorite, mostly because of her job and the parties that came with it. She held a bar-tending job at one of the local clubs in California, 'Supernova'. It was her favorite way of getting to party for free, even if she had to be behind a bar majority of the night. That was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Tonight, 'Supernova' was having a huge party. There was a headlining DJ playing his first gig and everyone came to see. Jaymie was not at all having a great night, there being more annoying people than usual. Of course she would smile and nod at the customers but when their backs were turned, her eyes would roll and her resting bitch face would return. She really wasn't putting up with anyone flirting with her, shutting down anyone who would even try to talk to her.
Once she was behind the counter, she was mixing drinks with a fake smile on her face. Most wouldn't be able to tell that it was a fake smile unless they were staring intently. When one guy asked for her number, she simply replied, "You can take your drink or get out." She scrunched her face up with a sinister grin as he looked offended and nodded her head. He didn't even reply, being dejected lowering his confidence. Her friend Kris was mixing drinks laughing.
"You didn't have to do him like that, he was cute." Jaymie just shook her head and gave her a look that said 'Really?'.
"How many times must I tell you? Men are only good for one thing; pleasure. He had 'marry me' eyes." She couldn't even finish her sentence before busting out laughing. The two girls laughed on before continuing their jobs and filling cups.
Kris was no doubt her best friend, the two girls doing everything together. They met at the club, Kris basically training her in the craft of alcohol. From there they clicked and were best friends ever since. Just a few months ago, the two of them had moved into a nice two bedroom apartment. They're basically like sisters and practically nothing can tear them apart.
In just a few hours, Jaymie would be free of these hooligans but until then, she would fake her way through the night.