Prism

Poison

Why did I agree to do this shift?

It's slow as shit. I'm not making any money, Noah is taking this downtime to dedicate his job to annoying me, and the girls are annoyed that they're without an audience. Except for Olesia of course, she is quite enjoying herself at the bar with Noah and me.

Noah is currently laying down against the bar top with the long-standing microphone flush against his mouth. I can hear his spit more than the words of Sex on Fire. He's been at this for ages. He may be annoying, not doing any work, and getting footprints on my bar, but I will give it to him that he's mildly entertaining. Mildly.

Olesia is sitting in the last seat with her lingerie from her last set still on and her boots on the ground next to her, revealing the fuzzy Christmas socks she sported underneath them. She's about halfway through the martini I had made for her and it has her giggling abnormally loud at Noah's performance.

"Adeera how do you not think this is funny!" She shouts at me through giggles and her straw.

"It is funny, but do you know what's not? Closing by yourself because your barback thinks this is a concert haul."

"Well, why don't I take that mic off his hands and have a spin at it so you can get yourself some help darling?"

I snap my head toward the unrecognized voice shouting over the music and am met with dark green eyes. The man has one of those looks about him that encapsulates you, just for a short moment. I didn't even notice his friend next to him until I was forced to by the turn of the man's head toward him.

I turn the music down so the girls know that we finally have customers. I'm forced to turn my head away from the beautiful, chiseled, suited man in front of me to ensure that the dancers were rushing back to get ready to actually dance for the first time tonight.

"No more martinis Les, backstage."

Olesia wines as a protest, her glass now empty. I definitely should have only made her half.

I mouth the words "go" right when the accent sneaks up on me once more. "I'm rather serious. What's your name, friend?" The man's hand extends to Noah. I can't help but follow my eyes down to his fingertips. His hands are dressed perfectly with rings on each finger, all but the left ring finger.

"Noah Cambridge sir. And yours?"

"I'm Harry. And I'd like to sing a little song for your friend here Noah, is that alright? Perhaps mine will do a little dance on that poll in the background, won't you Zayn?"

"Harry you idiot."

"No complaining, I'm a bit upset you left the little black dress at home. Dance for us princess, why don't you?"

Zayn extends a middle finger to Harry. I can't possibly imagine what he would like to sing for us, but it's too slow for me to truly care. As long as he tips I'm happy.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"You may. Anything your little heart desires darling, as long as it comes with your name and number."

As attractive as Harry is, a love life is just a little out of reach for my lifestyle. I'd go home with him, I think just about anyone with eyes would. But the whole I murder men thing doesn't usually go well with people.

The only people that know about it are the strippers. They come to me when something bad happens, and I take care of it. It's always been that way. I've worked here for 2 and a half years. The moment I started becoming close with Olesia, I found myself taking care of all her problems. She's my best friend, and I just wanted to keep her safe. But as time went on, more and more people found out what I would do for her and started coming to me too.