You captivate me so
I pray I captivate you too
I can remember every detail of you.
Though the world has erased your name
Darling you have not left me the same
Where are you? What are you? Who are you?
My dear woman in black and blue...
( Rebekah Mik...
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New Orleans, Louisiana 2020 ( 5 1/2 hours later )
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She stared down at the bill as it laid still on the bar counter. She had kept an eye on it throughout the hours, rarely taking her eye off the money. She had finally set it back on the counter when business started going slow; which surprisingly was around 11 p.m. Though considering it was still technically Friday, maybe people wanted to keep the hangovers for the weekend.
She didn't know why the bill made her nerves shoot through the roof. Was it the possibility that it was fake? The fact that nobody regularly paid with $100 bills? Or was it the fact that last time somebody strange left her with a $100 bill, her life filled with even stranger people. She took a deep breath before picking up the dollar bill and putting it away.
She picked up a dirty glass and began cleaning it, trying to distract herself from the overbearing questions that racked her mind. The music of the bar and the quiet and not so quiet conversations of the people around filled her ears and soon she realized that if over cleaning was a crime, she'd be serving time.
She put the glass away in its respected place and pulled a stool on her side of the bar, sitting down. She put her head in her hands and took a long deep breath. Her ears perked almost like that of a dogs when a voice came from behind her.
" You ok there O'Connell "? She heard a voice. She jumped, turning around and letting out a sigh. By the looks of it, she was more on edge than she thought. " Oh, Isacc. Hi ". She breathed out, catching her breath. " I'm fine, yeah ".
Isacc Dunbery, the owner of Rousseau's and Camille O'Connell's boss. He wasn't an old man, maybe mid to late 50's, Cami could never tell, with brown hair and a brown bushy beard. He was a sweet man, one that everyone loved whether they were working there or just a customer. It was hard not to like someone like that.
" Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you there, kiddo ". Isaac apologized.
Camille shook her head, smiling more out of embarrassment than anything. " No, you're fine, Issac ". She stated.
Isaac raised one of his eyebrows and looked at Camille with an unsure look on his face. " You ok, Cami? You're extra jumpy tonight ". He stated.
Camille smiled, a smile that she tended to use when she was trying to convince someone of something that wasn't 100% true. " Yeah, yeah I'm good. " She didn't mean to lie, not really. She just didn't see the harm in lying just a bit. He wouldn't understand anyway and she liked that. She liked that Rousseau's was her escape from the crazy that she had now become accustomed to. Except for when one of those crazies would enter her safe haven and make it not so safe.
" Ok, kiddo. " Issac said. " Well business is slow, so I was just going to let you off for the night. " He finished the rest of his sentence, picking up a glass and cleaning it.
