RAVIA

Entry 1: The Devil Comes Knocking

"True evil is, above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn't have cloven hooves. He is beautiful, and offers you your heart's desire in whispered airs. Like a siren, beckoning you to ruinous shore."
- The Creature

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Ravia wiped down the counter after the last customer spilled her bloody Mary like the clumsy bitch she was. It irked her so much when these blond ass bitches put the extra ten percent in the poll that says blondes are really dumb asses and she wasn't saying this because she's half black or because she literally hates blondes, well, except her best friend Jonah whose hair is now dyed blue, used to be blonde. She let out an exhausted sigh and threw the wet rag into the nearby sink.

"I wonder if I can leave now," she muttered softly."I'd really like to go home right now..."

Ravia looked at her phone that really needed a charge and saw that she had another hour or so to go. She sat on a stool and rested her head as she watched the people that she abhorred dance the night away like freaking Michael Jackson on the dance floor. On nights like these she found it funny how the people moved their body in the centre of the club as if they were having seizures and called it dancing. Then again, they were only humans. The DJ pulled up the track and started to play a new hit single that'd been out for a while now that she herself had it on her playlist as well as those who considered themselves to be fans if Ellie Goulding.

I need your love

I need your time

When everything's wrong

you make it right,

The words of the song belted out loudly out of the speakers that were built into the ceiling. She checked her phone for the last time and saw that her shift has finally ended and got off the stool to pack up and leave. Her glorious red hair that was caught up loosely in a messy bun fell down her back and stopped at her waist creating a lovely contrast against her brown skin. She sighed and picked up her bag from under the counter and rummaged through it in search for a scrunchie or elastic band but didn't find any. Ravia scanned the bar until her eyes landed on what she was looking for. Jonah. She cupped her hands around her mouth shouted over the loud music,"Jonah!"

Her blonde -er- blue haired bestie turned around in search of the voice who shouted his name. Thus seeing that Ravia threw her hands up and waved crazily at him, beckoning to him to come over to the bar.

Jonah sauntered over to bar gracefully with his long legs as if he were a swan. At six feet two inches most people would assume that for a slender bodied man with his long legs would be a bumbling idiot with two left feet but he wasn't. From he was only six year old his mother made him took dance lessons as a hobby which he passionately love. That's why he worked at this bar, The Witches Cauldron for almost two years now as a dancer after all he made good money here.

"Hey bitch," he said to Ravia to which she replied," hey fag!" To which they doubled over with laughter. They always greeted each other like this.

"So you called and I answered,"said Jonah as he ran his fingers throw his blue hair,"what do you need?"

Ravia glared at him playfully and asked him,"who said  I needed something?"

"Well then I take as my cue to leave," he then turned to leave but she stopped him and laughed.

"Boy you know I'm joking with you," She said with laughter.

"Yeah, I know so what do you need?" He asked.