NO ANGEL ★彡 S. MENDES

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

eleanor anne kavinsky.

marina's bar, which marina's father had named after her and her sister (the dinah marina) was somewhere eleanor knew too well, in fact, probably a little too well. she knew all the secrets of the regulars and about the dirty deals and business that went down over a whiskey and a scotch. she knew the tragic stories of the girls who wondered around looking to accompany a man home for the night and how terrifying it was to stand behind the bar and sell a bottle of forty thousand dollar whiskey to someone who had obviously had way too much to drink. what was even scarier was knowing all the owner's dirty secrets and being afraid for your life if you ever spilled them.

but despite all the evil and fright, that bar was a birthplace for the eleanor that we all know and 'love' today. it was at the dinah marina that she sung her first song for the first time and got noticed by an important man from one of the top record labels in the world and when she was offered a contract with a big starting check she couldn't possibly refuse (also the reason she didn't bother reading past the second page of the contract). shortly after eleanor had recruited chris for her team, she took him to meet marina in her bar and one of the first things he said to her was, "damn, how old were you when you first came here?"

eleanor laughed and replied, "i was barely sixteen."

to this day, the dinah marina had remained a sentimental place for eleanor. the memories she had of this place weren't only bad (although most of them were) but it was also the place she first met marina and found herself genuinely laughing in months and where she discovered that making a living out of music was actually possible.

after a returning from toronto to new york, she had gone a few days without leaving her house and when she did, she was nearly always mobbed by fans the moment she stepped out of her building. but at the dinah marina, she was able to easily slip away from attention, letting the dirty businessmen take the limelight for once. when eleanor left her apartment, she put the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and ran through the busy streets of new york to the fifth avenue bar. a security guard stopped her before she could enter and it only took the flick of her hood for the guard to recognise her and immediately let her in.

the perks of being eleanor kavinsky.

eleanor walked through and entered the lift and pressed the button to the top floor and let the smooth elevator music fill her head. a gentle ding interrupted her temporary zen and the doors opened revealing the dimly lit bar and it's owner casually flirting with a woman over a neat whisky. as soon as marina saw eleanor walk through the lift doors, she smiled at the woman she was talking to and said, "i'll be back, baby," before walking over to eleanor.

"how the fuck are you even calm right now?" eleanor whisper-shouted at her.

"relax baby, it's gonna be okay. i watched my dad sit through a shit ton of these before and now that i run this place, i'm going to be fine!" marina laughed, putting her hands on eleanor's shoulders.

"yeah and now look at him! he's dead!" eleanor shrugged off marina's hands and put her own on her face.

"not so loud, baby e," marina said out of the corner of her mouth and smiled around the room, trying to ease any suspicion off of the two, "the cops are here and they only want a little interview to review the case again. remember you're not a suspect... anymore. and nor am i. they only want a little chat to see how things are. don't mess up. pretend they're the press. act like you're okay. can you do that for me?"

eleanor gulped at marina's sternness. she gently shook her head and said, "i can, i can, i can."

"good girl, and once you're done i'll be here with some shots and we can talk about your boyfriend kissing you in front of twenty thousand people," marina smiled as eleanor blushed redder than a tomato.

"shut up," eleanor told her, nudging her shoulder before walking into one of the backrooms that eleanor knew her interview would take place.

gently knocking on the door, she heard a "come in," and she cracked open the door to see two detectives, a polygrapher and a lie detector set up.

"eleanor," the first detective who eleanor had the pleasure of knowing so well, coldly smirked.

"detective smith, detective lima," she greeted, keeping any sign of emotion off of her face.

"we're just here for a little chat. nothing serious. and remember that you can leave any time you want," the second detective, detective lima, said a little more kindly, "we'd like to put you in the lie detector just to make sure everything you're saying is true."

"okay," she said before taking a seat and the polygrapher strapped her in.

"as always, a few questions just so we know when you're telling the truth," detective lima spoke, "so firstly, what's your full name?"

"eleanor anne kavinsky," eleanor spoke blandly.

"what languages do you speak?"

"english and french," she said bluntly.

"what do you do for a living?"

"i'm a singer and a songwriter."

"okay. now for the real questions."

well, it was a good thing that eleanor wasn't a bad liar.

a/n - i hate this so much wow also all the analytical essays i write in english literature makes me unintentionally analyse my writing for the writer's subliminal messages until i realised that i am the writer