Storm of Evil

EMILIE

* takk - thank you

      du we volkemmon - you're welcome

      hva faen - what the fuck

      la oss gå - let's go

      jævla - fucking

      favel - farewell/goodbye

      jævla min hjerne ut før jeg eksploderer i en så dyp orgasme jeg gråter og - fucking my brains out until I explode into such a deep orgasm I cry and -

(it will all make sense, fear not...)

Also, I'm sorry, I don't know Norwegian so it's most likely wrong. Anybody willing to help translate would be great haha otherwise, enjoy.

EMILIE

[Two months ago]

  Cold, it was getting so very cold. The nights were long and the days were short; the breezes battling relentlessly against the suns heat, and without doubt, winning. Skadi really had began pulling the winter blanket over us.

  I entered through the back as usual, keying myself in and tying my hair up as my boss greeted me.

  "You're very radiant of late," he commented with a smile which I returned gratefully.

  "Thank you," I grinned, now also tying my apron.

  "Ah, Emilie, my dear," he started hesitantly and I couldn't help but be nervous about his tone. It didn't sound that good. "Could I speak to you before your shift starts?"

  "Go ahead, I mean if I'm late it's you're fault," I chuckled and he laughed with me. So far so good.

  "Quite right," he nodded. "Now, I have noticed that your um, employment has been attracting the likes of certain customers of late..." he trailed and I inwardly winced. Oh no, here's 'the talk' about the Helvete guys. Oh god oh God oh God. I'm not ready to be fired - this is practically a warning!

  "I like you Emilie - you've become practically family in this business, and you're a fine hard worker - but I'm concerned the uh, crowd, you're hanging with is a bit, how you say...rough?"

  I knew he was putting it on so nicely, I felt bad he even had to speak to me about this. However, I should have seen it coming, after all, I got him to sign off a witness statement to clear Hellfire of charges.  He knew it was fabricated, but he did it anyway. I couldn't thank him enough for that.

  "Don't worry sir," I replied reassuringly, "I'll be fine, and I'll make sure no damage comes to På Tykk. They're quite harmless guys, and any affairs will be kept far away from the shop; I could never put your business through that."

  "That's awfully kind of you, but it's not the business I'm so much worried about," he said, knowing I'd pick up his suggestive tone and I shook my head.

  "I will be fine. I trust them."

  He shook his head at me.

  "You are one tough cookie Emilie. Alright," he said before getting back to whatever he was doing. I smiled a small smile before getting to work. I felt ever so deflated because of the talk the boss gave me, though I shouldn't have let it affect me. I was fine, and my job was fairly safe as well. So long as På Tykk stayed out of affairs, I'll be alright.

  I went out to work the bar, and speak of the devil what do you know - there sat a group of guys I was becoming all too familiar with. I recognised most of them, though there were a few I was unfamiliar with. They sat in a hella large group. Perhaps they were having a conference about the record label?