Post by Raine Lily Ashera on Apr 8, 2012 0:50:38 GMT -5
Raine oh so happily bustled around the Caballo Negro where she worked. She adored the saloon, even if it was so different from the one she had worked in back home. Well, for starters, she hadn’t officially worked at the saloon back home, back home her father had owned the place and she had only worked when she had wanted to help out the family, and not because there was any obligation to do so and she certainly didn’t do it for money. But it was a trade she knew well, and now she did have to do it for money.
She needed to be able to provide for Selena, her baby sister. Because she was all that Selena had left after Daddy passed away, and she didn’t want Selena to have to work or anything at all. Selena was to focus on her studies, and Raine would be the one to make enough money to hopefully keep them afloat. They also had the money from selling the tavern of course, along with the inheritance he had left for his girls, both of which unmarried because her had wanted to keep his baby girls close and neither had shown any signs of wanting to be married, and he respected his girl’s wishes.
But even though she had had a hard life, and the death of her father didn’t even begin to cover it, Raine was the happiest little bubbly bar maid this place had ever seen. For all her perky bubbliness, the girl saw nothing wrong with bashing men over the head with her drink tray whenever they got over hand though, she did know how to handle herself just fine in a place like this.
She had grown up in places like this. She didn’t let the men touch her, or she would bash them without a second thought and then moments later the happy smile would be back in place and she would be asking them if they needed a refill or something else to eat. And if it got rough, well that was when she tended to let the boys she worked with handle it because she was a lady every once in a while, and she did get noticeably nervous around fights or over abundances of violence at most times because of her past experiences with the sort.
It was not yet time for the shop to be open, they had a good fifteen minutes before that was time. Raine was the first one in though, she liked coming in earlier to help set things up so that way she would get a bit of extra money, which her sister always needed in her mind. She paused in her hustle and bustle to look around the place, the movement causing her nearly white blond curls to stop floating about her head and allowing the black feather that had been woven into her soft waves to actually settle down against her hair rather than being up and flying while she had been moving.
Her sleeves resumed their careful length, so chosen to cover the many scars on her arms, and her long skirt stopped flaring about to do her the same favor for her legs. She had repressed the memory so far down of what had given her those scars, though that didn’t change the fact that they existed, or the fact that she got undeniably nervous around most men. She looked around, unsure what it was that she could do. She had set it all up; she had fifteen minutes left and had absolutely nothing to do.
The music that played almost lazy like from the player in the corner was what had given her the idea of what to do while she waited for the place that she worked with to open. She toed off her shoes and sat them near the bar neatly, just under where she had placed the other things she would need for work tonight. And then she closed her eyes, pretending for a moment that nothing had changed from her last dance class, that nothing was different from the last time she had let dance rock her body and cause her movements.
She danced often, honestly. It was as much a part of Raine to be a dancer as it was for her to be blonde. She could never escape that about herself. It was a good way for her to relax as well, to forget about thoughts and simply move, to release it all out into the empty air and out of her soul, it was cleansing. But she was a dancer. She had been trained to dance since she was little. Financial troubles and her father’s murder had made so she couldn’t take classes anymore, that she couldn’t be a performer anymore. But it was still so deeply ingrained in her to want to dance.
So dance she did. She felt out the beat, and forgetting it was so soon to being opening time, she began to whirl and move around the empty space in the saloon that she worked, feeling the old training come back as clearly as if she had been in class yesterday. Whirls, kicks, it was all so freeing to move about the floor in such a way, and to be able to let go entirely of everything that had once occurred in her life.
Muse: Okay
Comments: Not her best post ever, but it'll get better. I don't like starters lol
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