Tear In My H E A R T (open)

[Nikki Day]

Nikki was sitting down on the ground in the alley behind the club she worked at, squealing with joy at the fresh pack of sidewalk chalk she bought herself. This was what she needed, she has been feeling heartbroken for so long and she is so sick of feeling sick. She laid out her chalks in order of alphabetical color, making sure they were all neat and organized. With a crack of her knuckles, she set to work on her new masterpiece.

With a swipe of the white chalk, she set the scenery with a rough scribbled circle, leaving plenty of room in the middle for her to work with. She grabbed light blue and took her time detailing a wine jar, alternating with a darker blue for the lines to give the jar design. Then with a swipe of a dark red chalk, she started overflowing the street art with wine pouring out of the jar. This was a color she had looked forever on the Internet for, it was so hard to find. Her tongue stuck out as she worked, only now careful with each stroke to leave room for the lettering.

When she was finally done, she tossed the nearly worn through chalk to the rest. With a moan, she popped her back. She hadn't realized how long she had been sitting there. But as she stood up, she surveilled her work with pride. It was an overflowing wine jar, with the wine spilled into the middle. But she wrote letters in the wine by not coloring the space, and it read "FUCK YOU" in strong capital letters. She pulled out her phone and took a picture, giggling. But then she saw the time, and squeaked with shock. She went to start this on break and her shift was almost over. "Shiiiit!" She sang, rushing back inside to go back to the bar. If she wasn't so close to Sebastian she'd be fired.

She had chalk on her face and hands, but she dusted the chalk off of her hands behind the bar. "Sorry, hi how may I help you?" She spun around to the bar, setting up the bottles appropriately to continue her work as she dealt with a customer. She looked up at one of the dancers on stage, sighing with admiration as she poured one of her customers a drink. She probably looked a mess, but she didn't know or care much for it. She just wanted to get off the bar.

[Azalea Pierce]

Azalea Pierce had never been one for clubs, or for bars. Well..most of the time. She only seemed to go if she needed a distraction, or if she was going for friends. Never by herself. So why was this time different? She had no plans with friends, wasnt' meeting anyone. And yet, she found herself here anyway. All dressed up, in a black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of heels that she managed to walk in without tripping. Something that she could only thank years of practice for. Azalea had also straightened her normally curly hair as well.

The daughter of Demeter stepped inside, glancing around the room. It was exactly what'd you'd expect, and for a brief moment she questioned why she was here. There was no one she knew, they were all unfamiliar faces. People she couldn't imagine herself making friends with. But she didn't exactly want to be antisocial either. With a tiny sigh, she found herself torn. On one hand, she found that maybe she didn't want to deal with drunk people. On the other hand, it wouldn't do to just ignore everyone. Crap.

Azalea headed over to the bar almost immediately, one particular worker catching her eye. Not only was she unbelievably pretty, but also looked a little comical as well. Was that..chalk on her face? Well. This would be interesting, at least. When she finally reached the bar, Azalea followed the girl's gaze to the dancers on stage. She knew that she should've ordered a drink, but..unfortunately that wasn't what her brain had in mind. "Do you..want to be a dancer? Or are you just admiring them like everyone else?" She didn't sound mean, just..curious. At least being a dancer would be more fun than bartending.

[Nikki Day]

When she finished with the drinks, she heaved herself exhaustedly onto the bar and leaned on her elbows. She walked her fingers across the bar towards the dancers, lost in her admiration. To be up there, swirling her hips and contorting her body to the rhythm of the beautiful music, being a physical embodiment of the melody.. It was a wonderful feeling. It's why she had no problems being a stripper.

It took her a moment to realize that someone had actually talked to her. The other customers were busy enough with their drinks, and the catcalls to the stage. She blinked and turned to face the girl. "Huh? Oh, yeah.. I love to dance." She started swaying her hips side to side behind the bar to Rihanna's "Work." She danced to this song every morning. She laughed gleefully as she spun around, keeping her hips moving in circles.

"But I'm also admiring them. They're very pretty. I wish I wasn't bartending today.. But Sebbie promoted me to manager so I don't get to dance as much as I want to." She sighed sadly. After a moment, she gasped. "Oh my gods! I'm so sorry, you probably want a drink and I'm just dancing like a fool!" She hurriedly started getting together the a glass and fixing her drinks again to prep for the order.