Post by Executus Gira on May 19, 2018 3:32:39 GMT
"One basket of sauced wings and sweet potato fries, as you requested!"
The customer in question, an older gaunt man with his slightly younger looking wife, nodded in thanks to Molly. "Fast service and hot food. Just what we like." He said after taking a bite. "Thank you."
Molly gently bowed in her Violet Bar uniform. "You're welcome!" She said, then turned to go back into the kitchen to grab another order.
It was a few hours later, and the evening into night shift was already underway. Both she and Demmy had only just enough time to get back to the bar and make Demmy at least presentable before reporting in to work for Wisma. The arrow in Demmy's neck had been an issue Molly had been fretting over, especially with the blood that had been dripping down Demmy's neck, but to her surprise, Demmy had seemed so calm and collected about the whole ordeal.
"Molly, can you cut this arrow so only the head remains in my neck?" Demmy had said when both had gotten back into their room to change. The woman seated herself on the bed, and tilted her head so the arrow was sticking straight up in the air. "Just do that, and it should be fine for the night."
"W-w-w-wait a second!" Molly stammered. "We have to get that out! Your jugular could-"
"It's fine where it is for now." Demmy replied with a strangely bored tone. "Removing it would only worsen the bleeding, and take longer to heal. That's the thing about arrows: You do more damage pulling them out than they do going in. Isn't that what you told me during our hiking trek?"
Molly wanted to respond, when she realized Demmy was correct. If she pulled it out now, there would be nothing stopping the blood from just gushing out, and she could bleed to death. She sighed. "Y-yes, Demmy. Let me get a knife to cut that with. Just, don't squirm too much as I'm cutting it."
"I won't." Demmy said with a smile. "I trust you. Otherwise, the tickling demon might have to pay you another visit."
Molly walked back into the room with a four inch steak knife. "Demmy, I'm not joking. And really, w-what was all that back there? You ran when Chalodna was trying to ask you a question!"
"She had her own issues to deal with, namely that tiny murderer, and we have ours. But don't worry, tomorrow I'll go over there and explain everything to them, and to you. For now, let's deal with our work shift."
"You better, because I don't like lying." Molly began to run the knife back and forth against the stick of the arrow. "My mother taught me, that truth is truth, and even the smallest untruth is a lie, and a lie is no laughing matter. A lie in one's work, like a lie in one's character, will sooner or later show itself, and bring harm, if not ruin."
"Your mother must be a walking source of wisdom and good will." Demmy rolled her eyes. "And not like I haven't heard that one before."
"Because it's the truth, Demmy, and it's what matters. I care for you, so whatever it is you're hiding, stop hiding it, please."
With a final cut, the arrow stick was broken off, so only the head remained. Demmy immediately reached a hand up to feel the embedded head. "Like I said, I'll tell you everything tomorrow. That's a promise, and I always keep my promises to you. Now, where are the band-aids and ointment to keep the bleeding and infection away?"
"I will hold you to that. And I hope Chalodna and Micah are okay..."
"They are. That gremlin's bound up nice and tight. Only way she's getting loose is if they let her." Demmy chuckled.
As she walked back out of the kitchen with a plate of wine and beers, Molly couldn't help but glance over at Demmy, who was serving her own plate of fried shrimp and cocktails to a young man seated at the bar. She could see the side of her neck, bandaged up, yet a small lump was still there where the arrow head was covered. It definitely wasn't bothering her, and the smile she had on as she served the food seemed almost genuine to the girl...
"Demmy... what are you really hiding? What is going on with you?" Molly muttered under her breath.
"Most likely, nothing good from her." The all too familiar voice of Heather reached her ears. The bun haired woman had returned for the night shift as well, and she walked past Molly with a plate of garlic bread in hand. "Dredgmy only has evil in her heart, I'm telling you."
"Heather, I'm not in the mood for your little grudge." Molly muttered, almost as a growl which took everything she had to not snap at her. "Or for your games."
"It's not games. I'm being dead serious." Heather shook her head, then went over to her table and placed the bread for the waiting customer, before walking back over. "Believe me, it's best for your health. Now, I wonder if Alex has come back from his little watch..."
As Heather walked off, Molly couldn't help but bite her lower lip. She had a strange feeling in her gut, not just about Demmy, but Heather, and the whole day, really. Something wasn't right here, something wasn't adding up for her, but what was it? What was so strange about all of this?
The customer in question, an older gaunt man with his slightly younger looking wife, nodded in thanks to Molly. "Fast service and hot food. Just what we like." He said after taking a bite. "Thank you."
Molly gently bowed in her Violet Bar uniform. "You're welcome!" She said, then turned to go back into the kitchen to grab another order.
It was a few hours later, and the evening into night shift was already underway. Both she and Demmy had only just enough time to get back to the bar and make Demmy at least presentable before reporting in to work for Wisma. The arrow in Demmy's neck had been an issue Molly had been fretting over, especially with the blood that had been dripping down Demmy's neck, but to her surprise, Demmy had seemed so calm and collected about the whole ordeal.
"Molly, can you cut this arrow so only the head remains in my neck?" Demmy had said when both had gotten back into their room to change. The woman seated herself on the bed, and tilted her head so the arrow was sticking straight up in the air. "Just do that, and it should be fine for the night."
"W-w-w-wait a second!" Molly stammered. "We have to get that out! Your jugular could-"
"It's fine where it is for now." Demmy replied with a strangely bored tone. "Removing it would only worsen the bleeding, and take longer to heal. That's the thing about arrows: You do more damage pulling them out than they do going in. Isn't that what you told me during our hiking trek?"
Molly wanted to respond, when she realized Demmy was correct. If she pulled it out now, there would be nothing stopping the blood from just gushing out, and she could bleed to death. She sighed. "Y-yes, Demmy. Let me get a knife to cut that with. Just, don't squirm too much as I'm cutting it."
"I won't." Demmy said with a smile. "I trust you. Otherwise, the tickling demon might have to pay you another visit."
Molly walked back into the room with a four inch steak knife. "Demmy, I'm not joking. And really, w-what was all that back there? You ran when Chalodna was trying to ask you a question!"
"She had her own issues to deal with, namely that tiny murderer, and we have ours. But don't worry, tomorrow I'll go over there and explain everything to them, and to you. For now, let's deal with our work shift."
"You better, because I don't like lying." Molly began to run the knife back and forth against the stick of the arrow. "My mother taught me, that truth is truth, and even the smallest untruth is a lie, and a lie is no laughing matter. A lie in one's work, like a lie in one's character, will sooner or later show itself, and bring harm, if not ruin."
"Your mother must be a walking source of wisdom and good will." Demmy rolled her eyes. "And not like I haven't heard that one before."
"Because it's the truth, Demmy, and it's what matters. I care for you, so whatever it is you're hiding, stop hiding it, please."
With a final cut, the arrow stick was broken off, so only the head remained. Demmy immediately reached a hand up to feel the embedded head. "Like I said, I'll tell you everything tomorrow. That's a promise, and I always keep my promises to you. Now, where are the band-aids and ointment to keep the bleeding and infection away?"
"I will hold you to that. And I hope Chalodna and Micah are okay..."
"They are. That gremlin's bound up nice and tight. Only way she's getting loose is if they let her." Demmy chuckled.
As she walked back out of the kitchen with a plate of wine and beers, Molly couldn't help but glance over at Demmy, who was serving her own plate of fried shrimp and cocktails to a young man seated at the bar. She could see the side of her neck, bandaged up, yet a small lump was still there where the arrow head was covered. It definitely wasn't bothering her, and the smile she had on as she served the food seemed almost genuine to the girl...
"Demmy... what are you really hiding? What is going on with you?" Molly muttered under her breath.
"Most likely, nothing good from her." The all too familiar voice of Heather reached her ears. The bun haired woman had returned for the night shift as well, and she walked past Molly with a plate of garlic bread in hand. "Dredgmy only has evil in her heart, I'm telling you."
"Heather, I'm not in the mood for your little grudge." Molly muttered, almost as a growl which took everything she had to not snap at her. "Or for your games."
"It's not games. I'm being dead serious." Heather shook her head, then went over to her table and placed the bread for the waiting customer, before walking back over. "Believe me, it's best for your health. Now, I wonder if Alex has come back from his little watch..."
As Heather walked off, Molly couldn't help but bite her lower lip. She had a strange feeling in her gut, not just about Demmy, but Heather, and the whole day, really. Something wasn't right here, something wasn't adding up for her, but what was it? What was so strange about all of this?