ForeverMischievous
Star
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2011
It was a busy night. It usually was, in Temptation, one of the most popular bar's in town. A place where people came, to enjoy themselves. Be themselves. Everyone felt more free in a bar, when the liquier loosened up throat and brain. Set people free, in a hysterical frenzy of laughs, cheers and kiss'. At least so, the facade would be. But as always, there was those who couldn't. Who couldn't let themselves go, and live a free life, with no prejudice or hatred their way. Without the hateful eyes, of those who where normal. Those who where different, would always be lowest in the food chain. Just like the animals, they so dearly wanted to distance themselves from. But, as animals, they bit the heads off those, who where frail. Those, 'less deserving'.
Tatianna, was one of such. Every day, she had to hide those features, that made her 'less' of a human being. And it was true. In many ways, it was. And not only through the special features. The small differences. But her instincts. Her way of living. Everything. Much was due to the fact, that she'd always had to live a shady life. Hidden away, from the general public. It was either that, or hatred. And she couldn't quite stand that. She too was 'frail' as the humans with normal genetics would say. She couldn't stand the hatred in their eyes. And she didn't hate them back, that was the problem. She didn't have the strength, to hate others back. So she didn't understand, why they hated her. Always did she try to mend the hatred. Always did she try, to do better. Correct any and all mistakes, she could ever make. But never was it enough. Always, had the hatred remained.
It was a busy night. And the short, slender woman, almost had to run back and forth in the bar stall, due to the fact that her partner had gone to relieve herself, and hadn't been back for five minutes. And already was customers shouting for her. The 66' tall woman, moved as fast as she could, to get the right drinks in order, at the right time. And she did a fairly good job, considering her movements where inhibited by heals, which never really did well with her. And the fact that there was costumers enough for three bartenders, and she was all alone with it. She wore a rather long skirt, reaching to her knees, with a bulge around her waist, elevating it lightly from her body. It did give it an elegant look, but there was a different reason, for this exact bulge. Just another way, she had to hide from the public. As a top, she wore a short blouse, that had a rather large V section, showing off her well rounded D sized bust. Upon her head, she wore a white fedoran hat, to fit the rest of the white clothing, lightly titled where it sat. Once again, to hide the fact, that she wasn't 'normal'. But from the hat, hang the long blonde hair, with an almost living effect, as it waved after her, reaching almost to her hips.
Nearly finished with the bulk of the costumers, there was only one left, that still required a drink, at this current time. A chance for a short breath, perhaps?
"Hey, pretty face.. Why don't you come over here.. And take my order, sweety?" The man questioned, leaned against the bar, upon both elbows. Tatianna smiled gently, her bright blue eyes, with almost a glimmering hint to them, as they turned towards the costumer. Her facial features, where slender and elegant, just as the rest of her body.
"Of course, sir!" She said, with a gleeful and happy voice, as always, moving over to the bar, closer to the costumer. She leaned a bit over the bar, and smiled. "What could I get you, then?" She questioned, resting her own elbows against the counter.
"Well, first of all, you can take off that hat, so your costumers can see your pretty little eyes, a..." He interrupted himself, after removning the fedoran hat, two perking, furry ears, now peaking up from Tatianna's blonde hair. Their fur was rather thick and long, causing them to look even more charming, if offered to the right viewer. But this man, was not one of those, and her ears immediately sank, as well did her gleeful expression. The hatred was clear as day, the first second, a glance of disgust and surprised, written across her face.
"A bloody furrball!? Geez.. Get that bloody hat back on, so I won't have to look at those blasted things.. Get another bartender. I ain't going to take my order from you! I'll just end up with fur in it! Filthy animal.." He sneered, clearly quite upset, by the fact that one of her kind, was serving him drinks, as he threw the hat back at Tatianna.
"N.. No please.. Can't I just.. Take your order, whilst wearing gloves, I mean.. With the hat on, it doesn't really make any difference, does it? Fur won't.. Even come close to your d.." She was interrupted in speaking, and putting her hat back on, whilst the man continued.
"I ain't taking the chance! I'll probably just end up drinking fleas! Get.. Someone.. Else." He complained, tapping the table with a finger, a sneer in both his voice and eyes. Tatianna whimpered lightly, nibbling at her lower lip, as she itched her right arm.
"But.. There.. Is no other.. Right now. Sir. I.. I'm the only one here." She spoke, with a light gulp, and a soft sigh. It was always the same. And never did it help, to be nice. Never did she achieve anything. But she just didn't have the harshness in her, to talk back. Always the same.
Tatianna, was one of such. Every day, she had to hide those features, that made her 'less' of a human being. And it was true. In many ways, it was. And not only through the special features. The small differences. But her instincts. Her way of living. Everything. Much was due to the fact, that she'd always had to live a shady life. Hidden away, from the general public. It was either that, or hatred. And she couldn't quite stand that. She too was 'frail' as the humans with normal genetics would say. She couldn't stand the hatred in their eyes. And she didn't hate them back, that was the problem. She didn't have the strength, to hate others back. So she didn't understand, why they hated her. Always did she try to mend the hatred. Always did she try, to do better. Correct any and all mistakes, she could ever make. But never was it enough. Always, had the hatred remained.
It was a busy night. And the short, slender woman, almost had to run back and forth in the bar stall, due to the fact that her partner had gone to relieve herself, and hadn't been back for five minutes. And already was customers shouting for her. The 66' tall woman, moved as fast as she could, to get the right drinks in order, at the right time. And she did a fairly good job, considering her movements where inhibited by heals, which never really did well with her. And the fact that there was costumers enough for three bartenders, and she was all alone with it. She wore a rather long skirt, reaching to her knees, with a bulge around her waist, elevating it lightly from her body. It did give it an elegant look, but there was a different reason, for this exact bulge. Just another way, she had to hide from the public. As a top, she wore a short blouse, that had a rather large V section, showing off her well rounded D sized bust. Upon her head, she wore a white fedoran hat, to fit the rest of the white clothing, lightly titled where it sat. Once again, to hide the fact, that she wasn't 'normal'. But from the hat, hang the long blonde hair, with an almost living effect, as it waved after her, reaching almost to her hips.
Nearly finished with the bulk of the costumers, there was only one left, that still required a drink, at this current time. A chance for a short breath, perhaps?
"Hey, pretty face.. Why don't you come over here.. And take my order, sweety?" The man questioned, leaned against the bar, upon both elbows. Tatianna smiled gently, her bright blue eyes, with almost a glimmering hint to them, as they turned towards the costumer. Her facial features, where slender and elegant, just as the rest of her body.
"Of course, sir!" She said, with a gleeful and happy voice, as always, moving over to the bar, closer to the costumer. She leaned a bit over the bar, and smiled. "What could I get you, then?" She questioned, resting her own elbows against the counter.
"Well, first of all, you can take off that hat, so your costumers can see your pretty little eyes, a..." He interrupted himself, after removning the fedoran hat, two perking, furry ears, now peaking up from Tatianna's blonde hair. Their fur was rather thick and long, causing them to look even more charming, if offered to the right viewer. But this man, was not one of those, and her ears immediately sank, as well did her gleeful expression. The hatred was clear as day, the first second, a glance of disgust and surprised, written across her face.
"A bloody furrball!? Geez.. Get that bloody hat back on, so I won't have to look at those blasted things.. Get another bartender. I ain't going to take my order from you! I'll just end up with fur in it! Filthy animal.." He sneered, clearly quite upset, by the fact that one of her kind, was serving him drinks, as he threw the hat back at Tatianna.
"N.. No please.. Can't I just.. Take your order, whilst wearing gloves, I mean.. With the hat on, it doesn't really make any difference, does it? Fur won't.. Even come close to your d.." She was interrupted in speaking, and putting her hat back on, whilst the man continued.
"I ain't taking the chance! I'll probably just end up drinking fleas! Get.. Someone.. Else." He complained, tapping the table with a finger, a sneer in both his voice and eyes. Tatianna whimpered lightly, nibbling at her lower lip, as she itched her right arm.
"But.. There.. Is no other.. Right now. Sir. I.. I'm the only one here." She spoke, with a light gulp, and a soft sigh. It was always the same. And never did it help, to be nice. Never did she achieve anything. But she just didn't have the harshness in her, to talk back. Always the same.