( we are a hurricane ) (o)

[NADINE GROSVENOR]

oh, kiss me
hey hey we are a hurricane / drop our anchors in the storm

what a night it had become! the sun had set on the city of brack, and just like that, the people changed. of course there was crime during the day as well as the night; but you didn't see streetwalkers prowling around in broad sunlight, and you certainly didn't have mafia bosses coming in to grab a bite to eat and quick shot of booze. but once the night came on, well, brack became a totally different scene.

it was a scene that, generally, was a bad spot for nadine to be walking through alone at night. but she was confident enough that nothing would happen to her - that, or she was just too concerned with making money so that she could make ends me that caring ended up not happening at all. she would stride through the dark streets of brack, with the cold autumn air pressing against the nape of her neck, as if she were the most invincible girl; and she might as well have been, for all the damage done. miraculously, the blonde managed to stay out of harm's way, for the most part.

perhaps it was because her desperate need for money was, at least, full of good intentions. she wouldn't have to work two jobs and go through brack late at night if she wasn't struggling to pay the hospital bills for her mother; getting food on the table for herself was a minor detail that could often be overlooked. food and other such luxuries were not always meant for girls like her.

entering the smokey atmosphere of the speak, nadine tried her hardest not to crinkle her nose. it would be disrespectful to the patrons of drake's speak to show her open dislike of their smoking habits, and she wouldn't want to insult them in the very least - not if she wanted to keep her job, anyway. she was greeted by a few regular proletariat men who were regular visitors of the bar; she responded warmly enough, shucking her coat off in favor for the apron she tied around her waist and quickly began her shift as a waitress.

it would only be a matter of time, she supposed, until some real creep made their way into drake's speak; it was night, after all, and some strange fellows came out when darkness fell. until then, she busied herself with attending to customers, keeping her usual "hello, what can i get you?" with the customary charming smile. she could do that much, at least.