[b]Maria - The Florence - Jasmine, others[/b]

Maria rolled her eyes at Isabel. "I'm here now [i]mami[/i]," she replied, stomping past her and shouldering past Tony. She didn't even want to see the fucker right now. His face made her blood boil.

The girl entered the bar and brushed past Jasmine. "I'll be in the back," she said as she passed by, not giving the other girl the time to comment or protest.
She slammed the door to discourage anyone following her. Leaning back against it, her head thumped against the wood as she stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were half-lidded and her face was set in a scowl.
She remembered why Tony had pissed her off and why she had gotten so plastered the night before. And she wished she hadn't remembered.

[i]"I'm going to ask her tomorrow Maria."
"Finally growing some balls eh[/i] gringo[i]?"
"She's the best thing that ever happened to me Maria."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. Multiple times."
"Well can you blame me for being happy?"
"..."[/i]

It was after that that things had gotten... blurry. All she knew was that she had been drinking. A LOT. She didn't even remember when he had left and she had been alone with the bottle. Well, [i]bottles[/i].

Maria knew why she was so angry, and she was angry about the reason she was angry. It was pathetic. She had been giving him signs for how long? It wasn't her fault the [i]idiota[/i] was clueless about anything that didn't envolve his precious nurse.
Eva. Eva. God how sick she was of hearing that name. She had only met the woman once and had immeditately disliked her. She told herself it was because the girl was too pretty, too sweet, too goody-two-shoes, but that was only to hide the real reason she didn't like her. The real reason that she was close to hating her. The girl didn't deserve it, she knew that, but feelings were feelings and couldn't be helped.
Pushing off of the door, she pulled out a cigarette and went out the back door. She had to make a call.

She lit the cigarette and waited until the other person picked up.
[i]"Soy yo. Necesito un poco. Voy a pagar por adelantado y extra si lo consigues demasiado conmigo en una hora. Nos encontraremos en la parte posterior. No deje que Harry te vea. Yo no lo quiero en mi culo."[/i]
She hung up and blew out a ring of smoke. She would stay for an hour or two, claim she was sick and go home.
Then... she would forget...
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[b]Danielle - Tommie's - various people[/b]

Danielle worked hard at her job. It's what made her good to have around. She may not be the best, but she was the most determined. When she was concentrating on making a drink or tallying up a tab or looking over the books, her concentration was apparent on her face. She didn't want to give Thomas or anyone any reason to kick her ass to the curb.

It wasn't that she was afraid of Thomas. He had always been nice to her. And she wasn't really afraid of anyone at the bar. No one was going to hurt her with Thomas around and if he wasn't around the other members looked out for her.
No, she wasn't afraid of him in particular.
Danielle was wary of people in general. Life had taught her that no matter what people say or how they act they could change in an instant. No one was completely trustworthy. And if Thomas ever betrayed her in any way, Danielle already had a hidden go-bag with everything she needed to make another run for it : extra clothes, extra food, emergency blankets, glow sticks, packets of soap and toothpaste along with traval toothbrush and hair brush, a large knife and a smaller one, two id's with different names, emergency cash... she added to the bag all the time.

When she heard someone say they had problems Danielle looked up from her work in alarm, her eyes wide in question to Thomas. She was tensed up, ready to take off if the problems had anything to do with her.