[center][h2]Clariel- 4708 Toulouse Ave[/h2][/center]

As the first twitters of the fall birds rang through Clariel’s open master bedroom window, they silently fumed. Happy twittering was not their style. They grumbled and went to roll over, and bumped into another figure in the bed. Clariel was about to scream for one of their housemates, when they remembered the night before.

[i]”Right, tourists. Man did she taste good. Pretty sure she’d never been with a woman before.”[/i] Clariel smiled and then nudged the tourist with their foot. “Wake up.”

“Good morning,” the human said and went to snuggle up to Clariel, who shoved her away.

“Woah woah. I don’t care what we did last night, but I do [i]not[/i] snuggle,” Clariel said, and dug around in their nightstand. They soon found what they had been looking for and pulled out a cig, and lit it. The smell of tobacco filled the room as Clariel took a long drag.

“But… I thought…”

“Look peach, you were great, but I don’t do romance. I don’t do snuggling. You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out last night.” Clariel took a long drag and blew the smoke right into the tourists face. “Now, get your clothing and get the hell out of my house,” they said and glared at the human. Predictably, the woman burst into tears, gathered up her clothing and ran out crying. Clariel smirked and pulled out a small journal. They opened to a premarked page and made another tally mark.

“That makes twenty-five in the past month or so. Nice.” They put the notebook back into their nightstand and leaned up against the headboard, taking another long drag. They pulled out their phone and looked at the messages. Something about gin missing from work, several texts from various one night stands begging for a second chance. Clariel nearly dropped the phone as  it buzzed, indicating another text had came in. It was from Nefertari. 

[i]“C- Need some Healing. Will drop by ur work after done w/ body. -N”[/i]

“Ugh. She must have been bumping uglies with Az again. Eh whatever.” Clariel started typing back. [i]“Yah, sure. Whatevs. When you gonna find someone that doesn’t burn?”[/i] The smirk reemerged as they typed the message. 

[i]“When you stop picking up tourists.”[/i] Clariel frowned. Well no way in hell was that going to happen. They took another long drag and realized that there was no more cig. Clariel got up and stretched, letting their wings pop out for a moment. The smell of brimstone filled the room as their wings flapped, happy to be out, even for a minute. A groan and a grunt escaped Clariels’ lips and then they headed to the master bathroom.

One long bath later, they emerged from the bathroom and headed to the closet to pick out an outfit. They were working later, covering for some bartender that night. Those were the best nights. So easy to hit on every drunk girl that thought they could flirt for free drinks. After debating for a moment, the outfit of the day was a loose red button up shirt with the long sleeves rolled up, and long ripped jeans. They ran their hands through their hair, ruffling it up a bit. Clariel looked at themself in the mirror and grinned. “Perfect.” Clariel shoved their walled in one back pocket and their cell phone in the other and went to head out. 

“Going to get some breakfast and then headed to work. See y’all later! Au Revoir!” Clariel said as they headed out the door and went to walk to Cafe Le Beignet, to get some sweet pastries.