The Skylit Canvas [Fightclub; OPEN AND HIRING!]

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[Fated Wings]

After watching Zukarin inhale one of the slices, Fate had to take a moment to decide if she was going to have any or not. If she didn't, he'd most like polish off one of the boxes, leaving the other for three to share. A small growl from her stomach pushed her to take a piece. Since she had been in a hurry to get here, she hadn't eaten anything.

Taking one of the warm slices, without loosing any fingers, Fate brought it to her lips then stopped, her attention turning back to the door. She watched the girl come in and smiled. "Come on in, sweetie! We won't bite," she added.

[The Blow to the Heart]

Excellence. I hear people. Adjusting a bit to the light, she wanders forward, wrinkling her nose as her heels clicked. Loud. Loud walking. Holy crap that girl's got cool ears. Her thoughts were simple at that point, as she was taking in her surroundings. Hooking her thumbs into her suspenders, she thinks about it, then nods. "Nice digs. Got possibilities. I'm Risika, by the way." Looking at them, she finds a seat and takes it, getting comfortable. It was warm inside, which was a bonus. She was always content when it was warm in a place she went to. Playing with a strand of hair, she then realizes that her bag was still in the car with Dell.

Uttering dark curses under her breath, she sets one hand over her face, feeling a bit off now. That meant that he had planned it from the beginning. And he had the loot. Lovely. What a night for the best in the area. She got bamboozled by a beginner. "And he's got my favorite shirt in there too...." She said it in a musing sort of voice, then looked at her companions in the room.

[Zukarin Oleander]

"NOM NOM NOM!" Now on his fifth slice of pizza, Zukarin was looking plump. Unbuttoning his vest, another slice of pizza hanging in his mouth, he turned. To his surprise it was a customer! It was a quarter past twelve and Mr. Oleander was looking like a kid with sugar diabetes on a death wish. He rotated back towards the counter for a moment to grab a napkin. "Eh? Oh!" He exclaimed with a dough-filled mouth.

There was a shatter as Zukarin swiftly slapped the glass bong that was placed next to the pizza off of the counter and behind the bar. "Ha.. ha.. HI!" He said gleefully, blush crowding his cheeks. Unsure as to whether the blush was from bashfulness or blood vessels popping in his cheeks due to his wretched form of dining.


Lifting his palm, he welcomed the gal to his establishment. He slid a box of pizza down the counter, another in his lap. "Welcome to the Skylit Canvas!" He spoke as he finished the remains of the pizza stuffed inches deep in his cheeks.

You'd assume by his grotesque eating habits, he'd be obese but, Zukarin wasn't a heavyset individual. He was actually quite fit. A great dresser as well. Casual, but classy. With the exception of the mismatched lenses that covered his hazel eyes, Zukarin seemed to be very color coordinated.

[Fated Wings]

Fate watched the girl come further into the warehouse then glanced towards her boss who hadn't seem to notice just yet. Watching him eat, however, would make her sick so she returned her attention to the long-haired female. "Pleasure to meet you, miss. I'm Fate, one of your bartenders tonight." Her smile was warm and her words pleasent. It was best to start up nice then turn on the charms if need be.

When Zukarin did finally notice, Fate couldn't help but watch as he scrambled to swallow his bite and welcome the newcomer. "I'll hope you'll excuse him...us. Business is a little slow so we opted for a bite to eat." Hoping off her stool, the bunny wandered around the counter, taking her position. "Can I get you a drink?"

[The Blow to the Heart]

Blinking at the movement that registered to her, she blinks, then looks to the section of the bar the bong used to be on. "I think you broke it. Damn shame too..." Staying in her seat, she folds one long leg over the other, then tilts her head to the side, watching the scene a moment longer. Then, with a shake of her head to clear it, she speaks again. "Thanks for the welcome. Though it was startling, it is good to see that hospitality is still extended even in the odd hours of the day." Thinking about it, the woman looks around again, her fingers going to the ring in her navel as if to make sure it was still there. Made metal detectors quite fun, that was for sure.

"Nice name for such a place. I was happy to not find homeless people..." Realizing what she said out loud, she blinks, then blushes. "Not that I was expecting to find homeless people...but it's a warehouse...and....uh....I have a home. I'm not homeless. That's not why I came towards a warehouse." She seemed to have a problem with rambling when her inside thoughts became outside thoughts. Her fingers slid purple hair behind her ear once more and she sighs, then closes her eyes.

"But uh...nice...uhm...to be here anyways. In a fight club sort of place." Hearing the woman's words, she let them register in her mind and she responded, glad for the change of topic as she turns and nods gently. "I would love a drink, Fate. Anything to make me not do that again." Risika was a thief, but not a social animal.

[Zukarin Oleander]

First off he sat for a moment, pondering as to whether or not he would engulf another box of pizza. A cramp didn't sound to pleasant and the fuzzy feeling on his teeth was getting to him. "I'll be back in a moment guys.." He called out, hopping off of his stool and over the counter. Reaching under his glasses, Zukarin rubbed his eyes. His vision was blurry, most likely because his eyelashes were in the way. Keeping in mind that his eyes were lower than Hell itself.. Zukarin felt his way to his bedroom door.

Closing the door behind him, he waded to his bathroom to brush his teeth. He hummed to himself as his scrapped the bristled utensil back and forth against his pearly whites, washing, then rinsing. Finishing up, Zukarin dug into his pockets, retrieving a cigarette from one, a lighter from the other.

Inhale.

Exhale.

[The Blow to the Heart]

Watching him wander away, she thinks about it, then nods lightly. This was quite an interesting place. If she didn't know any better, she thought that he had just broken that bong. Clearing her throat, she sighs, then leans back, relaxing in her chair. Then, feeling a bit odd, she pushes to her feet and wanders away from it, her mind going back to the job. It had been going so well too. Wrinkling her nose, she sighs and shakes her head. Someday, she was going to get a better thing going for her than just hits and runs.

Sitting down away from the people, she relaxes again, just going over it in her head, pulling a phone from a pocket on the back of her belt. Flipping it open, she started texting, her mind on the job that she had just been skipped out on. Logging into isteal.net, she started going through the emails, humming softly, almost as if she had been shut off from the rest of the room in a matter of moments.

Then again, when on her phone, she was in another world.

// Kay. My tummeh demands sustenance. be back in a while //

[GrEeNgOoDnEsS]

(Elo.)

[Fated Wings]

((Welcome.))

Fate let her boss wander off, her concern for him rising a little. Was he always like this? She mentally shook her head and sighed lightly before reaching for his glass to refill it with ice water. Though she wasn't about to start breaking his habits right now, she was at least going to make him feel a little better after doing them.

"What drink would you like, sweetie?," she asked Risika before glancing down at the broken bong. While letting the girl decide, Fate whipped out the broom and dustpan again and set to work cleaning up the glass. God forbid if someone tripped and fell on the stuff...namely her own boss. Course, now she was feeling a bit more like a maid than the ring girl she'd been hired as.

[Chocolate_Daddy]

She stared as her boss inhaled the pizza that Fate bought but her attention was soon directed to the broken bong. The glass an obvious safety hazard and as she went to get the broom and dustpan, Fate was taking care of it.'I can take that out to the trash if you would like."She said while going behind the bar and reaching underneath it to pull out a small trash can that lay empty on the floor.

[Zukarin Oleander]

Zukarin opened his bedroom door and glanced down. Fate was cleaning up the shards of glass from his beloved bong. 'Oh what sweet memories we'd had together.. me and Bongzai.. Oh lord. The time in eight grade.. when Mrs. Marietta sent me to the office because I told her I tripped face first in a dune. Bah! That was a hoot!' Zukarin though to himself, as he knelt down next to his Ring gal. Gently nudging her, he reached for the broom.. "You know, Fate. You aren't required to clean up my messes. I should be perfectly capable." He smiled and sighed. It was kinda tough to kneel down this low with such a full stomach which reminded him; "Oh, and thanks for the pizza. My tummy really appreciated."


Glancing over, he spotted Choco also coming to aid his mess. Admittedly, he felt sort of bad. He knew that he came off to others as some type of lazy slob-jerk of an owner that always placed himself at numero uno. He wanted to send off another message but confused as to how..

[Fated Wings]

By the time Zukarin had returned, she had already finished sweeping up the glass. If there was any left then it was pieces she couldn't find. When Choco came up to help, she smiled and handed the dustpan to her. "Thanks, sweetie," she said to her, obviously falling into her charming mood by using her favorite pet name. It was habit to do so and she hoped it didn't bother anyone.

When Zukarin came up to her and spoke, Fate only smiled and shrugged one tanned shoulder. "You can clean up the next mess then. I was just afraid you'd end up tripping and falling in the glass since you've been stumbling around." She stood and dusted off her hands then moved to hand him his water. "That wouldn't look too good to the customers if the boss got himself cut up."

[GrEeNgOoDnEsS]

A young man slowly approached the door, eyes set looming on the door handle. As a slight hesitation set in, his hand paused at the door handle. Finally the oxidized door handle and his hand met, opening it slowly. A light sent of pizza filled the air as he entered the building. Shutting the door behind him, his eyes observed the surroundings. The rustic look of the place seemed quite relaxing, with a lite smile he started to approach the bar, not noticing many.

(Not the best at description sorry.)

[Zukarin Oleander]

Zukarin stood, nodding to Fate. His emotions were sobering him up like they sometimes did when the primary emotion wasn't happiness.. or horniness actually. Nevertheless he thanked her for the glass of water and sipped it. Before doing so, he set his cigarette butt in the ashtray and slid it down the counter to a corner. "Hopefully, we might be able to find a couple of people to compete in that ole' arena. The taverns seeming bland without the action and whatnot, oh.. and I'm sure you'd like to actually do what you were hired for. I'm sorry about the lack of excitement around here.. Things are just retardly slow... and yeah.." His voice trailed as he sat on the stool before his cup of water..

[Chocolate_Daddy]

She gladly took the dust pan from her and let the glass slide into the trash can. After placing the trash can under the bar again Choco retrieved the broom. The dust pan and broom went behind the bar, in a easy to find place. There was certain to be more broken glass problems and the broom would need to be somewhere convenient. Quickly she dusted herself off just in case something from the bottom of the dust pan managed to get on her.

She couldn't help but chuckle at Fate's care about the customers then his well being, of course Choco knew she was joking, but it was still amusing. "Hopefully we don't have any more broken bongs from him."

Choco directed her attention to the young fellow who just entered and smiled. "Welcome to The Skylit Canvas. Would you like anything to drink?" She asked when he reached the bar.