((I hope this thing stays alive after I revive it.))
"Yo! What's with people 'round here?" shouted out a spirited, feminine voice. Julianne jumped up on a table, steadying herself on a gent's arm for a moment and pushing back strands of her coarse dyed hair way from her dark face.
"Hey, gang, there are too many glum faces," she pouted, hazel eyes twinkling with mischief.
Nearly everyone looked up from their drinks to her.
"Aaahuh, that's right. Chin up. What's tuh be a sap about."
No one answered. A red-faced fellow mentioned dazedly, "My kid just got busted."
"Least you didn't. C'mon. cryin ovuh spilled milk ain't gonna do yuh any good." She jumped down and grabbed his drink away from him, "Neither is drownin yuhself in beer."
People were beginning to grin at the woman and her upbeat attitude. One guy slapped his lap. She promptly fell into it.
"Light me a cigarette," she requested, and he did so without hesitation.
"What ya'll need is some music." Fingers pointed and thumbs gestured to the radio, turned down to an almost inaudible volume. With the nimbleness of a cat, Jules leapt over the bar counter and fiddled with the tuning knob. After a minute, she pressed the volume button down hard, turning up the song till hard, drum-beating rock was throbbing throughout the room.
"Now that's more like it..." she grinned, "C'mon stranguh, lets swing!" she shot out a hand to drag the first fellow into a tense, wild dance. All watched, entranced.
Of course, to see this transformation had been Julianne's plan the whole time, ever since the succubus entered the quiet, half-dead bar.
((I BEG someone to enter here and RP with me.))
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