[Charlotte Lewis]

tell me how you reach the moon — my thoughts err away tonight

❝

Another night, another club. Charlotte had heard about this queer club, but hadn't found the time in her schedule yet to check it out. She had texted some of her friends asking to come along, but all of them had either been busy or boring, responsible adults who didn't party in the middle of a workweek, so eventually Charlotte had decided to just go alone. It wasn't like she had never done that before, and almost always she had managed to make it a fun evening anyway. She was social and she was loud: both were great if you were trying to make friends in a club.

The first few hours had been fun. Charlotte had been dancing a bit with a cute girl, but the girl had gone to the bathroom and Charlotte hadn't been able to find her again after that. It didn't matter. She headed over to the bar and ordered another mojito. Something about mojitos made her absolutely feral. She loved them, and they tasted so fresh. She paid and as she dipped from her mojito, she was thinking about doing a tequila shot. People could never comprehend the fact that she actually liked them. The salt, the lemon, the kick she got from it. She was just about to order when a guy cut in front of her and kept trying to push her hand down, which she was holding up to get the barman's attention.

"Yo you should definitely dance with me! You're hot as hell!" Charlotte glared at him and pushed him away with her elbow. She decided to give up on the tequila for now and returned to the dancefloor. Of course things could never be easy. The guy appeared again and tried to position himself behind her, trying to get close to her to rub against her. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she asked loudly, pushing him away again and taking another sip of the mojito. Was it a smart move? Only after she had taken a sip, she asked herself whether he would have had the chance to spike it. Even if not, better safe than sorry. She threw the contents of the glass on the guy, who was now loudly complaining about 'gay bitches never giving him a chance', while Charlotte made her way over to the bar again.

Once a bartender was near, she leaned forward to catch their attention. "Excuse me, excuse me", she said. "Could I- could I get an angel shot please?" She hoped they would know what she meant. The guy was drunk and getting annoying even more than he had been before. He was now trying to rub against another girl, who was very obviously in a relationship with the girl standing next to her.

Emery Donnovan ● let me know if I need to change anything!

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The night was going by as many of them did. Music pumping, people dancing, drinking, laughing. Most everyone seemed to be having a good time. There'd so far only been two small fights that had needed to be broken up and one incident of a girl throwing a drink in someones face. So far, things had actually been pretty easy. Emery danced idly to the music behind the bar. Keeping the energy high as she talked and laughed with the people she was serving. There was a bright smile on their lips and a bright cheer to their laugh. There was another bartender working with them that night as well. A young man named Tyler who worked well with matching Emery's upbeat energy. She'd learned early on working at a bar that being greeted with a smiling face usually made people tip better.

Though as a new face came up to the bar Emery moved over with their usual bright smile. "Heya sweetie! What's your poison tonight?" This wasn't one of her regulars that was for sure. Though Emery wouldn't claim to know every face that walked into the club she was fairly certain she'd never seen this one at the bar before. As she asked for an Angel Shot though Emery's smile dropped a bit. "Of course!" She motioned for the girl to follow her as she moved to a different side of the bar where the exit was.

Emery was already talking into a walkie that had been attached to his belt as she waited for the girl to follow. Letting her know her brother there was a creep harassing some of the girls at the club. They didn't take well to those who wouldn't take no for an answer. "Follow me, honey," she said as she motioned for the blonde to follow after her. Emery led her back to a black door that opened up into a private area.

It was usually used as a destress room for employees. When they became too overwhelmed or just needed a break there was a little area to come take a breather. There was a plush rug in front of a cushy black couch with a few pillows and a blanket that laid across the back. The space wasn't large but there was a mini fridge and a small closet off to one side. Emery moved to grab a water bottle from the fridge and offered it to the girl. "Who's bothering you? Can you give me a description or name?"

She still needed to give her brother information on the guy so Ezra could kick him out. While listened to the girls answer she sent a text to Tyler that she had a situation to handle and would be back at the bar in a moment. As soon as they got the description they called it over the walkie again for Tyler and Ezra to keep on the look out and to let them know when he was gone. "What's your name?" They asked sweetly as they motioned for the girl to have a seat.


"I'm Emery, but you can call me Em or Emie if you want," she moved closer to her trying to see if the girls eyes were dilated or if it appeared that she'd taken anything. "You feeling woozy or anything, sweetie? Do you think your drink could have been spiked?"

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♥ OXY

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[Charlotte Lewis]

tell me how you reach the moon — my thoughts err away tonight

❝

It was quite odd, Charlotte thought, how asking for an angel shot felt embarrassing in a way. She herself didn't suffer too kuch from the embarrassment, but she knew it was a very real thing to a lot of women. Although it was someone else who was bothering you, it made a lot of women feel ashamed to ask for an angel shot. She was glad it was becoming more of a common thing, though, and that a lot of bartenders knew what was implied when someone ordered it.

The bartender motioned for her to follow her to the end of the bad, and Charlotte did so, noticing that the man that had been bothering her was still watching her. Then she went through the door, into a private area, and finally she didn't feel those eyes on her anymore. The blonde looked around the room, but her attention was drawn to the bartender again when she held out a bottle of water for her. "Thanks", she said softly as she accepted it and twisted the top off. She took a sip and listened to the question.

"I don't know his name, but he's this 6'2 guy who's wearing a beige-ish sweater. I think his hair is brown but it was hard to tell under the lights. He was making a fuss on the dancefloor so I think others will be able to point him out, as well."

After she had replied, Emery asked for her name, introduced herself and gestured at the couch. "Thank you for helping. I'm Charlotte. I- I don't think I've been spiked, I threw by drink on him though- OH his sweater should be wet then! Might make it easier to spot him. But uh- anyway, yeah I threw my drink on him so the floor might be sticky, I'm sorry." She chuckled, a bit nervously. "I don't want to be a burden, it seems like a busy night so I'm so sorry." Maybe there was more guilt there than she had initially thought.

Emery Donnovan

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Emery listened as the woman talked aout the description of the man. After she'd finished they talked into their mic again to let their brother and other bartender know who to look out for. "Tall man, around 6'2", dark hair in a now wet beige sweater," they informed them getting a quick response back that they'd been heard. "Well it's nice to meet you, Charlotte," Emery said sweetly as they sat down themselves. "I don't think I've ever seen you in Fantasia before, what brings you in?"

As Charlotte tried to apologize Emery quickly shook her head and waved her hand to brush the apology away. "Don't you worry you aren't the first person to throw their drink on someone here," she said with a soft laugh. "We always clean up at the end of the night anyway." And first thing in the morning. And in the afternoon before they reopened for the night. Emery had been very insistent when they opened the club about keeping the place clean.

"You're not a burden, honey," They insisted firmly but with that same gentle tone. "It's your job to have fun here and relax, it's my job to make sure you're safe enough to do that." Her job and everyone elses who worked at the club. Charlotte was hardly the first person they'd had to bring into the destress room. Whether someone was too drunk and needed to wait to be picked up, someone was having a panic attack for one reason or another, or someone needed to hide from another person until they were kicked from the club.

"I'm glad you were aware of what an angel shot was though," Emery complimented with a bright smile. There were many people who would only come to her panicked. Trying to keep their voices low and rush through an explanation that was almost impossible to hear over the music. "And as soon as that creep is gone I can pour you a new drink, on me." Seeing as she'd said she lost hers throwing it in the strangers face. "Or if you want I can walk you to your car or call you an uber and wait for it with you," she offered. Just incase the other woman was too nervous to go back out into the club.

[attr="class","teethtag]Charlotte Lewis Let me know if you need me to tweak or change anything!

♥ OXY

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