Devil's Nest - Sunday Evening

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She had an honest job working in a tavern. Isabela was amazed with her self that she wasn't currently in a hysterical fit of the giggles over that. She knew more than a few people who would never believe it, and honestly neither did she. Not truly. It was just a disguise, a safe place until she figured out what had happened to The Siren's Call.

So she was starting her first day by completely ignoring any explanations Tiny was giving her and going through the many bottles under the counter, looking for something suitable to start her first workday with. She finally found one and settled down behind the bar, pouring the spirits in one of those disgustingly clean glasses.

The Devil's Nest was open and the dark skinned girl with the golden stud in her bottom lip, twin blades sheated on her back and a lack of pants was the bartender for that evening. Don't worry, Tiny was hovering somewhere nearby and giving her nasty looks.

[First work post wheeeee. You can expect these to be up early because my timezone wins all.]