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Ember leaned against the wall of her aunts apartment on her break from her shift. God, she hated telling people that 'Yes Freddy is in a good place and he isn't cheating on you with his ex that died prior to him.' or 'Angelica says she wants you to find that letter she gave you. It has the directions on how to make the funeral.' She sighed and took out her box of tick-tacks, sticking one in her mouth. She loved her aunt, she did, but her aunt needed to learn her boundaries. Boundaries didn't involve sticking her in a non air conditioned room in the stinking humid heat. Ember needed friends and fast. Problem was, who wanted to be friends with a lesbian physic around these parts?

(I have a question. Are they already together or did they just meet?)

((They're just meeting now))

Angel had been walking down the street. She was at a club and was really drunk. She didn't want to risk the drive, so walking was the best option. She accidentally bumped into ember, and almost fell on top of her. "Sorry." She said in a drunken slur.

Ember swore and was about to go off at the drunken girl when she saw the face she owned. She paused seeing the drop dead gorgeous girl standing in front of her for the first time. She shook off her feeling and made her face neutral. "Are you okay?" She asked, grabbing the girls forearm softly and keeping the stranger upright. "Do you need to sit down or you know, maybe even drown the alcohol out of your system with coffee?" She felt like laughing but again, kept her face neutral.

Angel couldn't really see the girl in front if her, but could tell it was a girl from the voice. She didn't here what she said so she just nodded. She pulled up her black strapless dress, and kicked off her shoes. They were silver and had four inches off the ground.

"ok, so I'm going to take you inside my home now..." Ember began, bending down to pick up the stylish and uncomfortable looking heels off the ground that the girl threw off "And I really hope that doesn't sound creepy to your drunken ears." She said it nice and slowly knowing how mocking she sounded but did it anyway, still keeping a straight face. She pulled the girl along to her front door, pushing it open to her aunts living room that smelled liked burning candles and scones.

Angel stumble, she tripped over her own feet as she entered the house. She thought that she heard that she was entering the woman's house. She sounded kind enough so she hoped she wasn't going to get killed. She started to close her eyes from lack of sleep. She wondered how she even got to this house, and the killer headache she would have in the morning.
(Also her parents are dead if you want to do something with that.)

Ember walked into the kitchen to get a coffee made up for the girl and grabbed a plate of scones her aunt had been making she walked back into the living room to see the girl start to fall asleep. Ember panicked for a moment and ran over to the girl, laying the plate down on the dining table. Ember shook her a little to keep her awake. The last thing Ember wanted was for this girl to have a concussion from accidentally hitting her head somehow earlier or vomiting in her sleep without super-visitation. "Hey, look, you can sleep soon but please eat something, please." She said, trying to make the girl understand.

Angel could feel someone shaking her but she couldn't open her eyes. She heard her mention food, and knew that's what she needed right now. She nodded and open her eyes barley to she her face, which was still a blur.

Ember sighed and tore off the bit of the scone to feed it to the girl that she still had no inclination of a name-what-so-ever. She saw her aunt enter the living room with two coffee mugs in her hand. "What going on Ember? Your needed back down in the basement. We have another customer."
"God Aunt Tisha, can't you see there's a bigger problem here?" She leant forward to grab the coffee from her auntie and tried to get the girl to drink it slowly. That is of course, if she would drink it at all.

Angel took small bites of the scone. She chewed slowly. She started to sober a little bit and she wondered what she meant by customer? It was late right? Who would come to a store this late. She realized that this person didn't even know her name,"I'm Angel." She slurred a little bit. When she saw the coffee she knew this person was kind. You don't give coffee to someone your about to murder.

"Angel," She said testing the name on her tongue. It felt right, like smooth hot chocolate. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Ember. Don't call me Em though. Em stands for names such as Emily or Emma. I'm jut Ember." She laughed at Angel's confused expression and realized she had gone ahead of herself again. "I'm sorry, I have this thing about my name. It's stupid." She blushed a little and grabbed the plate away scolding herself. Why did she always have to get like when she spoke to a pretty girl?
"Ember, Seriously, I know your trying to be nice but this girl seems sober enough so I thing you better get your lace gown on and attend to those customers." She grabbed the gown and placed it around Embers shoulders.
"But it's late Aunt Trish, Angel can't walk home at this time of night." She looked at Angel, seeing how she was in fact, somewhat and angel. She had the face of one anyway."

Ember, the name rang through her mind. She thought it was cute how she made a fuss over her name. She found herself smiling up until the point were ember was handed a Lacey gown. There was only one reason why someone had to put a gown on just to meet a customer. Angel, for some weird reason, wanted it to be a girl instead of a guy.

Angel ate the rest of the scone and sat down on the couch. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stay. I don't have any money to get me home." Se said as nicely as possible with her jaw clenched.

Ember noted the sudden change in her poster, noting that she seemed much more sober now than before. Ember looked towards her auntie in expectation "Well..."
Trish sighed in defeat and nodded her head. "Fine, Ember, but you still need to go down there and deal with the customers.
"Fine," She said in annoyance and turned to Angel who still seemed a little odd in her attitude. "If you like, you can be next or you can just watch? I'm sure the customers won't mind."

Watch? That's a little creepy, but I mean there are worse things I could see, and from the way the aunt is talking, I'm not 100% sure if it's what I'm thinking. "I guess I could go down there with you. I mean if that is alright with your, uh ... Customers." She replied hesitantly.

"Well, I mean," Ember began, walking towards the basement stairs. "They don't Always like it, but an having more people in the room, an audience gives off a certain atmosphere," She paused and tried to think of the right way to word it. The spirits were so funny like that, they only came when there was interest vibrating towards them. in a tiny room such has there basement, you need a number of people to create that energy. "It's basically a way to build the energy in the room."

Angel didn't want to reply to that so she just nodded and followed her. Angel was wondering what her sister would think when she didn't come home that night. That she overdosed, or was raped and left for dead in an alley somewhere. All of the things seem logical with her.

Angel walked to the door of the attic and opened it to reveal her psychic hermit hole. It looked like the typical psychic hang out with red walls, potted plants and ornaments littering here and there. In the centre of the room was a beaded clothed, circular table with a crystal ball in the centre. Not that she knew how to use the stupid thing or anything. It was really only there for show. She walked towards the table where a couple sat, holding hands. She pulled another chair forward for Angel and sat in her own. "If it's all right with you, We are going to have my partner with us today. We will need to keep the energy alive." She said it in a quiet and eerie voice, loving the excited and weary looks on the couples faces.

Angel was truly shocked when she saw the couple sitting there. She knew that it wasn't what she was thinking, but what's happening? She walked to the table and say next to Ember, waiting to here what was going on, in her words.

(( Before I answer I just want to make another thread for Embers house. Only because we aren't really in the street anymore :) ))

((Okay that's fine with me :) )