((Sorry for long response time. And I thought Mangnus was everyone's favorite... oh well, I don't know enough TMI fans to know that! I'm reading Cress right now..))
Anastasia
Anastasia shrugged. "Don't know where she is now but she and Shaylee were talking about getting her a job. They're probably upstairs talking to Rusty or something." She picked up a small hand-mirror and fixed a few flyaway strands of hair. "I'll come with you. I could use some fresh air. Besides, they serve the most amazing soup today for the lunch special." ____________
HAWKE
Hawke allowed a thin but telling smile slide upon his lips. "So, you think my face is amazingly cute?" he paused, allowing for a stuck-up grin. "Yeah, I must say most of the time I would generally agree with you..." He brushed a hand through his dark honey-colored hair, wondering why he'd chosen to act so arrogant. He was never this arrogant... Then he quickly remembered. Because it's fun! He realized that a gentleman would've possibly chuckled, but let Caroline's whole slip-up blow over as if he hadn't heard it. But then again, Hawke was hardly a gentleman. He was a rouge super-soldier with an identity complex and a nasty tendency for self-harm. He let his arrogance slip off and asked another question, he was curious about this doe-like girl before him standing in the woods. "Okay, so you are going to skip town. Pray tell, where are you going?" He kept his hazel eyes fixed on her, they were bright, full of interest and playful curiosity. ________
Shaylee whipped around as she heard a customer speaking to her. She still had a fraction of the happy smile she'd displayed when Rusty'd said Tabitha's dish was good. She turned and listened, her pretty blond curls cascading around her, down her neck and resting on top of her blouse. At first confusion sparked within her, then a tinge of fear. She suspected that they were undercover Goldhawk workers to inspect Rusty's club....
again. But then most of it dissipated when she studied their faces. They didn't have the harshness, the precise focus, or the emotionless eyes most Goldhawk inspectors did. Nobody asked for Rusty unless they were an inspector... or someone asking about Tendits. Either way it was her job to get him. Shaylee, being a professional, did not let her misgivings or curiosity show in her face. She tried hard to remain exactly the same as she had before. She nodded her head. "Okay! I'll go get him." Shaylee turned on her heel, walking over to the bar. Rusty was always at the bar. This was because he, of course, was bartender. There was nobody at the bar, though, except for Rusty. Rusty was leaning back against a wooden shelf, stock full of alcohol and exotic juices. He was holding a round glass of something amber with a perfect square of ice. She suspected it to be scotch, even though it was entirely too early to start drinking. "Rusty!" She said, not meaning to sound as annoyed as she did. He didn't let her edged voice bother him, or startle him. He picked up his head and looked at her lazily. "We have a family that wants to see you. They want to talk to you about Jules?" She asked him. His eyebrows perked up and he asked where they were. She pointed him in the right direction. He strode up to them without putting the drink down. Rusty stood next to the people, looking rather tall all stretched out and not slouching like he sometimes did. "You wanted to talk to me about a Jules?" He asked.