Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 24, 2015 14:29:11 GMT -5
She had performed three full sets tonight and she was beat. Ana really just wanted to go curl up and sleep for days she was that tired. She took off all her makeup and got into some normal clothes. Nothing flashy because she wasn't looking to work tonight. The bar was almost empty anyways and the last few days had been taxing, she just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. She tied her hair up in a ponytail before grabbing a cigarette and lighting it as she made her way out of her dressing room and onto the main floor of the bar.
Sure enough it was dark and everyone was gone, Fin must have already been upstairs asleep and she yawned some. Oh yeah she needed to get home... But as she moved to the exit she heard a voice that made her stop in her tracks. That and the hand that grabbed at her wrist making her freeze in place, trying not to breath too hard.
"Why hello there Miss Andrushikiv... leaving so late and all by yourself I see?" She knew that voice all to well... Ryan that sleezy sax player that always seemed to be causing trouble for her. Didn't she tell him no enough? That he could pay her his weight in rubies and pearls and she would always say no to him.
"Let me go Ryan." Ana snapped trying to pull away from him. "I'm not interested in anything you have to say." But she was slammed up against the wall and pinned down by him.
"Oh please you would spread your legs for anyone. You are a commie slut and everyone knows it." He said lips pressed against her neck she she pushed against him as hard as she could. But he had a foot in height and probably 100 pounds on her and she couldn't fight that. Oh fuck this was so bad... She was then slapped hard across the face and slammed against the wall. "Don't make me hurt that pretty little face and boy of yours my dear..."
Fuck she was so screwed, god how bad she wished she could just close her eyes and pretend she was home in bed and that this wasn't happening... Because it wasn't happening....
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 25, 2015 20:12:20 GMT -5
As his footsteps echoed against the wet concrete of the sidewalk, Heath couldn't conjure a more powerful feeling than that of not wanting to return to the Underground that night. It had been nearly a week since the incident with the prostitute, and he still couldn't stop thinking about it. It was a fact he both hated, and appreciated. If a girl could have that kind of lasting effect on him, then, in his opinion, she had to be a pretty bad as woman. It wasn't just anyone that could distract him from his every day duties.
Still though, he came to a halt outside the entrance to the bar and collected himself and his thoughts. Finley had asked him to stop by earlier that evening, and because he hadn't been particularly busy, Heath had agreed to do so. Huan cousin was really the only one who he didn't mind making time for. They had been through hell together, and if there was one thing Heath knew about him, it was that he was loyal and true, and he knew better than anyone that finding a loyal person was hard to find, especially in this day in age.
With a few steps, he entered the lounge with Joey, big and built as ever, right at his side. Huan eyes immediately shifted to the sound of violent thuds against a nearby wall, and he then turned, spotting the prostitute he had been with so many days ago, now being forcibly groped by another man. His insides instantly flared, but before he could so much as take a step towards the fucker, Joey had already moved across the room at lightning speed. With one swift motion, Heath's bodyguard picked up the sax player and held him up by the collar of his shirt.
"What do you want to do with him, boss? Say the word and I'll give this motherfucking prick hell." Joey spat.
Heath eyed Joey, then Ryan, then turned his attention towards the girl, letting his expression soften a bit. Sure, she might have been a whore, but that didn't mean she wanted it all the time.
With a shrug, he proceeded to move towards the bar, letting his words carry through the tension-filled air. "Not up to me, Joe. She's the one who deserves to make that call."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 21:05:24 GMT -5
"Get off me!" She said sharply before being pushed back into the wall and slapped again. There was a small part of her that just thought maybe she should just take it. Because he was right... she was a whore and this is what she did. But she always picked her clients, she always had control of the situation and she never had to worry about this... because she would be in her right to say no to something when she was officially working. This just made her feel weak and powerless. Like that fourteen year old girl that ran off to New York to be a star. The same one that was never sure if she would make it home alive at the end of the night or not. She felt the top of her dress be ripped down by him and she gasped before lips were forced onto hers. His hand came up and grabbed her by the hair trying to force her down on the ground but she wasn't having any of it.
She had to get away from him, run fast and far and act like this didn't happen again because she refused to go back to feeling as weak and powerless as she did all those years ago.
Then she felt him let go of her and gasped. Joey was holding the man in front of her and Heath had moved to her side and she looked between the men as she swallowed. She was trying so hard to keep tears down as Heath said it was up to her what happen to him and she folded her arms over her chest since it was all ripped open. "I don't care... just get him out of my sight." She said as Joey took the man back out who was now begging for forgiveness.
"Thank you..." She said softly picking up her bag and wiping at her eyes. Goddamnit she didn't want to start crying but here she was. Fucking hell she just wanted to get home so fucking bad. "I'll see you later then I guess." She said making a B line for the door wishing that she could crawl under the bar and cry for hours.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 25, 2015 21:28:31 GMT -5
What sounded good tonight? Heath let himself into the back of the bar and began rummaging through bottles of nearly every kind of liquor. Rum? Gin? Tequila? Whiskey? With a sigh, he pulled down a full bottle of whiskey, pulled the top open, then poured himself a small glass of it. Bringing the cup to his lips, he watched as Joey practically strangled the sax kid as he carried him outside, and smirked. Since hiring him five years before, Heath felt particularly connected to his bodyguard in a way that was like no one else. He trusted him completely and fully, and he hoped, at least, Joey felt the same.
"You know," Heath called, leaning against the countertop as watched the emotional girl begin to leave. "You can take my security for the evening if you need to," he offered, taking another sip from the crystal glass. "It's not a big deal. I'm sure he'd be willing to escort you to a hospital, since that is where you need to go."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 22:40:49 GMT -5
Heath voice stop her before she could pull open the door and she turned back to face him. He was leaning on the bar pouring himself a drink and honestly she could do with a drink right now herself. She dried her tears and shook her head. "No I don't need to go to the hospital I am fine. Just pour me a drink..." She said taking the seat next to him and running her hand over her arms and the through her now tangled hair. Oh god she felt so fucking dirty right now and just... God she wanted to die. Or well, just get blackout drunk and forget the world. Yes okay she got it, she was a whore but that doesn't mean she... she just... Maybe she needed to stop living this life. It was just becoming too much.
She took out a cigarette and light it with a snap of her fingers before taking a long drag and sighing as she breathed out the smoke. "This happens more than you think. Just most of the time I don't have some white knight show up and have his bodyguard pull the creep off me." She said with a slight smirk that quickly faded as she shook her head and took another drag.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 25, 2015 23:09:54 GMT -5
The last thing that the girl needed was a drink, seeing as how she had just been assaulted, but Heath really didn't have it in him to object, so he simply smirked a bit, then pulled a glass from the counter and poured her a glass of whiskey as well. After handing it to her, he clinked their glasses together, then took another swig of the drink.
Her comments caught him off guard, and he hesitated, setting the glass down on the counter top and sighed heavily. If sexual assault was nearly occurrance here, then something had to be done. No one was going to come to a lounge where the chances of being fucking raped were greater than the chances of winning a hand at poker. With a shake of his head, Heath looked towards her, his expression gentle.
"You know, my uncle owns this place...practically trusts me to run it," he chuckled a bit before continuing. "If you'd like, I can talk to him about getting you some sort of security put in place for your safety. Only, of course, if you'd like to do something like that."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 25, 2015 23:35:22 GMT -5
He pour her a glass of whiskey and even tossed with her as she took a long sip followed by another drag. You know fuck it and fuck that guy, okay yeah she was a whore but that didn't mean she had to take it. Did it? Fuck she didn't even know at this point because it seemed like her whole life was just fucking taking it. Every goddamn moment was just her lying down and letting the world fuck her over and she was so sick of it and she just wanted it all to end. Another long sip of her drink and she had finished it off as she pushed the glass back towards him and said. "Pour me another?"
She really probably shouldn't have been drinking but she didn't know what else to fucking do. She felt dirty and broken and if there was one thing she knew for sure was that if she drank enough she could pass out and forget about these things and then do what she loved best.
"Yeah I know" He was sort of stating the obvious there everyone knew that Heath basically ran this place when Cormac wasn't around. And he offered to get her a bodyguard and the smoke that was hanging between her lip fell onto the bar as she quickly picked it up. As much as she wanted to say yes she closed her eyes and shook her head. "I can't ask that of you... it's not fair to the other girls and normally I can handle myself but he just caught me by surprise and I didn't have my wand and..." She sighed and shook her head biting hard on her lip. "No need wasting bodyguards on a mess of a woman like me."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 26, 2015 14:42:56 GMT -5
Heath frowned as the girl next to him spoke, but continued to. Do nothing except sip from the glass that was in his hand. Although he didn't want to put too much thought into it, he did, and the way she believed herself to be bothered him. Sure, perhaps her job wasn't the most respectable...actually, it was downright despicable, but that didn't give anyone the right to treat her or any other woman lower that dirt. He knew he could be a downright asshole at times, but Heath hoped he would never lower himself to the level of a rapist. That would be the day he would be truly ashamed of himself, and he was sure his family would punish him for it.
"Don't be ridiculous," he scowled, glancing at her. "You're not a mess...well, no more than any of the other women who work here." Heath paused, a smirk playing at his lips as he thought about the other female employees his uncle had hired over the years. Some of them, in his opinion, were the definition of a "hot mess". There had been times in the past where he would literally have to shove them off of him, no matter how much they persisted.
"It's not a hassle. You deserve someone to watch your back as well as anyone," he told her; his tone real and genuine. "Any human deserves the right to fight for themselves. Wouldn't you agree?"
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 26, 2015 16:44:30 GMT -5
"Don't be ridiculous, you're not a mess...well, no more than any of the other women who work here."
"Oh wow thanks Heath that makes me feel so much better." She said rolling her eyes, voice sharp and sarcastic. She finished her cigarette and pulled out another one, the same snap of her finger to light it as she sighed. Maybe she was being to harsh, like he was trying to make her feel better and she should at least be like respectful of that fact. So she sighed and looked down before saying, "Thanks for trying to make me feel better."
He insisted that it wasn't a hassle and she shrugged. "Alright well if it not to much trouble." He had a point, everyone deserves the right to fight and well. And she knew alot about fighting. Seems like ever since she was bore they have been fighting. Since they left Russia and made their way to New York. School and leaving home... fighting her way to the top.
"Yeah I agree." She said softly running her hand through her hair and looking over at him. "Still there are some girl who picked a life which means that sometimes they just have to lie down and take it... because after all they are just a whore."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 26, 2015 17:42:14 GMT -5
"And why did you settle for being a whore?" Heath retorted smoothly, looking at her with a curious, yet stoic expression before setting his glass on the counter and leaping up to sit on it. "Clearly you're talented in more than onenough sense of the word. Why waste such gifts by earning income doing nothing else by spreading your legs?"
He stopped then, realizing how insensitive he had to have sounded. It had been so long since he had had a civil conversation with a woman that didn't involve plans of meeting up at his apartment to fuck. Heath reached a hand up to rub the side of his face and chuckled nervously. "Pardon me," he said, looking away from her and towards the opposite end of the bar. "I really don't know how to talk to women. Truly, I don't. Most of the time it's just-" he rolled his shoulders back, "them telling me how much they want fuck me."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 27, 2015 23:34:37 GMT -5
She smirked and took another drag, her hand running over her cheek as it started to bruise. Eh she could heal it later, it didn't feel to bad yet. "Because when you are fourteen, a dropout, runaway from home, and you know you have a good body, you do what you can. New york is a very hard tongue city to make it in, and I never intended to be a singer. During the summers I was home I would help my mom with laundry at this manor out on West Egg. And the Master of the house took a liking to me, the one day he heard me singer and would have me sing at party. The owner of the first club I ever sang at was there and he said he would give me a job singing if I also slept with him and the rest they say is history." At the end of he day she still the same poor russian girl just trying to survive.
"It's fine Heath, you don't have to worry about being like rude with me. Like I said I'm a bit of a mess." She said with a soft smile as he chuckle. "You do a good enough job talking to me. Even if you never call me by my name." Not that she really cared all that much she just thought it was kind of funny. And of course his next statement made her laugh really hard. "Well you know you aren't that bad in the look department and you are pretty gifted." She said with a wink before laughing some more.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 28, 2015 0:05:59 GMT -5
Damn...was it really this girl's mission to make him think harder than he wanted to? Again, Heath scowled in though as she spoke, keeping his gaze at the tiles of the bar floor in the process. He had really judged her and why she had chosen the profession that she did. Normally, the women that he knew who "pursued" a career in prostitution had no other talent that they could offer to the world, so what was the next best option? Why, to offer themselves, of course. To lower their expectations, morals, and values for a life of nothing but sex and being treated like a piece of meat when you weren't having sex. He had never really liked to acknowledge when he was wrong...but here, in this situation, he was. What could he do for her, though? He couldn't just...allow her to stop offering her services. As much as he wished it was, Heath knew that it wasn't his call to make. Maybe though, he thought, he could help her out in some other kind of way.
Breaking from his thoughts, Heath returned his gaze to the girl before him, then smiled in a lackluster manner. "Thanks for the compliment, and I myself apologize for not calling you by who you really are...Miss Ana, he said, his half-hearted smile becoming more genuine as the whites of his teeth exposed themselves from behind his lips.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 28, 2015 20:32:50 GMT -5
She smiled and shook her head "Don't mention it Heath, I'm the sort of person that's really brutally honest you know." You have to be if you are going to live the life she leads. You have to be honest with those around you and yourself. Ana knows she a whore, knows she is better than spreading her legs for cash but it's all she knew to do to make enough to get by. She also learned you can't get through life keeping idea's to yourself but your body fresh mean for any man to come and claim you like so many women did. She knows how to survive in this world and part of that comes from being honest with everyone, especially yourself. It made her wonder how honest everyone else is to themselves. Do they tell themselves pretty little lies to get through the day? Does Heath do that? He seems like the sort of man that his honest but she didn't know. This might just all be a front he put up... this might just be his lie.
He smiled at her and she smiled back and brushed back her hair. "Don't you look cute." She said taking another drag and aa sip of her drink. "You need so smile more Heath it suits you well."
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jul 2, 2015 21:31:36 GMT -5
His eyebrows threaded together, not in confusion or anger, but in thought. Heath realized just how perfectly honest the woman was before him, and noted how important honesty was in a trusted partner and friend, especially in his profession and even in his daily life. All his life has been built on honesty; where he came from, who his family was...all were facts, true, and well-known among everyone. When it came to work, Heath priced himself on his ability to sniff-out the liars and the fakes. They were usually able to recognize...mainly because of the false, pungent smell he claimed they gave off. Joey had been nearly the only person he had ever given his full trust to. His trust was well-earned, and he had given to his bodyguard years ago after he had proven himself. It was a dark, twisted world that they lived in; one that was filled with people ultimately only looking out for themselves, and he supposed he was probably one of those people.
The same smirk continued to widen at his lips, and then, after a moment of silence, Heath laughed and shook his head, reaching for his glass on the counter. "You know," he started, bringing the ring of the glass to his lips, "you're off the clock. You don't need to compliment me anymore."
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
Singer/Flapper
Totally fucked, will they mess you up? Well you know they're gonna try...
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jul 2, 2015 23:36:48 GMT -5
"I know I want to complement you." She said with a smile looking over at Heath. Not like a flirty smile either, a real natural smile because this was nice. Exactly what she needed after something like this, just a good conversation with someone she was growing to like. Because Heath might have been a ass, but he has a good heart at the end of the day. Not many would take the time really to get to know Heath like this but she feel like she was and whatever they had was now going pass the one time sexaul encougter she had with him.
"After all, you did a good thing for me tonight so.. if I can pay you back with complements then that is the least I can do." He said with a smile as he looked down and smiled. Another drag as she finished that cigarette and then took another out and smiled. "And you know I worked her for months and I don't think I have had one normal conversation with you, so this is a good change of pace."
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