the cute one

|| Get to know LAURETTE BIJOU who’s TWENTY-FIVE years old and works as a BARISTA AT GASTON’S TAVERN in town. She is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for LUCY BOYNTON while others say she reminds them of LAURETTE from BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. ||

Barkis allowed himself a little pout, something soft and seemingly sincere, because she deserved something, some quiet compensation for being as delightfully quick and offering something pretty to enjoy with his drink. “That smile, Lord,” he grinned easily. “They certainly should, but a pretty face like yours I’m sure they don’t want anyone getting jealous.” HIS voice lowered for a moment, something light and dangerous all at once. “At least a tip is between you and me.” He watched her, thin wrist and bright locks as she mixed a cocktail he knew he’d enjoy simply for this ritual. “What’s your name, love?”

Barkis was hardly sure why he still tried this nonsense, going out to a new spot, however dingy it seemed by. At first it had been in the name of immersion, an easy way to figure out what exactly made the island tick. This time the curiosity was something more pure, and quite frankly, absurd by his own standards. The scenery, however, did make for a more optimistic start for the journey when the bright young blonde approached, and he considered her for a long moment with a careful smirk. “I suppose I’ll start with a Manhattan. Do they pay you extra for managing to stay so chipper this far into the night?”

Laurette wasted no time in preparing the man his drink. She looked eager but she didn’t care how stupid that looked for once. “You know they don’t,” she said, replying to his question. “But handsome men like yourself easily make up for the pay. It’s not like I really need the money anyways. Just a cure for my boredom.”

Laurette found a lot of people boring. Most of them were predictable, bland, and a huge waste of her time. Most of them ended up at Gaston’s Tavern and most of them got drunk, made a move or said something rude, and tipped poorly. Every night felt the same and she was so tired of it. And then he came in. He was dressed nicer than he should have been and the way he carried himself was a conference she rarely saw in those who deserved to walk that way. She was enchanted, for sure. Standing up straighter she was almost a little speechless but she was able to get out a “What can I get you?” with a bat of her eyes.

@claudettebijou

Laurette rolled her eyes, not even letting her sisters words bother her. Cluadette, and Paulette, were petty beings and Laurette was not stooping to their level unless a certain someone was involved. “Yep. It’s just me. The busy Bijou sister. I’m trying to finish getting ready so I can leave.”

“Paulette. Because Claudette is not my mother and she should stop trying to act like it. Like mom loves me more than she does.”

“Stalking your job?” He feigned offense. “I would never. Can’t a man get a drink without being questioned?” he asked as he sat directly in front of her at the bar. “Maybe I lost it. Maybe I got a new phone. You don’t know.” He looked over the beer taps but nothing was piquing his taste buds. “Give me a glass of red,” he demanded.

“There are other places to drink,” she stated, getting him what he asked for all while scoffing. In such a tavern like this he would want wine. “I don’t really care. I was just saying there are other ways to reach me, Luci.”

“Is there any reason you’re stalking my job?” Laurette asked the older man, bored as usual. She had to admit; seeing him in general made her feel..something. But that didn’t mean she was just going to let him get away with it without a little teasing first. “If you wanted to bug me, you still have my number.”

task 01: you are the music in me

SIDE A: a playlist of songs you feel your muse would listen to

lolita - lana del rey // cinnamon girl - lana del rey // deliver - fifth harmony // cola -lana del rey // break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored - ariana grande  // music to watch boys to - lana del rey // pillowtalk - zayn // bad things - machine gun kelly ft. camila cabello // diet mountain dew - lana del rey

SIDE B: a playlist of songs that describe or fit your muse (songs that fit their overall character, their relationships with certain other muses, their past, or whatever part of their life you’d like)

Lucifer heard a familiar voice and turned around. A blank stare was replaced with a sinister smirk. “It has been sometime, hasn’t it? I’m afraid the holidays had caught up with me. I have missed my usual terribly. And I don’t mean you, dear.”

“They haven’t caught up with you that bad,” she said, looking him up and down. “Some could argue that you look devilishly handsome tonight.” That smirk of his sent a shiver down Laurette’s spine. She had a weak spot for it. “I don’t think there is anything casual about us. It was always very calculated.” She poured him a beer and passed him to it. “Drink up.”

“Aww if it isn’t my favorite Luci,” Laurette drawled out once she realized she was face to face with her ex. Lucifer Kimball was a beautiful man, though not as beautiful as Gaston. And with the way he seemed to always pop up at the tavern one way or another was cute. She loved pushing his buttons because that was just what she did. And she wasn’t sorry about it either. “Are you here for your usual? It’s been a bit since I’ve seen you here last....”