#kira.open

“Are you fucking serious?” She raised her eyebrows, “That’s the oldest line in the book, and I fucking wrote the book. Yes, I’m and Angel. Yes, it hurt when I fell. No, that line doesn’t work on me in fact it pisses me the fuck off.” She decked him and walked to the other side of the bar taking a martini glass in her hand. 

“Do you honestly think that’s going to fly with me?” She practically cackled looking at her assistant. “You’re fired. Get out.” The poor thing, she couldn’t remember their name, was crying as they ran out of her gallery. “How hard is it to get decent employees?” She asked huffing before walking across the gallery floor her heels clicking on the wood floor. Her head tipped softly to the side. “I don’t remember having an appointment this afternoon. So who the hell are you?”

      “Do you really expect me to....help?” She raised her eyebrows and then started laughing, “I’m a fucking demon, I don’t just help people.” Her martini was nearly empty and Satan knew she need more if she was going to deal with the person in front of her. “Alright, tell me what the hell you’re wanting.”