[CLOSED] still holding on.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper blushed, lowering her gaze again. She heard someone call and got to her feet. "I didn't go to college just to bake cakes." She said, taking the drinks from him. She carried them to the table, then walked back, sitting at her spot at the bar. She pulled her wallet out of her apron she had around her waist, pulling out the little card. She handed it to him, tapping her fingers on the counter.

"I still can't drink, but I can tend bars." She said with a shrug.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez chuckled. "Good to know. cos I'm alone tonight." He rubbed at his face. 'So tired..' He thought, dropping his hands. "You bake cakes, huh?" But he had known where she worked, recognized her from buying the funeral cake. Sean had told him to celebrate Xan's life instead of mope. Trez had bought it, and then sat by himself while the few who showed up talked and said their goodbyes. He hadn't touched cake since.

[harper reese lebeau]

"I /can/ bake cakes." She corrected herself. "I mostly decorate them. But when it comes to like, wedding cakes and baby showers and stuff like that, I bake the cakes. But if it's just like a basic birthday cake, I get one of the school kids who volunteer to do it." She tapped her pen on the counter again, keeping her eyes glued to the counter. She didn't like looking at people, hated knowing people only talked to her because of what she was.

She put an elbow on the counter, pushing her hair out of her face.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez nodded. "Yeah I know.." He murmured softly. "You did the cake for my brothers funeral two and a half months ago."

He pushed away from the bar counter as someone flagged them sound, and turned to mix a margarita for them before returning to her again.

[harper reese lebeau]

"I was wondering why you looked familiar." She said with a smile, still looking down at the counter. She heard him come back and glanced up for a second before looking back down.

"Me and one of the school girls were arguing over you. She said you weren't cute, and I said you were and I ended up like, throwing the first cake at her face and we had a big cake fight over it. I might still have cake in my ears.." She shook her head, still smiling. "So I had to remake your cake. But it was alright. The first one tasted bad anyways cause she made it."

[trez matthew steele]

Trez chuckled. "Well everybody said the one you made tasted good. I dunno, felt too sick to try it.." He frowned some, tapping a finger on the counter. "Haven't had cake since then, actually."

Shrugging, he gazed at her, sighed and reached to lift her chin with firm fingers. "Don't let it get to your head, I've known Sean long enough to ignore that he's an encantado." He smiled at her reasurringly. "Think he's the one who told me that not everyone was human, actually."

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper raised her eyes to his for a moment, then dropped them again. She didn't want to get attached to anyone. She knew it would only cause trouble. She even distanced herself from her parents. She tried to avoid people at all costs.

"It's hard to not let it get to your head." She said, gently taking his hand into hers and moving it from under her chin. She held it for a moment, realizing how much she liked having someone else's hand in hers. She let it go, folding her hands together over the counter. She looked at the wall, chewing on her lip. "I just.. I stopped wanting to have anything to do with people when I realized it was because of what I was that they talked to me.."

[trez matthew steele]

Trez smiled gently, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand before she let it go. "It's hard not to let a lot of things get to your head," He huffed, yawning.

"Maybe they weren't the people for you. Your kind isn't meant to use that for love or relationship. The only people that matter are the people who see past it, hm?" He glanced at a guy finishing his beer and pushed away, bringing a few people their next rounds before returning again.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Then I guess no one really matters.." She whispered, lowering her head again once he walked away again. She could feel someone's eyes on her and it made her sick. She didn't want to be looked at.

She glanced up at him, propping her elbow up on the table. She put her chin in her hand, watching him for a second. "You want me to take over? You can go lie down.." She offered. She didn't mind. She had a license if anyone asked for it. She didn't want to be paid either. She just didn't want him to go into another seizure.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez sighed. "Some people do matter. You just gotta find them." He patted her hand, passing someone else a drink.

Glancing over at her at her question, he shrugged. "I need the money, and it's not like I haven't worked long nights after a seizure before. I'll hold out at least a little longer, but if you wanna help, I'd be grateful." He slid her two beers. "Table over there. Then you can get back here and help if you want."