Blood Lust

Chapter Six: Princeton Avenue

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                        Joy flinched when another glass shattered, snapping from her daze.

        Her eyes immediately glared daggers at the rowdy crowd towards the back of the club. They were screaming and laughing and it was getting under her skin as she grabbed champagne glasses to serve to clients.

        "La Madre quien te pario. Cállate la boca." She grumbled under her breath, holding the platter against her shoulder as she moved in their direction. When she arrived at their table the three men were laughing rather loudly, and talking sloppily, insinuating they were drunk.

        Joy slammed the platter down and the glittering liquid sloshed from the glasses.

        "Enjoy." She smiled tightly, readying to leave them to their rambunctious behavior until one had the nerve to grab her wrist.

        Instantly she snatched away, glaring down the borracho who's tie was loose around his neck, a lazy grin curling his mouth while his eyes were barely open.

        "Hey baby, why ya being like that?" He slurred, Joy's lip curling in disgust. He was probably some rich frat boy, freshly turned twenty-one and out to enjoy his first night as an adult by being an asshole.

        "I have work to do." She attempted to evade. She already felt anger bubbling up inside her like molten lava.

        "Ah common, I'll tip you nice, come sit with me for a bit." Joy faced him, hands on her hips.

        "I would prefer I didn't. Thank you for the offer though." The stern tone appeared to have gotten through, his hazy smile becoming a frown. Joy began to trot away in her heels when a loud smack made her flinch, the impact of the hit stung her backside and left a pink hand print. It shown through her fishnet stockings, just along her backside and that was when Joy completely flew off the hinges.

        She moved towards him, eyes filled with fury as she reached for the tray of sparkling drinks and grabbed one, throwing it in his face.

        The young man shot up from the chair, his expression shocked as gold droplets rained down his face.  They held the same menacing glare.

        "You better watch yourself."

        "Bite me!" She snarled in reply, readying to take a swing at him, but only to be stopped by another voice.

        "What the fuck is going on out here?" Isaiah's gruff tone sneered behind her, grabbing Joy, and guiding her away from her target.

        "That little fuck thinks we're running some kind of whore house where you can just grope workers." Isaiah had the group escorted out, and that was when he turned on her, grabbing her shoulders firmly and pulling her aside.

        "Are you out of your mind? What did I fucking say about doing shit like that?" His eyes were just as ire filled as hers, glowing that intensely deep orange. She jut her chin up, curling her mouth into a scowl.

        He knew somehow, she was going to be blamed for what was done to her.

        If you chase off a customer, you're chasing off money for Isaiah's habits, and that just wouldn't sit right with him.

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                        Tobias had seen everything, from the fight with some customer to Isaiah roughly drawing her aside. He was watching the scene unfold, drink in hand, just waiting. He couldn't make out clearly what was being said over the music, but he saw them rather close, Joy raising her hands and failing them, while he did the same. She had gone to walk away, but he ripped her back so viciously it made Tobias cringe, nails digging into the leather of the chair. Master Cross was here, so confronting them wouldn't be a solid option unless he wanted to deal with Jon later on.