April walked quietly through the Slums, trying to figure out what she should say to him. Gripped tightly in her hand was a small necklace that she had bought a few weeks ago. She planned on giving it to him on their first anniversery, which was today. Finally, she recognized the old building that she normally found him in, and pushed open the door, flinching at the screaching sound the rusted hinges made.
Normally, she would find him on the old loveseat, waiting for her arrival. Of course, when he wasn't there, she began to wonder. Pushing such thoughts out of her mind, she headed to the guest bedroom, but he wasn't there either. That left the master bedroom, as they both called it, although it wasn't much bigger than the guest. Heading that way, she could've sworn that she heard giggling, and quickened her pace.
At first, she couldn't see anything, but once her eyes adjusted, she gasped. Zeru was on the king size bed, ginning as if he weren't quite sober. Beside him lay a young woman, almost naked as well. It was obvious what was happening, but it was as if her voice was trapped, and all she could do was watch. They leaned in for a kiss, but that was all she could take. "Zeru!" she shouted, almost in tears. The young human form Lucain looked up, a look of shock and guilt flashing across his face, but just as quickly replaced with that familiar calm expression he almost always seemed to have. "Oh. Heya April. I didn't know you were coming by...." He seemed to grope for the words, and that was all she needed to hear. She threw the box at him, hitting his temple. He winced in visible pain, and watched as she stormed out, trying to hide the tears that had begun to stream down her face.
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That was about a week ago. Since then, she had wandered around the Slums, trying out different bars and their specialties. Trying to drink away her sorrows, the pain, the horror. They had seemed to perfect. But no, he wasn't near perfection. Of course, no one was, but he was further from it then most. She mulled it over in her head, trying to figure out how she went wrong. How she could be so naive as to five her heart to a man that was known around the Slums as one of the big bosses. Even when she had learned of this, she stayed with him. She should have known it was coming. But no, his charm, his ways kept her, and then he broke her.
She strode into yet another bar, unsure of what she should do. With Zeru, there had been an infinite amount of money; she hadn't needed a job, for he had supported her. But now, she was on her own. No one to support her, to shower her in useless objects. Pushing open the bar doors, she morphed, somewhat self-conscious of what she was wearing, and what she was about to do. This would affect everything. But she didn't want to have to live off of someone else, especially someone like Zeru. And to avoid that, this was the only way.
There were small, barely noticeable bags under her eyes, for she hadn't slept in the past days. The event she had witnessed was just to much; the alcohol got rid of such pain, but at a cost. She still wept whenever she thought of that flee-ridden beast, and still wondered how she could've been so stupid. But it didn't matter. He had tricked her, and she had payed for it.
Pushing her way through the drunken crowd, April decided to have a drink or two before asking the big question. Sitting herself up on one of the bar stools, she rested her chin in her hands, and waited for the tender to come around to her. "A mug of your strongest if ya'd please." she said blatantly, as if it was perfectly normal for a young girl to come in and order such. As he walked off, she waited, trying to figure out who exactly owned the place.
You see, her plan was to see if the bar owner would employ her as, well, as a entertainer, per say. That was why she kept looking down at her attire, unsure of whether this was the right decision. But at the end of the day, if this was what would get her payed, she have to work with it for now.