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Post by themis aveline meeks on Apr 23, 2020 14:45:34 GMT -5
  Themis was used to admirers at Casablanca. However, all of the girls there kept their distance from them. It was okay to receive compliments or the occasional round of drinks, but no one wanted there to be someone waiting at the back door for them when it came time to go home. She knew Iliza wouldn’t stand for that, but it was better to avoid it all anyway. Never, in a million years, would she consider dating someone who was just a customer. She had been wary of Ryker at first, unsure of why he was backstage and what his motives were for it, but then Iliza had spoken with her. She explained that he was a decent guy, and that she had personally allowed him back there to talk to Themis, since the near-mute wasn’t really able to communicate with the music of the club. Dancing didn’t need words though, so she was usually okay out on the main stage or with the other girls. She was happy enough to listen, but people were often oblivious to the fact that her whisper voice was her best voice. If she had a nickel for every time someone had told her to speak up, Themis would be able to open her own dance academy.
She kept up a conversation with Ryker through text messages for a little while. Even with Iliza’s reassurance, Themis wasn’t the type to just go out on dates, or let someone in. She had been seriously hurt when she was younger, and after something like that it was difficult for her to let go and think people weren’t going to trick her, harm her. After a few weeks, Ryker had asked her out. They had spoken about interests and hobbies early into tomorrow one night, and now he had found a pottery class for the upcoming Thursday night. She had been amazed that he had remembered her mentioning art classes, and that it had been a while since she went to one. Themis wasn’t a master of the brush, but she enjoyed how relaxing they were. As a dancer, she was creative, but sometimes she didn’t get everything she wanted to say into a dance. Having other creative outlets were sometimes just as rewarding as a night on the stage or an afternoon in the studio. She’d replied with a very excited yes, before realising this was probably going to be a date. She felt foolish asking, so she kept the wondering to herself, still unsure if it was a good or bad decision. Pottery was something she had only done once as a kid, so she was just excited for the chance to see if it was like she remembered.
She wasn’t comfortable telling Ryker her address – at least not until she had spent some more time with him – so told a little white lie about rehearsals at Casablanca and that he could pick her up there. Themis did go and run through a new routine she was polishing up, but she could have done that at any time. She just felt bad about lying and this made her feel a tiny bit better for it. She was just coming outside to wait for him when she noticed him crossing the street towards her. She smiled, gave a tiny wave, and did her best to speak at a level that was audible but wouldn’t scratch at her throat the whole evening. She had come to realise that it took time for people to understand her softest voice, the one that she was most comfortable using for long periods of time. “Hey. Are you looking forward to this?” She asked, curling her fists in the long sleeves of her sweater.
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TAGGED! Ryker Nathaniel Torres
WORDS! 625!
LYRICS! Dead Girl Walking - - - Heathers: The Musical
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