Aaaaah

I wrote this piece a loooong time ago and I meant to expand on it since I've been away so long, but I've been so tired and my parents are sick and there's just been a lot going on, so here is this, and hopefully I post again soon.

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Lila ended up following Armend to his place and three quickly escalated into five, which she was informed was only three short of their normal staff.  Armend, Seti, and Alim turned out to be the rowdiest of the group, with Armend singing something in a foreign language and horribly off key, but truly not caring.  It was enough to make her laugh, which made him grin and her laugh some more, especially after a few drinks.  Seti and Alim imitated him in a better key and in a different language.  The first of the other two arrived kept giving them a hard time with a gruff and almost angered look, while the fifth man just sat and laughed, especially when Lila ended up spilling one of her drinks.

She eventually moved over to him, holding out her hand. “I’m Lila, the new girl,” she greeted.  A smile lifted up her lips and he eyed her, silent.  Her smile wavered and she pulled her hand back a little at a time.

“Kwahu,” he answered.  She smiled again and lowered her hand down fully.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His brows rose for a second and he looked back to the self-made entertainment of the night.  Taking a quick sip of her drink, she backed away and shifted her attentions to the fourth man.  She sank into one of the large armchairs next to him and watched him a moment, almost laughing at how his eyes tried to wander toward her but he wouldn’t let them.

She held out her hand again. “I’m Lila,” she greeted.  He finally looked to her and eyed her, shifting his drink from one hand to the other before shaking hers.  Another ice cold hand, but at least this time she could say it was definitely from something else.

“Obed,” he answered. “So you’re the girl from Phoenix.” She nodded some.

“Yep.” He took a sip of his drink, keeping his eyes on her, before hearing a note that made Armend’s voice crack.  His gaze shifted to the man. “You run the shop about as well as you sing,” he called out to the man.  Armend shot him a grin.

“I may not be able to sing, but I can definitely fire you,” he retorted.  Obed glared for a moment before laughing and raising his cup in the air.  Lila laughed a little again.