What even am I doing?

So this is what came out of my brain today. Hour and a half of writing without editing. So tired, not even gonna edit it now but I blew that word count out of the water tonight. 

This is considerably darker than most of my other stuff, just so you know. 

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Incense gave a slight tang to the air as waitresses swept by. Dodging patrons and each other, women placed cups of bright liquids at a table, before flitting to the next in line. Perfumed smoke drifted around the heads of the diners, coming from pots on the walls. Soft chatter rose in small waves from each table, overlapping and mixing until all that could be heard from the stage was a muted buzz. Mona pulled the center curtain back an inch more, peering into the dim dining space.

“It’s funny. All these humans paying a premium to come here, drink watered down Nectar, and hobnob with ‘supernatural beings’.” Mona dropped the curtain and adjusted her pallu, the long swathe of fabric hanging over a shoulder on her saree. “Don’t you think it’s funny, Benny?”

The stage manager glanced up from his lists. “Very funny. Are you ready to go? Your set is starting in a minute.”

“Yes, I’m ready.” She rolled her eyes and moved to her curtain mark. Squaring her shoulders, she flipped the curtain aside, gliding on stage.

Mona heard a gasp pass around the room as the patrons noticed her, one by one. She twisted around a bit, to bring the full length of her lower half into view. She could feel their stares on her, from the bottom of her saree, along all ten feet of her snake-like body, scales that gleamed in the dim light. The room fell silent as she hissed into the microphone softly. “Sssso nice to see everyone tonight. My name is Simone and I’ll be your dinner entertainment tonight.”

The band began to play an old Bollywood classic as she began to dance, her long body curling over itself in soft shapes. After a few minutes, Mona began to sing as her eyes scanned the crowd. The more seasoned diners soon went back to their meals and conversations, while the new comers stared in awe. Ever so often, Mona would wink at one of the humans staring at her and make them blush, man or woman. She also kept an eye on the wait staff, moving in and out of the tables. The lead waitress would point at this person or that, leaving a small red or pink flower on their table.

Mona’s green eyes narrowed as she spotted a man place his hand a waitress’ rear. The waitress, a small faerie named Webbie grabbed his hand and pushed it away. From the stage, Mona could see his face get red but she couldn’t hear what was happening. Webbie moved away from the table, clutching her tray tight, her wings shaking. Mona glanced at the side of the stage to see Benny angrily shaking his head. Swallowing her fury, Mona smiled bright and continued to sing.

At the end of her set, Mona slithered off the stage onto the dining floor, to make her rounds of the diners. She gave the tables with the red flowers a wide berth, while stopping and chatting at the tables with a pink blossom.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mona saw the man who accosted the waitress stand up and head to the back of the room. She tracked him until he passed from her line of sight. She took a less direct path, weaving between tables and patrons, taking a quick moment here and there to place her hand on a shoulder or murmur a word of thanks. When she reached the back, Mona found the delivery door ajar, propped open with a wet floor sign. Inching the door open, she peered out onto the loading dock.

The human had Webbie pinned face first against the wall, with one of her arms twisted up between her shouler blades. From the door, Mona could hear the small fae’s muffled sobs.

“Please, I’m so sorry.” Webbie whispered. “I didn’t mean it, please.”

“Oh, you meant it alright. You stupid little brat, how dare you try to call me out in front of my wife.” The human growled. His hand wrenched Webbie’s arm higher as he pushed her face further into the wall. “I should take this out of you hide, you-”

With a low hiss, Mona launched herself from the door. She hit the human with a full five yards of unchecked fury and slammed him into the concrete wall beside Webbie. As the fae stumbled away, Mona held the man, wrapping his legs and body tight in her coils. She gripped his face with her nails, turning him to face her.

“Whose hide are we going to be dealing in?” Her voice a soft threat, Mona dragged a long, sharp nail down the side of his face. After a moment of silence, she hissed louder, shoving his face into the cold concrete of the wall. “Well?”

The man started to blubber. “Puh-Please. Oh god, are you gonna kill me? Don’t do that, I can pay you. Please, I’m sorry!” She could feel his tears dropping onto her scales as she coiled tighter.

“That sounds very familiar. But you didn’t accept it when Webbie apologized, did you?” Her voice took on a crooning note. “Why don’t we try this conversation again?”

She turned him around, so he could see Webbie huddled by the delivery doors, holding her wrist to her chest. “Apologize to her.” Mona leaned in close, so her breath brushed his ear. “Make it convincing.”

“Please, I’m sorry, please make her let me go, I’ll never do it again. I’ll never drink again, I’ll be nice to ladies, I’ll even call my mom every week. Just please, don’t let her kill me, please.” He sobbed, staring at Webbie.

Mona watched the small fae nod, tears streaming down her face. “Webbie is so much nicer than me. I’m more inclined to deal out what you deserve.” She chuckled. “But that may just be the hunger talking.”

The man started to sob out an apology again before the naga cut him off. “But what say we make a deal. First, you leave Webbie a considerable tip, say $1000? Then you never come back here, ever again.” Her fangs brushed his throat a bit. “How’s that sound?”

He stammered something that resembled consent. Mona smiled. “If we see you here again, consider this verbal contract null and void. Now go back inside, settle your check and have a peaceful night.”

She uncoiled her body from him and shoved him to the door. With one eye on him stumbling inside, she glided up to Webbie and wrapped an arm around her. “Hey hun. Lets get you fixed up.”

With a sniffle, Webbie followed Mona through the employee’s door across the loading dock. “Um, Mona, would you have really… Really eaten him?”

Mona glanced back at her with a fang flashing smile. “Of course not. I abstain from meat on Thursdays.”

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I don't even know. I hope I didn't offend my Indian friend with this story. I love her to death.

I just started out with an idea of a nightclub singer in a club that caters to humans and non humans alike. Then it came out as this. I don't even.