The Interview (for DD and others who want to join - PM me please)

[DarkDelights]

She adjusted the angle of her head ever so slightly to the left, trying to garner some sort of leverage, but only managed to tip over the giant onyx mop of a bun in which she wore her hair. Her opponent had some sort of unfair advantage. It was no ordinary animal, or she would have won already. She was sure of it.

Brilliant eyes of emerald green – if a little bloodshot – locked with the soulful, wise eyes of the fox in a contest of wills, neither blinking or all would be lost.

The fox mirrored her effort, tipping its head to the right, also ever so slightly.

“Oh-ho! So that's how it is then?” the Witch challenged. It was on.

One foot, clad in a lightweight black sneaker whose laces were untied, rose from the marble floor onto the antique wooden bench in the waiting area. She pressed herself into her raised knee and wrapped her arms around her shin, and rested her chin. Her appearance was sloven, with a pair of elastic-cuffed, baggy black track pants rolled up to the knee, and a similarly coloured tank-top which struggled to contain her figure without the aid of a bra. It was almost unheard of that her glamour manifested without make-up, let alone without a fully coordinated outfit detailed and planned out to maximize her voluptuous appearance, yet there she was, looking as if she had just woken up from a week long bender.

She had a rule.

Anyone worth working for will see through the veneer of appearances to the value beneath. Or something like that. She wasn't totally sure, as she had just made up the rule a half hour prior when she spied the recruitment poster in the window of the upscale building and whimsy led her to apply for a position in the Gilded Lady. Or, the Golden Lily. Something to that effect. She had been seated in the vast entry hall along with a few other ladies, all of whom seemed much more sure of their purpose there, as none of them were currently having a staring contest with a stray fox.

“You're not going to win. I've been popping some sort of amphetamines since yesterday at noon and I've transcended the need to blink.” To accentuate the point, a small vial of white pills rattled as her dexterous fingers with chipped, black fingernails popped the cork and dabbed a pair of the tablets into her palm. The Witch fired the pills into her mouth. She crunched noisily with her mouth open, then smiled gruesomely, white paste coating her teeth and tongue.

The fox laughed in a high-pitched titter.

“Aha! You blinked! Loser!” the Witched jabbed her index finger aggressively through the air at the woodland beast. “I win! Suck-it you little asshole!”

The fox tittered again, and the Woman in Black was pretty confident it had understood every word she said. At least it thought she was funny. She planted her foot back on the floor and sharply jerked her head, which sent her poofy bun bounding back into place, and snapped her sunglasses off her forehead and onto the bridge of her nose.

It was then she noticed that the other pledges were regarding her with slacked jaws.

“Hooolllly fuck, how long is this going to take? Hey, is this a whorehouse? What kind of place holds their interviews at night? Do any of you know what this job actually is? No? Whatever, I'll wing it.”