Disclaimer: I put it in Chapter 1
Author's note: Sorry it took so long to update.
Desty was walking down an abandoned alley. She kicked an aluminum can out of her way. "Of all the… I'm not a slayer." She muttered. She rubbed her arms. She should have grabbed her jacket. A sound caught her ear, music..? She began to look for the source. She spotted a sign reading Carritas II: Safe Haven for All. This was new. She walked inside and down a flight of stairs. It was a karaoke bar.
A green demon with red horns was introducing another demon. Desty sat down and ordered a baybreeze. Since the legal system was still a major work in progress, there was no age limit on purchasing alcohol. When the baybreeze was brought out, she began sipping it and savoring every drop. She wanted to get drunk, and baybreezes were her favorite way to do it. She started on a second drink; she vaguely noticed the green demon sit down next to her. She looked up when he spoke. "Honey, you've got doom and gloom written all over you."
Desty shrugged. She didn't bother to look up from her drink. "Is it really that obvious?"
The demon smiled. "How are you paying for those baybreezes?"
"I've got cash."
"Do me a favor. Get up there and sing for me." Desty gave him a look like he was growing a third horn. "I read people, and their aura's open up when they sing." He said by way of explanation.
Desty finished her baybreeze; it was affecting her like it normally did. She stood. "Alright, I'll sing for you." The demon smiled, stood and introduced her. Desty sang a simple song about jilted love. Her voice was soft and sweet. As she sang, each note seemed to float. When she was finished, she sat back down and ordered another baybreeze.
The demon was silent for a moment. "Would you like a job?"
She was stunned. "You're offering me a job?"
Lorne nodded. "You've got talent. I'd like you to sing here."
Desty blinked. "Problem…no mailing address."
"No problem, gorgeous, I have a spare room you can have."
Desty paused before asking her next question. "I have a dog…"
"What size?"
"Tiny… he couldn't scare a cat, or even a mouse for that matter."
Lorne grinned at her explanation. "Bring him along. You can move in tomorrow."
Desty smiled. "Thanks."
Lorne nodded. "See you tomorrow, sunshine."
Desty stood and paid for her drinks. "Good night." She said as she left.
Lorne watched her go. Did I read her correctly? Angel and Spike can't possibly be back in L.A., can they? She's definitely got power, major power. She's also afraid to use it. But that voice, man can she sing! Lorne thought to himself. He would enjoy having her around.