Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapters Two and Three

A much older Senga cradled her Jack and coke in her hands, as she sat in a smoky bar in Chicago. She smiled, remembering her younger years. Now she was 22, and much wiser. Though she hadn’t grown into her hair. It was still as wild and curly as it had been when she was a child.
“Hey, Kitt. Back to Earth!” Her friend Paul snapped his fingers in front of her nose, bringing her out of her thoughts. “You’re on in a few minutes, you know.”
She sighed and downed the rest of her drink. “Yeah, man, I know.” She coughed on the alcohol as it burned its way down her throat. “I’m not nervous, or anything.”
“I never said you were nervous. Just keep it together. We don’t need 100 men following you home tonight.” He said, snorting into his pint glass.
Senga just stared at him with that black look that she was famous for. That look could strip paint off walls, make men’s balls shrivel and fall off. And Paul knew that, as he looked down at his glass. “Wow, I never knew beer could be so interesting…” he said; he knew he’d hit a nerve.
“And now, let’s give it up for a newcomer to our humble bar, Senga Kitt!” The emcee made an overly dramatic flourish on stage, waiting for Senga to get up there.
“We’ll finish this later.” She made a pointed glance at Paul, and picked up her guitar and headed up to the stage.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter One

"Mama, sing me a song." Senga curled up underneath her blankets, ready for bed. Her mother smiled, and tucked the Little Mermaid sheets in around the small 5 year old girl. "How about a story instead, little one?" she asked, switching to her native language, the language of the Sirens. She motioned for Senga to respond, in the same tongue. Senga nodded, "Yes, mother!" Her mother smiled, and sat beside her daughter on her bed, giving her her favorite ragdoll, and beginning the story.