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savetheearth2013-05-14 12:40 am
protectress) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-14 12:40 am
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open action // she works hard for the money
[ooc; This is obviously open to any characters over 21 who might go to unnamed bars where mostly-unassuming girls might work the 9pm-3am shift. Feel free to assume prior knowledge if your character might be a regular, or assume they've never been to the nameless bar in question. If your character has been there more than once, though, they will probably recognize Kay, though she may have kept to herself enough to not have actually formally met your character. If you have any questions/etc, please don't hesitate to PM me or IM me on AIM at i am your crisis. Thanks!]
[Forums or not, weird art shows or not, Kay continues her life as normal (even if she feels like nothing will be normal again). 11am to 7pm is the office job, and then 9pm to 3am is the bar job, and no amount of intense weirdness is going to throw that off. So now, at about midnight, she's got her apron tied around her waist and is hefting a tray of glasses and pitchers about the size of her head overhead as she navigates the crowd, four years of experience handling most of the muscle memory for her.
Her mind, however, is mostly on tabs and orders; there's a small part of her troubled at the strange events of the past week, but even so, her attitude is... well, 'pleasant' is maybe pushing it a little. But she's friendly enough, even if she's eyeing the old barflies with a mixture of contempt and nerves. She shrugs off groping hands with little-to-no reaction beyond annoyance, she seems to speak 'drunken slur' as a second language, and generally seems like an old hand at this-- probably because she is.
But normal night or not, she could use a (legally-required, non-paid thirty minute) break... if she can be distracted into taking one, that is. And there's a particularly belligerent middle-aged man who's starting to get a little worked up that she's refusing to overserve him. And really, why doesn't this place have a bouncer?
[ooc; Please feel free to make up your own interactions with her if you like, if the above don't strike your fancy. I'm flexible!]
[Forums or not, weird art shows or not, Kay continues her life as normal (even if she feels like nothing will be normal again). 11am to 7pm is the office job, and then 9pm to 3am is the bar job, and no amount of intense weirdness is going to throw that off. So now, at about midnight, she's got her apron tied around her waist and is hefting a tray of glasses and pitchers about the size of her head overhead as she navigates the crowd, four years of experience handling most of the muscle memory for her.
Her mind, however, is mostly on tabs and orders; there's a small part of her troubled at the strange events of the past week, but even so, her attitude is... well, 'pleasant' is maybe pushing it a little. But she's friendly enough, even if she's eyeing the old barflies with a mixture of contempt and nerves. She shrugs off groping hands with little-to-no reaction beyond annoyance, she seems to speak 'drunken slur' as a second language, and generally seems like an old hand at this-- probably because she is.
But normal night or not, she could use a (legally-required, non-paid thirty minute) break... if she can be distracted into taking one, that is. And there's a particularly belligerent middle-aged man who's starting to get a little worked up that she's refusing to overserve him. And really, why doesn't this place have a bouncer?
[ooc; Please feel free to make up your own interactions with her if you like, if the above don't strike your fancy. I'm flexible!]