Clocks in for the night shift and gets to work bussing tables and getting them cleaned up, seating customers that come in to the club. She keeps busy by serving the customers their drinks and food orders. All while having a big smile on her face.
He parked in the spot that people would get used to being his special spot by the door. Stuffing the keys to his vintage motorcycle in his pocket, he gave the waiting line of patrons a winning smile and greeted a few of them as he entered the bar, "My, my, what a beautiful group of patrons waiting to get in. Make sure you come by my bar." His voice gave him away as not being from around here. It had the hint of a Cajun accent, to be more exact it was pure French, but it had been bastardized by the southern drawl and Coon Ass culture over the centuries. It was still exotic to the people in this town, and he used it to his advantage. Biting his lower lip playfully before he burst through the front doors of the club. He passed the counter where the patrons will need to show their IDs and pay the door fee to get in. Gandrell opened the door to the main room, and he was hit with a wall of neon lights. The scent of sweat, lust, and bad decision still hung in the air front the night before. He breathed in as he stepped into the colossal room.
There were two bars, one just inside the main door off to the right. And the other to the far left, closer to the stage. The bar he was heading to was currently locked. Striding across the room he headed for the locked bar, unlocked the deadbolt, and slipped inside. It was a good thing he was extremely fast at setting up a bar. Moving with the preternatural gifts of a vampire, he had the bar ready to go in under five minutes. He flung open the doors theatrically, "The Bar is Open!" he announced, using a bit of the vampiric power in him so his voice could be heard barely above the thundering bass of the music. Oh yes, the hunt had begun. He was looking for whom he would seduce that night.
There were two bars, one just inside the main door off to the right. And the other to the far left, closer to the stage. The bar he was heading to was currently locked. Striding across the room he headed for the locked bar, unlocked the deadbolt, and slipped inside. It was a good thing he was extremely fast at setting up a bar. Moving with the preternatural gifts of a vampire, he had the bar ready to go in under five minutes. He flung open the doors theatrically, "The Bar is Open!" he announced, using a bit of the vampiric power in him so his voice could be heard barely above the thundering bass of the music. Oh yes, the hunt had begun. He was looking for whom he would seduce that night.
Natasha was going around the tables and collecting drink orders, returning with well mannered skills of a waitress. She smiles to the patrons, helping them make their night the best she could. Her eyes catch the new bartender with some curiosity, but she would make sure the patrons were taken care of first. She walks with sure footing, no step waisted as she took care of the customers.
The bar filled up fast, nothing the highly experienced bartender couldn’t handle. He was gracious and flirty, played a great wingman when it was needed with some of the shyer clientele, and was very good at keeping track of the order in which people approached his bar for service. Through all his fast service and paying close attention to the customers, that didn’t stop him from singing along to every song and dancing behind the bar. He was a master at flash, having won a competition in Vegas a few years back, and when there were several customers that ordered the same kind of shot or drink, he would give them a little show for entertainment purposes.
The tips rolled in. The only thing the vampire desperately wanted was a barback or two. Someone to wash the glasses so he could get away from using the toss away plastic cups, fetch ice, and dance by his side as he slowly taught them the art of his bartending. For now, he was capable of doing it all himself, he just didn’t enjoy it. He would make a note to ask the owner about hiring someone. Gandrell was so confident in his skill at bringing in the tips and business, he would even be willing to pay the barback out of his own pocket. But that was a topic for later. In this moment, he was in his element with bar three layers deep of dancing, singing, thirsty people who all had their eyes on him. And he had his eyes on them as well. He rarely ever left a bar without someone on his arm. But no one had really caught his eye yet.
Through the flashing lights, loud music, and undulating crowd he spotted a waitress rushing from table to table. He watched as she made her rounds of the tables and which bar she returned to. He guessed only the main bar offered service to the tables. That wasn’t an option he seemed to have. He would make a note to ask that as well at the end of the night.
He had a plan, he always did. Since he was new, he would follow the set menu and general working of the club. But once he gained popularity and he had a substantial following of loyal customers, that was when he could make his play and bring in some of his party tactics that had made him famous in New Orleans. He wondered if they would work here as well as they did there. He imagined so. A party was a party after all.
The tips rolled in. The only thing the vampire desperately wanted was a barback or two. Someone to wash the glasses so he could get away from using the toss away plastic cups, fetch ice, and dance by his side as he slowly taught them the art of his bartending. For now, he was capable of doing it all himself, he just didn’t enjoy it. He would make a note to ask the owner about hiring someone. Gandrell was so confident in his skill at bringing in the tips and business, he would even be willing to pay the barback out of his own pocket. But that was a topic for later. In this moment, he was in his element with bar three layers deep of dancing, singing, thirsty people who all had their eyes on him. And he had his eyes on them as well. He rarely ever left a bar without someone on his arm. But no one had really caught his eye yet.
Through the flashing lights, loud music, and undulating crowd he spotted a waitress rushing from table to table. He watched as she made her rounds of the tables and which bar she returned to. He guessed only the main bar offered service to the tables. That wasn’t an option he seemed to have. He would make a note to ask that as well at the end of the night.
He had a plan, he always did. Since he was new, he would follow the set menu and general working of the club. But once he gained popularity and he had a substantial following of loyal customers, that was when he could make his play and bring in some of his party tactics that had made him famous in New Orleans. He wondered if they would work here as well as they did there. He imagined so. A party was a party after all.
Dusts off her work uniform and slowly gets in the swing of things here. She smiles at old faces and stops for seconds to let them know she was okay. Just needed a break to take care of some things but that she was back.
She went from table to table, making sure the drinks were full and their appetites fed. A night made with good company as she was asked to sit with the patrons occasionally just so the soul wasn't lonely for a night.
At the end of the night, Kitty was quite pleased how the day had went and happy to be back. It was the end of her shift but there was a bit of time before the bar would be closing.
She went from table to table, making sure the drinks were full and their appetites fed. A night made with good company as she was asked to sit with the patrons occasionally just so the soul wasn't lonely for a night.
At the end of the night, Kitty was quite pleased how the day had went and happy to be back. It was the end of her shift but there was a bit of time before the bar would be closing.
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