Dinah Lance (akillervoice) wrote in valloic, @ 2020-07-17 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | ₴ inactive: cassandra cain, ₴ inactive: dinah lance |
I found the keys to the old nightclub that I used to work at on my kitchen counter. I decided I'd check it out, and there it was, the Black Mask Club, just as I remember it.
Except I don't want it to be the way that I remembered it, because Roman Sionis was a piece of shit, and he's dead, so it doesn't have to be how he wanted it anymore. And lucky for me, he gets to pay for all of the renovations. I hope he's rolling over in his fucking grave thinking about it. Or as his case would be, the bottom of the ocean near Gotham Pier.
So yeah. I'm opening a nightclub. I've hired a crew to get everything done as soon as possible, but there's a couple of things that I'm going to be taking care of myself. Like cleansing the shit out of the upstairs apartment space. I don't want anything left of that man in that space.
So, in a couple of weeks, everyone 18 and up is invited to the grand opening of La Sirène. In the meantime, I'll be holding interviews for bartenders, bouncers, wait staff, and in-house entertainment. No creeps allowed.
[Cass and Harley]
The way I see it, Roman fucked you guys over pretty bad, too. Want to come over and help me break some shit? Also, there's plenty of space upstairs if you want to move in. Just tell me that the hyena's at least fucking housebroken. Or at least, isn't going to use me as a chew toy.