Nina Castel (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} esseule) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-05-13 11:58:00 |
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What: Trouble at the club
Where: The Opium Den
When: Tonight
Warnings: Possible swearing, violence, chaos
"I'd like a drink for the woman down there. In the red."
Nina glanced at the man in front of her, the one who was placing the order. Slightly above average height, he was already more than slightly drunk (judging by the volume of his voice, too loud, even in the club). Not a threat to anyone but possibly himself, but possibly amusing since the woman seemed to be more interested in the brunette with the cleavage beside her. Nina gave him a casual smile though as she made a note on his tab and grabbed the gin for another martini, sending the drink down when she was finished and then moving on.
Nina liked her job at the club for a number of reasons, all of them having little to do with the place itself, which was loud and hot and crowded. It was dim and what lighting there was was flashing and unreliable. Most of the people were drunk, or would be soon, so their memories would be spotty at best. People passed through quickly, more interested in each other than the person handing them a drink. Even when they saw her, they never noticed her face. All of which made for a job that allowed her to interact with money and loose-lipped people while remaining virtually invisible.
She finished up her next drink, a scotch neat for a guy that looked like he needed it, and turned back to the bar, placing her elbows on the bar and leaning forward just slightly. "Next?"