WHO: Camael Carson & Hannah Ryers WHEN: October 10 WHERE: The Red Door WHAT: First meetings. RATING: Medium? STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
To say Saturday nights were busy at The Door would have been a severe understatement. Cam had no trouble keeping up with the sheer volume of customers, thanks in large part to how many bars she'd worked at since fleeing the compound, but that didn't make it any less chaotic. She barely had time to speak to her customers in between taking and making orders, much less to try and drum up the extra tips she was so adept at getting. Luckily, despite her standard 'resting bitch face' that could sometimes put people off, being a pretty girl still had its benefits. Not that Cam really focused on her fortunate looks often (or at all, really). It was just something that simply was.
It was still early on in her shift when she noticed a familiar face taking a seat at the opposite end of the bar. Cam didn't troll the network as much as others at Crestwood seemed to, but she'd spoken to the girl (Hannah, she thought her name was) enough times to remember the face. She made it a point to remember pretty faces, especially when they came attached to people as cool as this girl seemed to be. Cam vaguely recalled her saying she worked as a DJ, and an even more vague memory of her boss here telling everyone they'd hired a new DJ, which gave the blonde a glimmer of hope that this girl was that DJ.'
Indicating the other bartender switch sides with her for a moment, she took a few steps behind various equipment until she was positioned in front of where Hannah sat. An uncharacteristic smile quirked her lips, and her electric eyes seemed to spark with mischief. "What can I get you, pretty lady?"