Name: So many names...so little time. LB. No lisabea. No wait...just call me...JUST CALL ME!
Age: boo. Old enough to have a facelift fund.
Location: Connecticut
What position are you applying for and, in one sentence, explain why you are qualified? Bartender. Although I prefer to be called 'serving wench'.
You are locked in the ice rink overnight. Do you (a) call to get out (because of course you have ample minutes on your phone), (b) dramatically beat against the door as mascara tears stream from your eyes, or (c) cheerfully freeze until morning, since you know fanfic's cure for hypothermia?
C-- Because I will climb into the air duct, shimmy into the men's locker room, pry open Roman's locker and huff myself to death with his soiled laundry.
Fandoms (in addition to AWZ, obviously); AWZ.
Fannish activities, past/present/future (vidding, fic, meta, etc.; if you lurk, that's okay too - interested in dipping your toe into anything in the future?)
I'm new. Although I have plenty of experience acting like a fool at GooL. Does that count?
Prosecco, raki, or Maximum+vodka? (Not that we encourage imbibing of alcohol while on the clock.)
Maximum + vodka ftw!! (And a locked-in- the -elevator and disco -ball chaser please)