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Who: Genie and OPEN

What: It's New Years at Wingbeat

Where: Wingbeat

When: late New Year's Eve/early New Year's Day

Rating: Probably NSFW for language at least.


Genie danced behind the bar. It was something she did a lot, her hips often swinging in time, or her feet tapping. Somethings she full out danced, occasionally making Tristan or whoever else was behind the bar dance with her. She sometimes did fancy bar work and tossed the containers as she mixed things, always confident in catching them.

She hadn't dropped one yet.

She flashed a smile at the person across the bar as she mixed their drink and slid it across to them with a wink. "Happy New Year!" she said, her usual perky self. The moon was quickly coming up, so her senses were definitely roused, but still far enough away to be no real issue.

Her eyes, gold flecked, scanned the crowd, searching for the next person to serve. Or maybe she'd take a break soon, and go out on the dance floor until it was time to go back. She could do with a little dancing.