Who: Guinevere and open! Where: Alibi Lounge (it's a nightclub in New York, I think it's off 12th Avenue but I'm not sure so please forgive me) When: Night time, not much later than eight or nine. Rating/Warnings: It shouldn't get over G or PG if there's some language. Oh and mentions of alcohol.
This was the third private function in the club since last Friday. Guinevere figured it had something to do with major companies deciding to host their annual Christmas parties away from the office. The Alibi Lounge was one of the nicer, more ritzier places in the heart of New York. It wasn't the typical sticky floor, who knows what's happening in the corner type of club with loud obnoxious music. Instead, a live jazz band was playing and here was Guinevere playing cocktail waitress to the crowd.
She always dressed up for work, even if it was some company hosted party. As long as she kept her hair neat, make up spotless, she was sure the tips would come rolling in shortly. It wasn't that she needed the money, but she liked the attention she would get. Sure attention from multiple men got Guinevere in trouble in her first life but tonight she was feeling particularly lonely. The holidays were always the worst since Guinevere didn't bother to have many mortal friends. So she made sure her hair was curly and bouncy, and painted her face to look like a pin up model from the 50s.
Guinevere picked up the tray of martinis from the bar and began to dispense them to the patrons. She was sure many of them were well over their limit but this company had even gone as far as to pay for rides home. She didn't recognize anyone in the room, they were all nameless faces to her. However she was sure a few had snuck in, after all the bouncer outside was quite fond of tips, and it didn't matter much to her. As long as they didn't bother her or the patrons of the evening, she could care less.