alphonsine channing. (alphonsine) wrote in haunted_roads, @ 2008-02-04 21:20:00 |
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WHO; ALPHONSINE & KADEN
WHEN; Thursday, in the evening
WHERE: The Alibi Room
WHAT; Ally is behind the bar at work when Kaden comes in to book a show for his band
RATING; G, can be changed if necessary
The cocktail bar is open from four in the evening until two in the morning; since it is still a little too sunny for the woman at four, she leaves her apartment in the Towers as soon as it is possible. Management initially was not thrilled with her request to come in later once the seasons changed and it was lighter for longer, but they considered her a valuable employee as she often stayed longer than anyone else could or would even want to. Tonight may very well be one of those nights.
It was not especially busy, not all at once, but the patrons had been coming in a steady and consistent trickle. That suited Ally just fine. As she moved about behind the bar, she liked to keep her eyes open for people she knew and others she might like to come to know. Every place had their usuals and tonight, a few had been seated at and around the bar. As she poured another glass of Rosemont Shiraz for a woman named Elizabeth, Ally smiled, because she really did enjoy what she did. This was a very social occupation; it was easy to come to know people, if they wanted to be known, and she liked the atmosphere.
One sleeve of her light, plum sweater was pushed above her elbow, then the other, and she tucked a stray strand of blonde behind her ear. Even as the other ladies wore flat shoes, since they were on their feet all night, she liked to wear heels. They were not always in the best shape, since spills did happen from time to time, but overall, she was an attractive woman with a natural beauty and required little fuss or make-up. Eternal youth had that bonus, after all.
During one of the lulls in service, Ally leaned shifted her weight into her hips and leaned against the counter. Tables scattered the room in an organized fashion with small, lit laterns as centerpieces. There was the restaurant upstairsm, with the bar and the club scene downstairs. DJs came in on the weekends and during the week, exceptional local bands often books their shows. Her pechant for bars and clubs, for their atmospheres and agreeable hours, had allowed her to come to know a lot of bands and their members.
One of which, had just come down the stairs.