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Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons (baronsamedi) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-04 14:53:00

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baron samedi, ereshkigal

Meet Me At The Cross Roads
Who: Julian & Fiona
What: Job interview
Where: CASKET
When: 7 pm, sharp
Warnings: TBA

There was an ebb and a flow to every day and night at CASKET - usually the weekends were the busier times, to be expected, while nights during the week were slow. Maybe there was some faux pas about drinking on a Sunday (Julian wouldn't know, he'd never been an especially religious man), but things were running a little slower than usual. He took the time appreciatively, though, in order to get a few things in line. A shipment of vodka had come in as mineral water instead, a mistake that amazed and infuriated Julian to no end; there was no way he was the one responsible for such an error, and an hour long phone conversation to a particular someone had left him in a rare rage that had all of his employees skirting around him for a few hours. He'd gone and holed up in his office, going through paperwork again and making phone calls, only to emerge with a smile and to quickly soothe any fears.

The band onstage leapt into their own version of Rob Dougan's Born Yesterday, which turned Julian's smile sour until the beat made him tap his toes and forget about the transgression for a little while. It was one thing, one little thing and every other event, order, person, and thing inside of his club was running like clockwork. Grabbing a rum and coke from Ysolde, the current bar tender (and yes, perhaps he did tend to hire more female drink slingers, but there was a damn good reason for that) just before moving around to mingle with a few regulars and new comers that decided to patronize the club that evening. By the time seven o'clock rolled around, though, he was behind the bar himself and doing an inventory just to calm his own mind regarding any other mishaps.

He had not, however, forgotten the appointment he'd made with a certain young lady who also resided at his apartment building. First the contacts Luc was providing proved astounding, so safe to say was that he had nothing but high expectations for this next potential recruit to CASKET - Julian never wanted anything but the best for his baby, so it was with some anticipation that he awaited Fiona's arrival.

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ladyofaralu
2011-09-05 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Never let it be said that Fiona Shepherd didn't know how to make an entrance.

Her black hair was pulled tightly back in a ponytail except for her bangs, which were short, perfectly even, and reminiscent of Bettie Page, as was her makeup - cat's eye liquid liner and fire engine red lips. She rocked a well-worn Sex Pistols shirt that hung low off one shoulder because the neck had been purposefully torn away, revealing a thin red bra strap and pale skin. The shirt was cut off, baring midriff in the space between it and low-riding black skinny jeans that hinted at her hipbones. The outfit ended with black peep-toe heels that revealed red polish that was not on her fingernails.

"Hey," she said as she walked up to the bar, something about the man behind there making it clear that this was the person she wanted to talk to. Something rang like a gong inside her when she saw him -- she knew this guy. This was the guy.

"I'm Fiona. The outfit's negotiable and so are my hours, but I won't wear anything that's gonna make it harder or slower to pour. Cool?"

Despite her blunt opening, she gave him a genuinely warm grin and extended her hand to him for a shake.

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baronsamedi
2011-09-07 12:54 am UTC (link)

Julian's head swiveled toward the sound of the confident voice - his eyes appraisingly slid down her body, less in the manner of an older man checking out a younger woman and more so in someone taking the stock of a potential asset. He smiled, a professional curve of his lips that said he didn't quite know what to make of who was standing in front of him, but he was going to be perfectly polite regardless, even if it was only to entertain himself in seeing what might come of this situation.

He turned completely around and took Fiona's hand in a firm grip; rather than give it a brief kiss in a lingering fashion that usually swept women off their feet, he kept it short, sweet and very business like.

"You don't look old enough to be in here, let alone slinging drinks. Is this To Catch A Predator?" His tone was joking, and he put down the clipboard and pen combination he'd been using to inventory the bar. Ysolde glanced at him from the opposite end of the bar; she'd been informed of the interview, but Julian had said he wanted to handle it himself. His hands spread out comfortably on the counter top as he slightly leaned forward.

"If memory serves, you said you were licensed and had tended bar in New York. That's a good start - why don't you have a seat, I've got a few questions. You want a Shirley Temple or something?" He grinned a little wider at that, and moved to walk around the end of the counter in order to join Fiona on the bar stools. Usually he took candidates into the back room, but it was slow and the band was taking a break between sets, thus fairly quiet. The bar itself would be a good of a place as any to conduct an interview, especially one he was now taking half seriously.