Who: Steve and Alice/Demeter Where: Club Midnight When: Sunday Night Rating: Low
The night was indeed slow. While still busy, since it was as much a club as it was a bar, the bar itself had its moments when people weren’t buying drinks, and he could stop and look around. Or even chat with the various patrons. That was part of what he enjoyed about his job, especially during the later hours of the evening, was actually talking to all of the different people. To listen to everyone’s lives and problems, even if sometimes it got repetitive and he just wanted to slap some of the larger whiners.
He was dressed in the typical black that marked the bartenders as he moved about behind the bar. He almost seemed to be at home behind the bar as he moved gracefully between customers, the beer rack, and the various nozzles that made up the front bar. There was a handful of stools open, though they tended to rotate as people got up and sat down and random.
The club itself had its best club mix going, a live DJ picking the music that people requested, or when there was a lack of those, playing from all of the new artists. Unlike the bar, though, the dance floor would be filled as people sought to enjoy one last day of freedom before having to go back to work the next day.