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Aug. 3rd, 2011
Who: Alyx and Jason
What: Hiring staff for Canidae….errr….a reunion?
When: Afternoon
Where: Canidae
Fucking bastards ‘outing’ supernaturals really jacked up scheduling your staff, ok? It was hard enough to get people to show up to work at a bar when they were practically perpetually hung over, but now they had to worry about family and friends finding out that they were a were on top of that – not to mention doing their best to avoid those creepy ass human groups out to skin them alive. Basically, it was putting a major cramp in Alyx’s style and she didn’t fucking appreciate it, alright? Finding out about the supernatural communities springing up all over the web was like a frigging miracle since at least there she could post want ads to her little heart’s content and know that (most likely) the only people seeing them would actually be the ones she wanted to get in Canidae’s doors. She’d had a few hits so far, told a few of the responders to just drop by the club when they had a few minutes and she’d be happy to talk to them about what she needed, what she expected. She could cover the bar shifts, that wasn’t an issue, but she definitely needed some security guards and soon. Everyone was way too antsy lately and you could never have too many muscles around to make sure they stayed in line.
It was just passed noon when she pushed her way through the doors of the bar, the staff scheduled for the day already hard at work getting the place ready to open that night. They’d been drawing bigger and bigger crowds – which had to be the one upside of people knowing they existed now – apparently supernaturals really did crave a place to be with others like them. Of course, that wasn’t accounting for those little hanger-on humans that just wanted to be able to say they got a good fuck from a freak. Alyx tried her best to weed out the stalkers, but you couldn’t always get them at first glance….or smell. “Joey, my love,” she teased, pushing her sunglasses up to rest atop her short dark hair as she paused to lean against the bar; the were behind it was a jag that he been with her for about two years now, just big enough and burly enough to keep assholes in line, nice enough to charm the panties off most the ladies, “I know you’re going to fix me a featured drink for tonight that is going to be fucking hardcore.” If the place wasn’t known for its fucking slick atmosphere or its amazing live music, then it was going to earn some street cred for the talent behind the bar. “No problem. I’ll work my magic.” The amount of bottles that started coming off the back shelf then was just a little worrying, but he’d never failed her before so it was just best to let him be.
Alyx stopped long enough to check in with what few employees were on site this early before she headed back to office to take care of whatever boring shit waited for her there. Invoices probably – woop de doo. Throwing herself back into her chair, she lifted the stack of them waiting and kicked her boots up to rest on the edge of her desk and set to coding. Wasn’t this just the fucking life? All rock and roll glamour, right here. She’d nearly made it through the pile when there was a knock on the door, “Hey Al. Guy’s here to see you about a security job. He’s waiting in the bar.” An interruption couldn’t have come at a better time – her brain was starting to feel like it was going to melt and slide out her damn ear. “I’ll be right out.” She pushed up from her chair, taking a moment to pull her lean frame into a full-body stretch and then set off for the heart of Canidae to meet her latest victim…er…potential employee.
What: Hiring staff for Canidae….errr….a reunion?
When: Afternoon
Where: Canidae
Fucking bastards ‘outing’ supernaturals really jacked up scheduling your staff, ok? It was hard enough to get people to show up to work at a bar when they were practically perpetually hung over, but now they had to worry about family and friends finding out that they were a were on top of that – not to mention doing their best to avoid those creepy ass human groups out to skin them alive. Basically, it was putting a major cramp in Alyx’s style and she didn’t fucking appreciate it, alright? Finding out about the supernatural communities springing up all over the web was like a frigging miracle since at least there she could post want ads to her little heart’s content and know that (most likely) the only people seeing them would actually be the ones she wanted to get in Canidae’s doors. She’d had a few hits so far, told a few of the responders to just drop by the club when they had a few minutes and she’d be happy to talk to them about what she needed, what she expected. She could cover the bar shifts, that wasn’t an issue, but she definitely needed some security guards and soon. Everyone was way too antsy lately and you could never have too many muscles around to make sure they stayed in line.
It was just passed noon when she pushed her way through the doors of the bar, the staff scheduled for the day already hard at work getting the place ready to open that night. They’d been drawing bigger and bigger crowds – which had to be the one upside of people knowing they existed now – apparently supernaturals really did crave a place to be with others like them. Of course, that wasn’t accounting for those little hanger-on humans that just wanted to be able to say they got a good fuck from a freak. Alyx tried her best to weed out the stalkers, but you couldn’t always get them at first glance….or smell. “Joey, my love,” she teased, pushing her sunglasses up to rest atop her short dark hair as she paused to lean against the bar; the were behind it was a jag that he been with her for about two years now, just big enough and burly enough to keep assholes in line, nice enough to charm the panties off most the ladies, “I know you’re going to fix me a featured drink for tonight that is going to be fucking hardcore.” If the place wasn’t known for its fucking slick atmosphere or its amazing live music, then it was going to earn some street cred for the talent behind the bar. “No problem. I’ll work my magic.” The amount of bottles that started coming off the back shelf then was just a little worrying, but he’d never failed her before so it was just best to let him be.
Alyx stopped long enough to check in with what few employees were on site this early before she headed back to office to take care of whatever boring shit waited for her there. Invoices probably – woop de doo. Throwing herself back into her chair, she lifted the stack of them waiting and kicked her boots up to rest on the edge of her desk and set to coding. Wasn’t this just the fucking life? All rock and roll glamour, right here. She’d nearly made it through the pile when there was a knock on the door, “Hey Al. Guy’s here to see you about a security job. He’s waiting in the bar.” An interruption couldn’t have come at a better time – her brain was starting to feel like it was going to melt and slide out her damn ear. “I’ll be right out.” She pushed up from her chair, taking a moment to pull her lean frame into a full-body stretch and then set off for the heart of Canidae to meet her latest victim…er…potential employee.