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Who: Samira and whoever (open log, dogpile!)
When: Sunday evening-night ish
Where: The Snake Pit Bar in New Orleans
Warnings: Always a possibility, will update with specifics as necessary.

It was a surprisingly quiet evening for the Pit, but Sami didn't mind it, really, it gave her time to talk with the waitstaff and flirt with the dancers and introduce the snakes to new customers and take them around to greet regulars.

Right then she was clearing one of the booth tables, a bus-tray supported by a coil of her tail, stacking the dishes in it neatly, humming along with the music that was playing and making a kissyface at the red-tailed boa around her neck who kept lifting his head to check on her.