Gemma Masters (scousewitch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-22 03:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gemma masters, oerba yun fang |
Who: Gemma and Fang
What: Job interview
When: 9/19, before this log.
Where: Eve
Rating: PG13 for language, innuendo.
Status: Complete!
Gemma had one more bar on her list before the Den, and she figured she might as well interview, in case the other ones went south. Couldn’t hurt.
Eve was a nice looking place, with an appropriately girly yet grungy look. Gemma decided she liked it. Sidling up to the bar, she asked the bartender, “Looking for Fang?”
The bartender, a short woman with close cropped pink hair, nodded her head towards the side. "She's over there."
Fang was leaning against a wall, looking down at her phone. She sighed and pocketed it, wishing she could be with Vanille right now, but knowing she had a job to do. It was hard to admit, but Vanille could handle herself on her own, sometimes. Sometimes.
She was wearing a black button up shirt, mostly unbuttoned, and grungy white jeans.
Gemma checked her out for a second - cute, but competent. She headed over, taking her time. “You Fang?” she said, once she was close enough. “Gemma. We talked on the network? You lookin’ for a bartendress?”
“Nice to meetcha.” Fang held out her hand. Her accent was an odd mix of Australian and Socal. “I am. I’ve got too many responsibilities now to really do as much as I used to.”
She couldn’t quite clock the accent, but shook the woman’s hand. “Well, I’ve got yonks of experience, so maybe I can help out. Been tending bar since I was fifteen.”
“That’s not that much experience,” Fang said, grinning at her and pushing her worries aside. She leaned forward. “You barely look old ‘nough to drink, sweetheart.”
“I’m twenty-five, I’d say it’s a decent bit.” Gemma wasn’t offended. “Mum’s mate had a pub in Stepney, London way, and I used to help run the bar, then run off the punters at closing time. Then I got to be a real bartender at seventeen, been slingin’ cocktails ever since.”
“What’s the fanciest drink y’can mix? Ladies here like everything from hard vodka to cosmopolitan frou-frou drinks.”
“Mm. Probably sidecars? Tequila Sunrise was popular on the cruise ship I been workin’ on. Cosmopolitans, maybe, but if some berk wants it with Cointreau or some fancy liqueur I might just tell ‘em to piss off unless they warn me first.” Gemma chuckled.
She jerked her head towards the bar. “Why don’t you mix me up somethin’ special and surprising. Like a test.” She started towards the bar, slipping through the crowd of women. Gemma seemed to ignore flirting, which was good and bad.
Gemma didn’t figure it was good form to flirt with the person giving one a job interview. She always preferred to get jobs on her own merit. “Can do, milady.” She ducked under the bar, looking for the bottles. They weren’t as organized as Neena’s bar, but it was enough. She started to mix up a rum runner, which had about four ingredients, but she did her best to jazz it up. Smiles, a good firm shake - no blended shite in a bar like this - and eventually she laid it in front of Fang. “Spiced rum runner.”
“I hope you don’t mind women flirting with you. Because as pretty as you are, you’ll get it every day.” Fang too the drink and sipped it. “Mm. That’s pretty good. Quick too. You’ll want to be quick.”
“Don’t bother me.” Gemma chuckled. “Wouldn’t waste your time if it did. I tend to just shag the people I feel like shagging, regardless of gender, and unless someone’s shaggin’ me, ain’t my business what they like.” When there was an option for sexual orientation on forms and such, she tended to put ‘yes’.
Fang grinned. Her orientation was ‘yes if you don’t have dangly bits’ for the most part, but she could appreciate that. “Chances are you’ll get plenty of lady tail if you worked here.”
“Fine by me.” Gemma shrugged. “I’m single. Ain’t going to have nobody poncing in here looking for me, though. I try to keep my work separate from my personal life if I can. If not, ex-girlfriends come round and it all gets ugly.”
“I like you.” Fang nodded at her. “That’s a better attitude than half the other bartenders we’ve had. Fuck you should have seen the girl we had two months ago, brought all her drama in here.”
“The only person who might ever come in here who knows me is my uncle, and that’s only if me mum up and croaks.” Gemma laughed. “Ain’t been in town but a week, anyway.”
“Perfect. If you’re interested, just need you to fill out a background check. Don’t really care if you do drugs so long as you don’t do shit when on the job.”
“I have a few other interviews, but yeah, think it’d work out all right. Or even part time.” Gemma nodded, laughing. “I ain’t much for anything stronger than pot, but I’ll remember if we see anybody all fucked up in here.”
“We have room for part or full time, whatever works for you. Don’t mind you moonlighting as long as you aren’t trashing the place to other people.” Fang would probably get physical if she did.
“Course not.” Gemma snorted. “I don’t tend to have a shite where I eat, or however that goes.”
“Smart girl. I’ll get the paperwork an’ you just get it back sometime this weekend.” Fang knocked back the rest of her drink. “Mm.”
“Made enough rum runners to last a lifetime on that bloody cruise.” Gemma laughed. “Sailed from Paris to Los Angeles, with ten stops in between. Good experience, but bloody hell, the old wankers flirting with me.”
Fang laughed, and made a face. “You’ve got more balls than I do, to put up with that.”
“It was either that or tend bar in Paris, which don’t last long before you’re turnin’ tricks.” Gemma made a face. “Tough time growin’ up, and London got real old real quick.”
She nodded her head. “Could end up that way no matter where you are, really, if you’re not careful.”
“Yeah, but at least here the weather’s good, the people are wealthy, and I got me uncle who lives north o’ here. He’ll see to it I don’t become a streetwalker.” Gemma laughed. Hell’s bells, she could hear Uncle John now.
“That’s good.” Fang wasn’t sure how she’d manage to avoid it herself. She’d managed to land on her feet after the accident and then keep on going.
“I’d say.” Gemma smiled a little. “You sound like one of our southern cousins, if I might say so. You been here long?”
“About six years, give or take a few months,” the woman replied. She grinned at her. “Pretty much fled here when I turned eighteen. Had ghosts I needed t’escape.”
“Don’t we all.” Gemma shook her head. “Clearly you’ve been makin’ a run at it, at least. This is a nice place.” It really was; inviting without being too cloying, but sexy enough to look like a nightclub.
“Yeah...An’ it came...things worked out.” She thought of Vanille, which made her glow a bit, then worry over the whole situation with Vanille and Belle. Gods, she hated Belle right now. She was jealous of Vanille’s obvious feelings to the blonde.
“Good. Bloody good.” Gemma smiled. “If I decide to work someplace else, you gonna mind if I come in for a tipple from time to time? Good place, good people.” She liked how mellow this Fang was, even though it wasn’t her preferred work environment.
“Not at all.” Fang shook her head. She was laid back about that kind of thing.
“Good.” Gemma tried her rusty flirting. “Such a nice view in here, after all.”
“What’s the best part?” Fang leaned forward, hair framing her face like a wild forest.
“Of the view? I’d say you’re a highlight.” She wasn’t really looking for anything, just being nice, but she was telling the truth. Fang was an attractive woman.
“I almost swear that foot traffic went down when word I’d hooked up with someone reached the masses,” Fang joked.
“Bet it did.” Gemma wasn’t upset; it was a risk you took when you flirted with someone. “I bet the punters thought romancin’ you meant free booze.”
“Yeh.” Fang snorted. “Didn’t get any free booze, though there might have ah...been a few discounts here and there.”
“Well, that’s your prerogative.”
“Was. Figure it would piss my girl off if I had some girl under the bar while I was slingin’ drinks.”
“This is so.” Gemma nodded sagely. “Just bad form, that.” She smiled.
“Very bad form.” Fang disappeared for a moment, then returned with the paperwork.
Gemma watched, taking the paperwork. “The usual shite, I’m presuming?”
“The usual crap. Mostly just care about the background check.” She shrugged.
“I can have these back to you soon; tomorrow maybe?” Gemma flipped through the paper, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
“Tomorrow is fine!” Fang elbowed her. “That woman over there keeps checkin’ you out.”
“Yeah?” Gemma raised an eyebrow. “You sure she ain’t checkin’ you out?” It was hard to tell from this angle.
“Oh, she’s lookin’ at you, trust me.” Fang clapped her on the shoulder. “Go, have fun.”
“Might do.” Gemma said. The woman was pretty, if vapid looking. But sometimes no-strings-attached was short enough that she could put up with vapid. She turned back to Fang. “I’ll send this back to you, soon as I can.”