Who: Marie-Pierre and Genevieve When: Early in the week, late a night Where: Le Passant Summary: Chatting on a quiet night Status: Incomplete Rating: Probably around PG-13
The haze of smoke hung heavily in the air of Le Passant, concealing the few faces left of drunk and exhausted patrons. Most of those left, if they could not keep their feet until the dawn, would be set up with one of the small rooms upstairs for a minor charge. She didn't often rent them out, but it was another appeasement she had to make to the German's curfew. She didn't mind. It was a bit of extra income and kept her patrons safe. Still, Genevieve was beginning to feel the exhaustion. It was getting to the time where she would be the only one left working the bar. The few staff she had were relieved after their usual hours, usually around 3 am, and then it was just her.
The slender woman carefully made her way out from behind her elegant, dark marble bar. All those at the bar had drinks in front of them already and she needed to check upon a few of the seated patrons. It was quiet enough in the room that her high heels echoed slightly in their clicks, an off beat rhythm to the crackling jazz music that played over her radio. Within a few heartbeats of walking, though, she fell unconsciously into step with the bluesy, slow rhythm that penetrated the smoke filled air around her. She used it to give her a touch more energy whilst she picked up some empty glasses and wiped down a recently abandoned table.