Quinn Abraham (speaktoafew) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-10-12 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: aloysius darling, char: quinn abraham, location: the carnival nightclub, time: 2009 10 |
Spooky plans.
Who: Quinn & Aly
What: Halloween Brainstorming
When: Evening, October 12th, 2009
Where: Aly's Private Office
Warnings: TBD
The newborn vampire was relatively certain that she was doing a smashing job of maintaining her 'undercover' status at Aly's wonderful club. So far, aside from flirting with anyone who came in even remote contact with her, she had straightened up all of the money (both incoming and outgoing), made certain that all of the deliveries were on-time, checked every last item on the stock list, ensured that all fruit that went out in those little bowls was being washed, all nuts were fresh each time, and the pickles did not go back in the jar at close only to be brought out again the following evening (because ew to the bars that chose to ignore those rules!).
Everything was running swimmingly, and her Patron & Protector seemed pleased as punch. Which was marvelous, considering he smelled even better than normal when he was happy.. and any time Quinn was anywhere close, it made her nostrils twitch with glee.
She liked being important. She liked being the center of attention. She liked being who people turned to to ask questions. She liked being trusted. She liked pretty much everything about her current situation --aside from the fact that her Maker had dropped her like a bad habit and hadn't contacted her since her departure. That stung. And no matter how much she pretended it didn't, there were moments that her huge, brown eyes grew distant and she looked out the window and just.. breathed, even though she didn't need to.
That evening, Aly had called her to his office while leaving a few of the other 'lesser' managers in charge of the club's operations. They were to brainstorm and plan for the upcoming Halloween events, and Quinn was positively thrilled. Dressed in black pants that could've been painted on, a low-cut, blood red top that dripped fabric from her wrists, and Jimmy Choo heels that made her several inches taller than she already was, she entered the room and strode over to his desk.. where he sat, immediately perching her cute little rear onto it. She almost felt like draping herself across it; but she refrained for the moment.
"Give me the details, darling. What chaos are we planning?"