Who: Hemlock OTA What: Lotte goes to talk to Paulie about whether or not she still has a job When: Thursday afternoon Where: Camelot Warnings: Mentions of various states of undress, potentially alcohol, and most likely cussing?
Some owner-types would have taken the complete trashing of a bar they owned as a good chance to redecorate... on the insurance policy's bill. Apparently, the owner's of Camelot were not that type. The first thing Lotte realized as she stepped through the door was that some things never change. And apparently Camelot was one of those things. That was both comforting and disgusting. Well, almost unchanged. It seemed the carpeting couldn't be cleaned of all the blood, so it had been replaced. Lotte only noticed because it wasn't sticky under the rubber soles of her knee-high docs.
She wasn't dressed to dance, instead she was wearing her usually clothing of preference. The aforementioned knee-high boots and fishnets, a plaid skirt and a black teeshirt with a green glittery Care Bears design on the front under her leather biker jacket. She saw a few regulars and a few new faces, too. She winked or waved at the regulars, ignored the new faces, and set about looking for Paulie.
He wasn't really all that hard to find. She couldn't tell from the look on his face if he was mad at her or relieved to see her. The short conversation that had followed in his office went better than Lotte had anticipated. Apparently, he really did care something for the girls that danced their. At least, the ones there for any length of time. Not so much that he was terribly generous with them, but he didn't really want to see them, you know, hurt. Of course, that could just be because he didn't want to deal with cops or sentinals or paperwork. For all that Camelot was a strip club and so skirted the edge of legit, he did seem to try to keep it as legit as a mutant owned and operated strip club could be. Once he was sure she wasn't injured permanently on the premises and therefor his responsibility to pay for, they turned to discussion of her returning to work. He grumped and groaned, but finally agreed, especially sine she was willing to take lunch shifts.
The discussion ended with him asking about Laura, and Lotte had bit her lip, not having an answer for him. "Wish I knew. Haven't been able to find her, though, and she hasn't called me back. I'll keep trying," she'd murmured, then made her way out of the back office to take a seat at the bar. She wasn't working, but she wasn't ready to go back to Haven yet. For all that she hadn't really wanted to come back here on some levels it felt good to be here now. Maybe it was because she didn't absolutely HAVE to be here now. Having that level of choice made all the difference in the world. She should have asked if Rogue was working tonight, or any of her other friends. Well, she'd have to wait and see.