The outfits she wears for her job are slightly outrageous as her father put it but then again he doesn’t exactly know where she works. It’s hard enough to believe that someone her age would have a job like this, but if you look at it again it’s not that hard to believe if you just look at her. She only got the job because her mother knows the owner. She was hired at his club at the age of 15 where as you’re suppose to be 18. She started out as a shot girl. The owner said that she’s cute and attracts a lot of business. Everything was great and going good till the night of her 18 birthday when everything went horribly wrong.
Two days before her 18th birthday
It’s always a peaceful morning when the suns rays peak through the stain glass window in her bedroom. She rises out of her bed, silence was prominate in her apartment till she leaned over to her stereo and turned it on full blast. She walks to the bathroom in her sports bra and her shorts. She starts a shower for herself. Her apartment is nice; it’s pretty large and is furnished with the best of the best. Cherry wood floors through out the kitchen and hallways and into the living room. Lucky for her there are built in floor heat coils so the floor is never cold. In the two bedrooms there is midnight blue carpeting. There are all new sinks, showers and toilets in the master bathroom and in the guest bathroom. She has a nice LCD 50�?sonly plasma TV in the living room with two ottomans and a very comfy couch, all fabrics are a deep brick red. In the kitchen there are all brand new stainless steel appliances. Not many people have been to her place however so there’s only her word to say it’s the best. Her family lives in a completely different state, million’s of miles away and she doesn’t bother to make many friends because her job requires a lot of her time. Though somehow she finds a bit of time to fit in some classes in her busy schedule. At the age of 16 she tested out of high school, received her diploma and enrolled into Lennola Private College. Her mother put in a good word for Jazlyn at the famous local club called ‘Midnight Scandals�? where her mother used to work. Her mother said that it pays great and the job is very exhilarating. She also said that she would never be bored and that it would be a great place to find herself. What ever that meant? So Jazlyn took the job and in part her mother was right. The place is great, the people are friendly and she’s never bored. She enjoys what she does and she can afford the best of the best and still go to college for the hell of it.
After getting out the shower she dances her way back into her room and changes into a risqué outfit for tonight’s shift. Just as she heads out of the apartment she grabs her black cape. She throws the cape over her shoulders and heads to the elevator. She presses the down button on the switch board and it glows red. She waits for the elevator to make its way up and soon the light above the elevator doors ding telling her the elevator cart was there. The two metal doors slide open and before she can walk into the elevator a couple of people get off. After they exit she enters and the doors shut silently. After she leaves her building she just walks a couple of blocks, that’s all it took for her to get to her work. The neighborhood was well respected and clean. This could be said about her work as well. She walks into the building and she’s greeted by multiple people.
“Hey everyone Jazlyn’s here�?/FONT>
Rousing chores of cheers erupt from the room, and it brings a smile to her face. The club isn’t open just yet so it was just the crew that hollered out to her.
“Yes the all great and powerful Jaz Berry is here"
A couple of the crew rolls on the floor laughing.
“Alright guys get back to work. I’d like to open the club on time tonight�?/FONT>
A tall thin man in a white suit comes walking out of the back office calling out, making the whole club go silent
“And what, we screw off other nights�?/FONT>
“Well�?
“Oh stuff it Mark"
She playfully pushes him and he pushes her back. She giggles and walks off to the back room to put her things in her locker
“Oh Jaz you’re on bar duty tonight�?/FONT>
“Again, ugh fine�?/FONT>
“Sorry Jaz but it’s only for two more nights then you can be up on the stage�?/FONT>
“I know Mark�?/FONT>
He ruffled up her hair and walked back into his office. She fixes her hair and walk behind the bar
“I guess it’s you and me tonight little one�?/FONT>
“Hey, I can out mix you any day or night old timer�?/FONT>
“Still got spunk, guess I’m slacking�?/FONT>
She ignores him and starts to set up her end of the bar. It was close to opening time. Business would be slow for the first three hours, but then work would be letting out and it would get busy and it was a Friday at that.
“So you ready short stack�?/FONT>
“Hey! Alright I’ll make a bet with you�?/FONT>
“Oh this sounds interesting�?/FONT>
“If you can out sell me tonight I will let you keep calling me your stupid pet names but if I win you have to start treating me the same as everyone else"
“You’re on"
They shake hands and the signs turn on to open.
Demetri sat in the darkness of his mansion just staring into the flames of the fire place. The sun was still up and would be for another five hours. Lately he'd been getting up before dusk, some said he subconscious was trying to tell him something. "Hmph" he would always respond "I don't have a sub conscious." Demetri was well entertained by the flames and didn't realize that some of his crew would be getting up soon and he wasn't even cleaned up. He also hadn't decided what they were going to do either. "We need some entertainment tonight. This place is getting boring" The mansion Demetri and his gang inhabited sat upon the hill at the back of the town. The mansion was old and held much history in its walls and plenty of stories could date back to the late fifteenth century Renaissance period. He shifted in his seat and picked up his book from the side table. He opened to his saved place.
“How do you feel about going to ‘Midnight Scandals�?tonight?�?
Demetri seemed to ask no one but Demetri’s hearing was like that of an average humans. His right hand man was walking into the room
(ooc: sorry it's so long but this post has been on my brain for a while. Now your guys post doesn't have to be as long but please don't one line. I want at least a paragraph. Thank you and happy rping.)