Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
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Post by Laurie on Sept 14, 2006 4:53:56 GMT
Performing was just why she existed. She’d told countless people that, countless times, over the years, and always seemed to want to prove it, again and again. Of course, that could have been because she always found an excuse. And since she didn’t brag about what she did, nobody really seemed to mind. Hell, it was what they paid her for.
She had just finished her first performance for the evening. She would head onto the club’s stage at regular intervals during her shift, and sing and/or dance. It mostly depended on what she’d rehearsed, and the crowd they had in for the night. It was already shaping up to be a rowdy group tonight, so she would probably collapse into her apartment well and truly exhausted, at least physically. And then tomorrow was another day.
Taking a moment backstage to catch her breath, and down some water, she headed back for the bar, energetic and raring to go as always. Her fingerless gloves helped her grip as she hopped over the bar, rather than ducking under it, and smiled broadly at the fellow tender near to her.
“Show off,” Anton told her, and she shrugged.
“Hey, buddy, whatever works.” She was flagged down by a line of waving arms; people waiting to put in orders. “Duty calls.” Giving him a fresh grin, she darted off to ‘socialise’… and maybe pour some drinks.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 14, 2006 23:20:09 GMT
“Hey!”
The bubbly shout came from the bar-top itself. If Luke looked up from where he sat in his chair, he would see the singer from the stage moments ago, gazing down at him with a youthful, energetic smile on her face. Her eyes were dancing with a kind of rush that was in no way related to narcotics or alcohol, and she was literally balanced up agilely on the flats of her palms, feet clean off the floor so she could lean over to talk to the wheelchair-bound man.
“You don’t have a drink!” She laughed, softening the statement that could very well have been taken as a command to order one. Cocking her head and causing her blonde hair to tumble at slightly wild angles, she asked over the DJ’s music, “What’s up with that?”
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 15, 2006 4:34:06 GMT
"Yo, Kansas!"
Anton's voice barely carried over the deafening bass, but Mimi still heard him. The fiesty blonde flashed her fellow tender a wide grin in greeting as she slipped up to the bar to begin her shift. From her spot, she could see the dancefloor and the throngs that writhed there, buzzed both on the atmosphere of the place and various other substances. Of course, Mimi was there to help these people maintain that lovely euphoria.
"Let's get this party started!" she crowed. A glance down the bar revealed another coworker; her partner in crime. Mimi's grin was beyond mischievous and, pursing her lips, she let fly a piercing whistle. She waved when Laurie caught her eye, then returned to the task at hand. A few flare tricks got the barflies really going and Mimi laughed. This would be a good night.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 15, 2006 17:03:58 GMT
Laurie had been about to respond to the chair-bound man, when she heard Anton’s booming voice from the other end of the bar, and then she saw Mimi slip behind the counter. About damn time, she thought with a pleased grin. A night serving drinks usually went much quicker if Mimi was at hand to help while away the time in one way or another.
“I’ll get you a drink, buddy. Just bear with me.” Giving him a wink, she rocked back onto her feet with ease, feeling heat at her fingertips, and bounded over to Mimi with a kind of excitement and energy that would have looked right at home in a kid on Christmas morning. “I was worried you weren’t gonna show,” she said to the other blonde over the din, grinning youthfully and mischievously.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 15, 2006 18:11:34 GMT
"Laurie, you know I'm never here on time," Mimi responded with a smirk. Turning for a moment, she slid a fresh beer down the bar to a waiting patron. The bottle skimmed along with a pace and accuracy that probably wasn't normal, but Mimi only grinned before she faced her fellow bartender once more, hollering, "A girl's gotta make time to look good!"
A step back and a brief twirl showed of her ensemble. Pink tanktop, black cowboy boots, and a pair of denim shorts that were probably a bit to short and a bit too tight to be considered legit shorts. But, considering the wearer, they worked. And they would sure as hell help with tips tonight, so all the better.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 16, 2006 1:32:15 GMT
Laurie gave a little snort at Mimi’s declaration. “You’ve got a point there,” she reminded her companion, shrugging her shoulders as she watched the beer skid. “And ‘looking good’ only lasts so long with this rabble!” She laughed, indicating the already-heaving crowd. It wasn’t even truly night time yet, and they were already filling to capacity. “Jeez, it’s like a jungle in here…”
She remembered her manners. “But you look fantastic anyway, so who cares?” She gave Mimi a little nudge, and turned her head to look down the bar, seeing the wheelchair-bound man’s friend leaning over. Telling herself they weren’t really staring at them, she laughed a little to herself, looking back to Mimi. “You ever feel like we have ourselves a little audience back here?” Hell, with what Mimi was wearing, it wasn’t too surprising… not that Laurie hadn’t ever been guilty of wearing anything like that herself.
“Anyway, I need to get this guy a drink, but he’s the ‘designated driver’, or something. Come help me with some ideas.” She turned to head back to the guy in question, making a motion with her gloved hand for Mimi to follow. Laurie arrived just as the messy-haired friend wandered away, dabbing at his shirt. “Am I missing all the fun over here?” she asked, leaning over slightly again with a smirk.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 16, 2006 17:57:11 GMT
Mimi grinned as she watched Laurie turn on the charm. They were peas in a pod, the two 'tenders, and they often played of one another when it came to work and entertaining the crowds of Lunacy. So it was that Mimi propped an arm against Laurie's back to lean around her and flash an impish grin at their new customer.
"Oh, I think we can do ya better than root beer, sugah," she drawled at him brightly. Cocking her head, she gave Laurie a poke to catch the other blonde's attention. "Shall I make him one of my Kansas City sodas?"
Technically it was just the standard Italian soda, but no one needed to know that. Besides, it was one of Mimi's signature drink despite the whole no-alcohol thing, making her a friend to all designated drivers throughout L.A.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 17, 2006 2:27:19 GMT
As Mimi did indeed join her, Laurie’s grin became even more animated, and she beamed down at the chair-bound man. She had to admit, he was pretty cute. She couldn’t help but wonder if the wheelchair was a permanent thing, or just temporary. But curiosity killed the cat, and it had landed her in hot water more than once. Besides, she didn’t want to ask questions that could be too personal. So she put it out of her mind as Mimi offered one of those sodas.
“Oh, now you’re talkin’!” She laughed brightly, nodding. Looking down to the guy again, she said, “You’re gonna love this. Mimi here makes some of the best drinks behind the bar. I can’t hold a candle to her.” She leaned down, as if sharing a big secret; “But don’t tell anyone, or it’ll go to her head.” Returning to her former position, she said by way of proper greeting, “I’m Laurie, by the way.” Extending a gloved hand over the bar, she made sure to stretch it into his range so they could shake.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 17, 2006 5:53:40 GMT
"And, like she said, I'm Mimi." A vicious -- yet still friendly -- grin was flashed in Laurie's direction. "And I sure as hell ain't big-headed. Just confident."
She flashed the young man a quirky grin, then ducked away to retrieve her ingredients. Sparkling water, ice, and various flavoured syrups were artfully combined into a fizzy drink with a bright marachino cherry floating near the center. Mimi handed over the drink with a smile and a coy wink.
"There ya go, darlin'," she said. "First one's on the house. It's a new mix, so tell me what you think, yeah?"
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 17, 2006 19:58:09 GMT
Laurie snorted at Mimi, laughing. “Same thing, right?” She grinned, preparing for the swat of retaliation, or whatever Mimi used to exact her revenge. Her fellow ‘tender wasn’t worried though; it was only ever in good fun.
“So, Luke, before Mimi here gets overconfident about her mixing skills,” Laurie began again, beaming at the other blonde, “I have a question.” She smirked. “What brings you to this madhouse tonight? Anything in mind, or just looking to waste away the hours?”
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 18, 2006 6:28:49 GMT
"The Onyx is a good time, of course," Mimi interjected with a grin after she'd smacked her fellow 'tender for the good-natured barb. "But this place isn't so...stuffy. Around here, we like to just go with the flow."
Across the bar, a sharp whistle sounded, and Mimi turned to see Anton motioning wildly to her. She knew that signal well and, with a grin, returned her attention to Laurie and Luke for a brief moment. "I'm being paged, it seems," she quipped. "You kids have fun, hmm?"
The blonde Kansas girl then slapped her hands on the bar and, with a good push, was crouched gracefully atop the counter. Over her shoulder, she threw a wink to Laurie as she strutted off. The current song blasting through the club pounded its beat through her body and Mimi began to move, hips twisting, feet stomping in time to the music. True, she could have gotten plenty of tips by just mixing drinks, but this was vastly more entertaining...
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Sept 18, 2006 22:56:21 GMT
“Ow!” Laurie laughed when she blurted that, ruining the façade. Mimi never really aimed to do any damage; just get her own back. And Laurie let her. That was half the fun.
“Don’t give anyone a heart attack!” she called after her friend as Mimi took to her ‘stage’. She grinned playfully as the other blonde went off, drawing eyes with each new move, and she laughed lightly. And with that, checking the other ‘tenders had the demands for drinks under control, she hopped up, and then dropped herself down on the bar’s edge, sitting facing Luke. She didn’t particularly care about getting alcohol residue on the seat of her pants; it had happened before, it would happen again, and she could afford the cleaning bill; such was the highlight of a job like hers and Mimi’s.
“So how’re you liking it so far?” she called to Luke over the music, and the sounds of cheering from Mimi’s adoring audience.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 19, 2006 17:07:21 GMT
Steven's bartender was currently working the rest of Lunacy's crowd, garnering catcalls and whistles from men and women alike. The stomp of her boots on the counter made glasses jump and shake as she twisted and swayed to the music. The grin across her face was huge, speaking of all kinds of mischief; cocky and playful.
Vaguely, in the back of her mind, the encouragement of the crowd was louder and more insistent. Their energy poured through her and Mimi drank it in, using it to fuel her dance. She swooped low to snatch a large, white Stetson from the head of a handsome 'cowboy,' grinning wickedly as she perched the hat on her head at a rakish angle. A twist of her hips tore a carnal yell from the crowd -- Mimi only smiled and continued to dance.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 19, 2006 17:28:07 GMT
From under the brim of her borrowed hat, Mimi saw the newcomer amble in and take his seat. An idle once-over of the stranger made her grin and and at his single, she slowly made her way over, still swaying in time to the music. One hand kept the Stetson cocked low over her eyes until she just dropped down to the bartop, legs straddled out impossibly far.
"What'll it be, darlin'?" Mimi queried in her easy drawl. Tilting the hat back gave her an unobstructed view of the man's face and she smiled at him, blue eyes fairly sparkling cheekily.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Sept 19, 2006 17:38:43 GMT
Mimi raised an eyebrow. Somebody liked their hard liquor. "One scotch, hold the ice, comin' up."
She slapped her open palms down on the bar. This alone shouldn't have propelled her back onto her feet, but with a little extra 'push' she was standing again, no problem. A tight backflip landed her behind the counter and she retrieved the newcomer's drink of choice swiftly, givng the scotch bottle an artful spin around her wrist before setting it back on the shelf.
"There ya go," she said, sliding the glass to him with a wink. "First one's on the house."
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