Nov 13, 2020 13:01:27 GMT -5
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Marisol dropped the damp cloth on the counter, mindlessly wiping the clean surface. If she continued any longer she might end up wiping through the bar. A sigh left her dark plum tinted lips as brown eyes watched the few customers at LUX. She was positioned behind the bar, where the barkeeper should be, and the lack of actual work made it a perfect time to observe. Unfortunately, the one person who would be interesting for her to monitor was not in the room. Instead, her eyes fell upon a group of lesser thugs who looked like they haven’t taken a shower in years. Hopefully, that wasn’t the case but it wouldn’t surprise her if it actually was. She could swear she smelled them from the other side of the room.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust, the brunette turned around, leaning against the counter with her back. She curled a strand of hair around her finger, lips pursed outwards while thinking about what to do. She could clean some more… but that task was something that could be done later. Someone was prone to spill their drink all over the bar anyway. There was not one day the counter started out clean and stayed that way.
Bored eyes discovered the half-empty soda fridge. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” she snickered, shaking her head at whoever left their shift like this. If this was her father’s premise they would have surely been fired by now. And their definition of ‘fired’ may or may not be a little different. Marisol grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her jeans pocket and started scribbling down what to bring from the storage. She then took the beverage crate from underneath the sink and strutted towards the storage room in the basement.
Or so she thought. As she stood in the dark corridor, a staircase looming in front of her, the temptation of exploring the building suddenly hit her. Glancing over her shoulder Marisol contemplated snooping around just a little. Wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? However, the smarter part of her decided against it. Not now. It was too busy, even though it was nothing compared to pre-pandemic nights she figured. Grunting softly, the brunette grabbed the crate, lifting it from the floor, and turned around. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, the bottles rattling as the box hit someone who was standing too close to her. “Son of a -” she blurted out, pressing her lips together in light annoyance. “Can I help you?” the feisty brunette asked, her tone snarky and irritated as she lifted her head to look at whomever she ran into.
Marisol dropped the damp cloth on the counter, mindlessly wiping the clean surface. If she continued any longer she might end up wiping through the bar. A sigh left her dark plum tinted lips as brown eyes watched the few customers at LUX. She was positioned behind the bar, where the barkeeper should be, and the lack of actual work made it a perfect time to observe. Unfortunately, the one person who would be interesting for her to monitor was not in the room. Instead, her eyes fell upon a group of lesser thugs who looked like they haven’t taken a shower in years. Hopefully, that wasn’t the case but it wouldn’t surprise her if it actually was. She could swear she smelled them from the other side of the room.
Wrinkling her nose in disgust, the brunette turned around, leaning against the counter with her back. She curled a strand of hair around her finger, lips pursed outwards while thinking about what to do. She could clean some more… but that task was something that could be done later. Someone was prone to spill their drink all over the bar anyway. There was not one day the counter started out clean and stayed that way.
Bored eyes discovered the half-empty soda fridge. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” she snickered, shaking her head at whoever left their shift like this. If this was her father’s premise they would have surely been fired by now. And their definition of ‘fired’ may or may not be a little different. Marisol grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her jeans pocket and started scribbling down what to bring from the storage. She then took the beverage crate from underneath the sink and strutted towards the storage room in the basement.
Or so she thought. As she stood in the dark corridor, a staircase looming in front of her, the temptation of exploring the building suddenly hit her. Glancing over her shoulder Marisol contemplated snooping around just a little. Wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it? However, the smarter part of her decided against it. Not now. It was too busy, even though it was nothing compared to pre-pandemic nights she figured. Grunting softly, the brunette grabbed the crate, lifting it from the floor, and turned around. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, the bottles rattling as the box hit someone who was standing too close to her. “Son of a -” she blurted out, pressing her lips together in light annoyance. “Can I help you?” the feisty brunette asked, her tone snarky and irritated as she lifted her head to look at whomever she ran into.
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