Open Post - Meet Me On The Dancefloor
Who: Fai D. Flourite and ANYONE
When: September 24, night
Where: Underground mall, at the Twins Night Clubs
Summary: Just a regular Saturday night at the club where Fai bartends on weekends! Open to any and everyone, anywhere in the club!
Format: Action or prose works!
Warnings: Considering anything can happen there, um, I'll update as needed. Just be sure to give fair warning in the subject line if things get too risque so I know to change the setting - and remember act up too much and the bouncers will throw you!!
It's a normal Saturday night for the magician - working in the left club with the flashing lights and pounding techno bass and mess of questionable humanity, smiling a bit and occasionally tossing the bottles back and forth with the other bartender. It's just a game, just a job, and yet it helps pay the bills, at least a little longer.
With the way the bistro has been picking up business, hopefully he wouldn't need this job much longer.
It's a nice thought, but doesn't stop the careful mixture of smile and nod, of leaning in close to hear an order, the subtle flirtations, the little brushes of hands against a stranger's hand to draw their attention.
Just a superaficial game, but it gets him insanely good tips and freedom to dance during his breaks with people that don't confuse him or expect anything from him aside from a good time, and for now... it works.
When: September 24, night
Where: Underground mall, at the Twins Night Clubs
Summary: Just a regular Saturday night at the club where Fai bartends on weekends! Open to any and everyone, anywhere in the club!
Format: Action or prose works!
Warnings: Considering anything can happen there, um, I'll update as needed. Just be sure to give fair warning in the subject line if things get too risque so I know to change the setting - and remember act up too much and the bouncers will throw you!!
It's a normal Saturday night for the magician - working in the left club with the flashing lights and pounding techno bass and mess of questionable humanity, smiling a bit and occasionally tossing the bottles back and forth with the other bartender. It's just a game, just a job, and yet it helps pay the bills, at least a little longer.
With the way the bistro has been picking up business, hopefully he wouldn't need this job much longer.
It's a nice thought, but doesn't stop the careful mixture of smile and nod, of leaning in close to hear an order, the subtle flirtations, the little brushes of hands against a stranger's hand to draw their attention.
Just a superaficial game, but it gets him insanely good tips and freedom to dance during his breaks with people that don't confuse him or expect anything from him aside from a good time, and for now... it works.