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It was a slow night in McKenna's and Mike had let the bartender and most of the waitstaff go early. There was no point in keeping them standing around when there wasn't any demand for them and they wouldn't make any tip money. He knew the business as well as anyone and he hadn't scheduled himself to work the Dive that night, so he put himself behind the bar instead.

Not that there was much to do there either, there were only three customers in the bar area and he had one waitress left to cover the tables. The prep work was all done and at this point unless there was a sudden flood of people all they'd need to do is put things away for the night. He looked up from his newspaper as the bell over the door rang, jostled by said door's movement as someone stepped in from the street.

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The grand ballroom of the Skylark Hotel was awash in shades of forest green and gold. The charity ball had been arranged to benefit a local children's hospital, and so a large percentage of the proceeds from the door tickets and bar would be donated to renovate the facility. A two-story Christmas tree towered over the buffet tables of festive finger foods and chocolate fountain, and people had placed unwrapped toys under the limbs to be delivered to the hospital the next day. Champagne flowed freely. There were two stages for the live jazz musicians that would play all night. Santa's scantily clad elves wandered about the room with trays of shrimp and caviar. A dance floor took up the center of the space underneath a gleaming chandelier and there were beautifully decorated round tables on the edges of the room.

The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.

Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.

In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.

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If there was a mirror in the back office, she was screwed.

Theresa had bought new clothes for the occasion, shelling out a decent amount of money because she wanted to look like any average twenty-something looking for a job. She'd seen the ad in the trades - Help Wanted - Local club is seeking someone to promote musical groups and schedule appearances. Her fake ID was in her wallet, which was in her back pocket. Just in case the manager asked.

The Dive technically wasn't open yet. There were only a few cars in the tiny lot. The vampire parked Clarence close to the street, then locked the doors. She pushed the door to the club open and stepped inside. She didn't have any experience working at a bar, but hooking was all about self-promotion. She only felt a little apprehensive.

The guy from the concert the other night, the one with the braid of hair down to his butt, was behind the bar. He was filling the beer tap. Theresa stepped closer, attracted his attention. "Uh, yeah, I was looking for..." A short pause while she looked at the piece of paper she'd scrawled the manager's name on. "...Mike?"

"Mike's in the office," Braided Hair said, pointing to the right of the small stage. Theresa squared her small shoulders. She could do this.
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Cian had received a phone call from the occult shop telling him the things he'd ordered had arrived in. He had stayed overnight in Vegas and had spent the day working on the new diesel truck the owner of the casino had picked up 'for a bargain', understanding why the price had been so low. He sometimes wondered how a man smart enough to build a business the size of the casino was able to be taken for a ride by a car salesman like he had in this instance. He'd finally cleaned himself up and headed over to the shop, making it just before closing, and picking up the order. Not having eaten all day he decided to eat at the cafe next door before heading back down to Cottonwood Cove and the marina.

He went inside the Cool Beans and sat down, giving the menu a quick look, deciding fairly quickly what he would have.

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