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birthright_rpg2013-10-23 06:56 pm
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Acing the Interview
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.
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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"Yeah. Yeah, I am."
She said it without apology, almost without inflection. She might have only been a few years on this side of the grave, but she'd come to terms with her status because she'd had to. Whether she had a soul or not was a mystery to her, but maybe she hadn't had much of one when her heart was still beating. But she wanted this, wanted to make something new of herself.
"Before you jump to conclusions, I haven't killed anybody in a long time," she said after a silence. "If you consider nearly five years a long time. There are ways to...um...eat...without doing something permanent. It's less messy that way, and a lot less suspicious."