The life of a slayer did not lend itself to regular employment. The hours were terrible and there were few transferrable skills that one could list on a resume or application for employment. However, Rhiannon had tended bar in the past, so when a temp agency mentioned an increased need for drink slingers on Halloween, she decided to take that opportunity. Perhaps it could lead to longer term employment, but if not, it was nice to have cash in the pocket.
She shadowed a regular bartender through his brief orientation to the station on the second floor, taking note of where certain supplies were stored and which beers were on tap. She nodded when he hurriedly asked if she was good to go, that hopeful look on his face predetermining her answer, even though most bars were pretty much the same.
The uniform for the evening was a tight black button-down shirt, white suspenders, and black shorts. She added a pair of fishnets and her boots and clipped her hair back. Dark lipstick, dramatic eye shadow, and false lashes completed a gothic look for the occasion.
"What can I get you?" she asked her first customer, towel-drying her hands and glancing over their head at the crowd amassing on the dance floor, who writhed in time to music selected by a disc jockey.
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on 2013-11-03 09:39 pm (UTC)She shadowed a regular bartender through his brief orientation to the station on the second floor, taking note of where certain supplies were stored and which beers were on tap. She nodded when he hurriedly asked if she was good to go, that hopeful look on his face predetermining her answer, even though most bars were pretty much the same.
The uniform for the evening was a tight black button-down shirt, white suspenders, and black shorts. She added a pair of fishnets and her boots and clipped her hair back. Dark lipstick, dramatic eye shadow, and false lashes completed a gothic look for the occasion.
"What can I get you?" she asked her first customer, towel-drying her hands and glancing over their head at the crowd amassing on the dance floor, who writhed in time to music selected by a disc jockey.