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xp_logsBobby gets a tour of the club in LA before starting his first shift. He meets Milena Giordano, the 'head of talent'. Backdated to Tuesday afternoon.
"So, what do you think so far? I know it's not much to look at right now, but believe me, once the lights are low and the music's up it's a whole other world."
Milena Giordano leaned against the bar, attracting the attention of the man currently replacing the nearly-empty bottles that lined the counter behind him with a sharp click of her tongue. Silver hoop earings gleamed through her dark hair. "Rum and coke," she told the bartender, then turned to smile at the newest employee. "Anything for you?"
"Just the Coke, for me," Bobby said automatically, then turned and surveyed the room as if sizing it up. "It's cool," he said noncommittally, shrugging. "Beats waiting tables for anti-mutant assholes, huh?" he added, turning back to her.
The club's self-identified "head of talent" tossed her hair back before accepting the glass the bartender offered her, the delicate silver filigree that covered every visible inch of olive skin flashing as it caught the light. Aside from the earrings, she wore no jewelry. Milena was her own ornament.
"Oh, definitely. It's a completely different vibe. We still get assholes, but at least we know they're our sort of assholes, you know? If you end up here, you want something only Alchemy can provide." She flashed Bobby a brilliant smile over the edge of her drink as the bartender slid a Coke across the bar. "We fill a valuable social niche, as Rob would say."
"Totally," Bobby agreed, hiding his disgust at the very idea. "So what's the rundown? Gimme some details of what you're gonna want from me," he said with a cocky grin, picking up his Coke and taking a sip. God, this place was unreal. He'd do whatever it took to make sure they got shut down for good.
Milena laughed. "Well, it depends on what you want to do. If you really want you can stick to serving. Busing tables, cleaning bathrooms, the boring stuff. There's always opening for that. But you know, mutants with powers like yours can make so much money as performers. You'd be amazed at the money you can make without even taking off your clothes." She smiled, two rows of perfect teeth gleaming behind dark lipstick. "Although if that's the sort of thing you're into you can make even more."
Shit shit shit... Bobby gave the woman a smirk, arching an eyebrow. "I'm here to make as much cash as I can, as fast as I can. I'll do...anything," he finished with a meaningful look. He wondered just how far he could take this, and how far he'd be expected to.
The woman wrinkled her nose, sliver tracery crinkling. "Oh, don't let Rob hear you say that. You don't want to know some of the things he might come up with -- awful. Although . . ." The woman's smile took on a wicked tilt. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned in conspiratorily, coincidentally offering the boy a good look down a conservative blouse already undone to the edge of decency, "if you really need the money, maybe we can talk more later. Off the books. This place, you know, everything comes with a hook, but I made a few connections. We may be stuck playing the humans' game for a little while, but we can still look out for each other."
This was all making Bobby sick to his stomach, but he didn't show his discomfort. And if a little showed through, it'd just seem like nerves, anyway. He hoped.
"That's exactly how I see it," he agreed, smiling widely. "We should definitely talk more later. Meanwhile, is there somewhere I can just...chill for a few?" He laughed at his own joke, praying that she'd give him a few minutes to get a grip before he actually had to go any further with this. This was by far one of the hardest missions he'd ever been on.
"The men's dressing room, out through the back there, second door on the right. It should be empty for a little while yet." Milena chuckled and gestured with the hand holding her drink, ice clinking against the side of the glass. She gave Bobby a warm smile. "Don't worry, John. I know all this seems big and scary and new, so just give as much as you're comfortable with. It gets easier every time." She raised her drink, lips curled catlike behind the glass, silver lines offset by silver nails glowing against the dark liquid. "Trust me."
"So, what do you think so far? I know it's not much to look at right now, but believe me, once the lights are low and the music's up it's a whole other world."
Milena Giordano leaned against the bar, attracting the attention of the man currently replacing the nearly-empty bottles that lined the counter behind him with a sharp click of her tongue. Silver hoop earings gleamed through her dark hair. "Rum and coke," she told the bartender, then turned to smile at the newest employee. "Anything for you?"
"Just the Coke, for me," Bobby said automatically, then turned and surveyed the room as if sizing it up. "It's cool," he said noncommittally, shrugging. "Beats waiting tables for anti-mutant assholes, huh?" he added, turning back to her.
The club's self-identified "head of talent" tossed her hair back before accepting the glass the bartender offered her, the delicate silver filigree that covered every visible inch of olive skin flashing as it caught the light. Aside from the earrings, she wore no jewelry. Milena was her own ornament.
"Oh, definitely. It's a completely different vibe. We still get assholes, but at least we know they're our sort of assholes, you know? If you end up here, you want something only Alchemy can provide." She flashed Bobby a brilliant smile over the edge of her drink as the bartender slid a Coke across the bar. "We fill a valuable social niche, as Rob would say."
"Totally," Bobby agreed, hiding his disgust at the very idea. "So what's the rundown? Gimme some details of what you're gonna want from me," he said with a cocky grin, picking up his Coke and taking a sip. God, this place was unreal. He'd do whatever it took to make sure they got shut down for good.
Milena laughed. "Well, it depends on what you want to do. If you really want you can stick to serving. Busing tables, cleaning bathrooms, the boring stuff. There's always opening for that. But you know, mutants with powers like yours can make so much money as performers. You'd be amazed at the money you can make without even taking off your clothes." She smiled, two rows of perfect teeth gleaming behind dark lipstick. "Although if that's the sort of thing you're into you can make even more."
Shit shit shit... Bobby gave the woman a smirk, arching an eyebrow. "I'm here to make as much cash as I can, as fast as I can. I'll do...anything," he finished with a meaningful look. He wondered just how far he could take this, and how far he'd be expected to.
The woman wrinkled her nose, sliver tracery crinkling. "Oh, don't let Rob hear you say that. You don't want to know some of the things he might come up with -- awful. Although . . ." The woman's smile took on a wicked tilt. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned in conspiratorily, coincidentally offering the boy a good look down a conservative blouse already undone to the edge of decency, "if you really need the money, maybe we can talk more later. Off the books. This place, you know, everything comes with a hook, but I made a few connections. We may be stuck playing the humans' game for a little while, but we can still look out for each other."
This was all making Bobby sick to his stomach, but he didn't show his discomfort. And if a little showed through, it'd just seem like nerves, anyway. He hoped.
"That's exactly how I see it," he agreed, smiling widely. "We should definitely talk more later. Meanwhile, is there somewhere I can just...chill for a few?" He laughed at his own joke, praying that she'd give him a few minutes to get a grip before he actually had to go any further with this. This was by far one of the hardest missions he'd ever been on.
"The men's dressing room, out through the back there, second door on the right. It should be empty for a little while yet." Milena chuckled and gestured with the hand holding her drink, ice clinking against the side of the glass. She gave Bobby a warm smile. "Don't worry, John. I know all this seems big and scary and new, so just give as much as you're comfortable with. It gets easier every time." She raised her drink, lips curled catlike behind the glass, silver lines offset by silver nails glowing against the dark liquid. "Trust me."
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