So my bar has Free alcohol =] =] =] !!! meh....lol

*Wanders in almost absently, tossing her dark hair and clutching a few pieces of white paper. Her eyes take in the crumpled body over the bar, the woman behind it, wet and smelling of vodka, and the irate, slightly OOC man standing to the side. She quirks an eyebrow slightly, and directs her question to the obviously flustered alcohol-soaked woman: "Do you need a bartender?" She asks, offering the paper, which is obviously a resume.*

((Trying a hand at this RP thing. Looks like fun))

*walks behind the bar and makes a vodka shot and hands it to her*

We do need a bartender yersh

*looks around the bar*

Its dark and dull at the mo but when theres more customers it will be much much better hopfully be in neon colours.

*whispers*


and the old bag can go too =]

*Grins mischeviouslyat her comment, takes the small glass and lowers the slightly crumpled bits of paper to the slightly sticky bench, taking care to avoid the slumped figure nearby*

"...So, wanna see what she can do?"

*A small movement out of the corner of her eye catches her attention, and she turns to the small shuffling entity in the corner. And blinks."

"...Is that a penguin??"

*picks up the peace of paper glances at it then quickly replied* You got the part ! =]
*handing her a pink and navy uniform i go back to my office in the back room*

*Whoops, and thanks BloodZero profusely, dumping the untouched vodka shot on the already sticky bar.

She takes the uniform, raising an eyebrow at the choice of colour but wisely says nothing. As the other girl turns and walks into her office, this girl looks around the room.

She eyes the unconscious form warily, and then the other one (but he appears to be distracted), so, with one more glance about the room, she ducks behind the bar, shucks off her clothes and pulls the uniform on hurriedly.

Poking her head back up to see if anybody saw her, she sighs in relief when nobody comes into her immediate line of vision and straightens.

"Better get this mess cleaned up," She murmured absently, and, grabbing a cloth from under the sink, proceeds to wipe up the spilled alcohol and straighten the many bottles sitting in disarray on the three shelves behind her.*

*coming back out the office with a shiny nametag walking over to the bar and leaning on the wet surface handed it to the new bartender walking away to empty the roomof furniture and rubbish* Everything has to go *i sed as i threw everything into the skip begining to paint the room black with neon patterns* it shall'nt take long

*Pins the nametag on her boob and moves to help the Manager, idly whistling Ode To Joy*

gimmi a shot!

*Scurries off back to behind the bar, wiping at the small splotch of neon green on her cheek. She smiles widely at the young man before her and tosses her dark hair behind one shoulder.

"What's your poison, hun?" She asks.*