She needed some money, badly. She had spent a good while reading up on all kinds of drinks and beverages back home - wasted knowledge her mother had once called it - but it was sure going to come in handy now. Especially after having been verified as that nights bartender at Zero Sum. She had been sure, as the owner had looked between her and her fake ID that she was busted, but all the owner had done was grin after a moment, hand her back her ID, and tell her when her shift started - along with inform her that if she did a good job she was more than welcome to come back as many times over again.
She didn't plan on screwing up at all. She had swiped some clothes from one of the downtown stores, planning on paying it back somehow - but she really needed a decent outfit to go to work in, especially with how many credits she was going to be earning for this job, a whole 2,500 plus whatever she happened to make in tips throughout the night - something that the owner, Demitria, had informed her were all hers at the end of the night. So, after having gotten changed, thrown some make up on - also stolen - she stepped out of the restroom of the first floor and walked behind the bar counter to begin her nights work.
It was slow at first, since it was so early in the evening; it gave her a chance to get used to her job. While she knew the drinks she had never done such a task before - as a ninja she had beaten up the bad guys, whooped ass left and right, trained and then trained some more, she had even taken a few lives. But, she had never got a chance to play bartender, or do anything undercover, which was sort of what she thought of this job as - especially because if people knew her real age then she wouldn't be able to do this job, now would she? Nope, everything was going to be kept on the hush - hush.
As the night went on it continued to get busier at a very steady pace, but she was more than able to keep up without a hassle. She turned down any sort of free drinks her customers offered her - either due to her good work with their drinks or because of her nice ass or tits as she often heard them comment on - she had no intentions of getting drunk, she did however have every intention of getting them drunk and having them come out of each and every credit that they had in their pockets and bank accounts. The bigger a pay the club got, the better of a job it looked like she was doing, right? Each one of her costumers stumbled off with a happy smile on their face, and questions as to when she would be bar-tending again on their tongues - so long as this fake ID of hers continued to work its magic she was going to be coming back here to work over and over again.
As the night came to a close she cleaned up behind the bar. She made sure that all of the bottles were back where they had come from, and that there was nothing left laying around that one of the costumers had forgotten as they had stumbled (most of them anyway) away from the bar when they had drank all that they could handle... All in all, it was a good night.
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