Another day of work and Nanalie couldn't be happier. After the first day of bar tending at Zero Sum she'd been looking forward to day two. She had had a lot of fun, and the conversation between the customers and how nice everyone had been had been a joy. So, with knowing what to expect her second time around, and having got a new out look on the way the customers dressed and more so the way people of this dimension dressed she had changed her outfit up somewhat in preparation; especially since the job had paid so well last time.
Ashen brown hair was thrown up into a ponytail with streaks of blue and purple hair 'paint' giving it a highlighted look. Eyelashes were covered in mascara, and she likewise had black eye-liner around her eyes, but otherwise no makeup. She wore a purple cami with a black top over top that hung off of her shoulders, held up by only thing straps, and with baggy short sleeves that hung down her arms. Legs were covered in a short black skirt with black leggings underneath, and feet were covered in black combat boots. She wore silver and gold rings on almost every finger, and her fingernails were painted neon pink so that they showed easily in the black lights of the club. She had even gone so far as to have the right side of of her nose pierced with a purple gem; that added in with the full body tattoo made her fit right in with the majority of the customers, while also helping her look more like the age her fake ID claimed her at.
So, after clocking in she stepped behind the bar, prepared to get to work. Like the last time she had done this she found the night starting out slow at first, but then quickly picking up pace. The fast pace of her job, making drink after drink, or special drinks at her costumers requests, or even the chance to experiment herself with new ones, caused the night to go by quickly. Add in the conversation with the customers and other club workers she found herself with a smile on her face all night long; even going so far as to dance along with the constant music as she worked - something that caused several high paid tips to come her way.
Tips kept pouring in as the night went on and as the alcohol kept going out. Drinks of all sorts of colors; pinks, blues, some with so many colors mixed in that no specific one could be named from the multitude of them within the glass. Some shots were on fire, while others were jello shots. Whatever her costumers demanded or asked for she got, finding herself making many of the same experimental drink over and over again as her customers fell in love with her creations. As the night ended she watched her customers stumble away from the bar all with happy smiles on their faces and happy words about her great bar tending job...
Yup.. this was something she was going to make a career in...
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