Location: Soceras - Dal'Bor, The Dive
Wearing: [This]
Tags: Open
Post #: 1
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It was one of those rare occurrences where everybody's favorite redheaded dancer at The Dive was off the clock. In fact, she wasn't just off the clock, she actually had a day off. That in and of itself was unheard of, though it was usually by choice for Lyra rather than forced on her by some kind of schedule. In all honesty, the redhead liked to keep busy, and work? Well, it kept her plenty busy. She had a dedicated following of patrons who paid good money to come and see her, so why in all of the worlds would her boss say no to her working?
Well, because eventually it caught up to his credit count in what he owed her on payday. So there were the occasional days like today where Lyra was told no.
Now, she was supposed to go home, or go do something else. Sleep, spend time with friends, shop, whatever. But the truth of the matter was, she didn't really have that many friends, at least not outside of her work persona. Hell, when she was working the floor - or stage - at work, she had all of the friends a girl could ever want...and not want in some cases. Either way, when she was told that she wasn't needed for the day, she still ended up leaned against the largest bar in the joint, with the books cracked open to make sure that inventory was being upkept while Juniper was gone doing whatever it was that she was off doing.
Of course by now the boss knew she was there, and naturally he had griped at her to go home. But Lyra had smoothly declared that she wasn't working, she was only there making sure that the club was well stocked and had everything that it needed! A fact which said boss had grumbled about, but had left her alone about regardless. It had made Lyra smirk triumphantly, amused that she could get even the grouchy, ill-tempered boss-man to give her, her way when she wanted it.
As it stood right now, the club was open to whomever. There weren't a lot of dancers out working just yet, but the kitchen was open and one of the bar tenders was mulling about. By dinner time the place would be packed to the gills, but right now? It was a calm environment. Soft music, just enough for the few girls around to dance and entertain to. Honestly there was absolutely nothing that Lyra was going to miss out on by not being here, but honestly? What else did she have to do on her day off?
Wearing: [This]
Tags: Open
Post #: 1
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It was one of those rare occurrences where everybody's favorite redheaded dancer at The Dive was off the clock. In fact, she wasn't just off the clock, she actually had a day off. That in and of itself was unheard of, though it was usually by choice for Lyra rather than forced on her by some kind of schedule. In all honesty, the redhead liked to keep busy, and work? Well, it kept her plenty busy. She had a dedicated following of patrons who paid good money to come and see her, so why in all of the worlds would her boss say no to her working?
Well, because eventually it caught up to his credit count in what he owed her on payday. So there were the occasional days like today where Lyra was told no.
Now, she was supposed to go home, or go do something else. Sleep, spend time with friends, shop, whatever. But the truth of the matter was, she didn't really have that many friends, at least not outside of her work persona. Hell, when she was working the floor - or stage - at work, she had all of the friends a girl could ever want...and not want in some cases. Either way, when she was told that she wasn't needed for the day, she still ended up leaned against the largest bar in the joint, with the books cracked open to make sure that inventory was being upkept while Juniper was gone doing whatever it was that she was off doing.
Of course by now the boss knew she was there, and naturally he had griped at her to go home. But Lyra had smoothly declared that she wasn't working, she was only there making sure that the club was well stocked and had everything that it needed! A fact which said boss had grumbled about, but had left her alone about regardless. It had made Lyra smirk triumphantly, amused that she could get even the grouchy, ill-tempered boss-man to give her, her way when she wanted it.
As it stood right now, the club was open to whomever. There weren't a lot of dancers out working just yet, but the kitchen was open and one of the bar tenders was mulling about. By dinner time the place would be packed to the gills, but right now? It was a calm environment. Soft music, just enough for the few girls around to dance and entertain to. Honestly there was absolutely nothing that Lyra was going to miss out on by not being here, but honestly? What else did she have to do on her day off?