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 Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2006 10:14 pm
The Bar
"This is My Dirty Little Secret I work here..." Yutsue stated, relaxing a bit.
"It's called 'My Dirty Little Secret'? Rather suggestive name, don'cha think?"
"Only if you interpret it that way, but this is one of the best clubs in Jeidin." Yutsue let out a small sigh and fished through her pockets to find her key. Sliding it into the lock with relative ease, the metallic grating noise seemed strangely good and bad to her. Good, being that she was actually taking SOME control of her life, and being able to make her living. Bad, she actually had to take some control of her life, and WORK!
Despite the latter, Yutsue actually really liked her job. She was a DJ, and she got access to tons of free music, one of her favorite hobbies. However, by being one of the few DJs, she had to be there first and open shop. Afterward she would need to pick out the basic list of songs she wanted to play. Really, to say that the crimson eyed vixen liked her job would be an understatement. "You should be honored just to be able to see the inside."
"I'm sure it is popular, considering that it looks like people like to fight here." He stated pointedly at the trashcan full of broken glass.
Yutsue chose to ignore him however, and started on her job. Flipping through the list of songs, she took note of which order she would have liked to have them played; even writing them down occasionally. The soft scuffing of Seiku's shoes was heard throughout the entire bar. He stepped onto the dance floor. "This would be an awesome place to have a dance off..."
"You think so?" Yutsue asked distantly.
"Yeah!" Seiku looked down at his white button up shirt that Yutsue had been so kind as to purchase for him that day; and began to unclasp a few more buttons then usual.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't want to damage your shirt..." Seiku began, but suddenly he tugged on his collar. "I think that every dance off should begin with the dancers popping their collar."
Yutsue looked up, music list forgotten, and gave a small laugh as her slave began to 'dance,' for lack of better word. More accurately, he looked as if he were having a seizure standing up.
Yutsue couldn't watch with a straight face once he ripped open the rest of his shirt and took off his belt and slid it between his legs. Within a minute, he was on the ground. "Oh, God...I think...I forgot that I have balls..." He mustered out painfully. "And yet...I've never felt so alive!" He gave a dramatic look into the distance.
"Don't be any more of an idiot than you already are." Yutsue stated, slapping the back of his head with her notepad. "Simple little idiot. And not the good kind of simple either."
((The dance off scene comes from a...preformance from a friend of mine...))
Jobs:
Bar Owner:
Bartender: Kitsuyo Sakurai [Kitsuyo-dono]
Bartender: Rayka Sannada [Rayka_Sannada]
Bartender:
DJ: Saname Tujaku [Lumos Ryu]
DJ:
Bouncer: Morika Lynn June [Mifmemo]
Bouncer:
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:28 pm
Morika was alittle early, but some of the staff was already inside setting up before the bar opened. She opened the door and walked inside waving to the present staff as she did. Unfortunately she didn't really have anything to do because her job doesn't really start till the place opens and even one drink while waiting could mess her up for the whole night.
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 6:53 pm
He silently followed his mistress inside the bar...looking around to study the place...still silent, he just followed her inside...
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:19 pm
She sat down at a bar stool and sighed deeply. "It's so borring here before it opens.." She looked over at Vigdys. "Aren't you bored?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:44 pm
He went near her, but still standing up, as she gave him no permission to sit down
"Well...right now, I'm happy to be yours, but yeah, I guess this place can be boring where there's no one here..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 7:52 pm
She laughs, almost falling off of her stool. "Yeah.. aren't you gonna sit?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 6:12 am
He looks at her and then at the stools
"Sure...I was just waiting for your permission...it would be unrespectful to sit if you, for some reason, maybe wanted me to stand up..."
He says, then sits at the stool near her
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 10:23 am
"I guess.. but you haven't pissed me off, so why would I make you stand? You're way more well behaved then that other slave.. I can't believe I left him home with my sister.. but he was acting a little better this morning.." She shrugs and stretches. "This place sure is boring with out the drunks though.."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:03 am
((Hehe, I like semi-lit Roleplays because I don't have to work uber hard to make a five paragraph post. XD))
Kitsuyo let out a small yawn. Time for work once more. Even with her inherited home, she was without money to spend for herself.
She pushed past the doors, which lacked security due to the fact hardly anyone came in early morning shifts, and spun her keys around her finger. The jingling was almost like music, too bad it was so annoying... She pressed her fingers over the keys and extinguished the sound.
Kitsuyo pushed back her silverish hair behind her ears and put on her apron. She peered over to her co-worker. "Hey, Morika...Who's this?" She nodded toward the male. "New slave?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:21 am
"huh?" Morika turned and saw Kitsuyo. "OH! Good morning!" She waved energetically almost falling off her chair, again.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:33 am
"'Morning..." Kitsuyo responded, a shadow of a smile flickered over her lips. She wasn't really amused, if she was she surely would have laughed, it was a smile of politeness. Yes, even Kitsuyo could be polite to some people. "You're rather perky..."
She fished through her pockets and found a few dollars from her last paycheck. Kitsuyo opened the cashier and placed the money inside, then helped herself to some cold coffee left from the night before. Adding her own assortment of cream and sugar, she was finally satisfied and took a long sip of caffine. "Goddamn..." she muttered softly under her breath.
"So, who's this guy, again?" She asked, pointing at the slave once more.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 11:55 am
"Well yeah, he is. Did you not get enough sleep or something?" Morika was really bored and the fact that she had someone to talk to, probably made her seem more happy to see Kitsuyo then she would have other wise.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 12:11 pm
"He...is...?" Kitsuyo repeated slowly. "I thought I asked what his name was...--she shook her head--"Nevermind, he's only a slave."
She took another swig of coffee and let out a small sigh at the same time. she placed the mug back onto the table and turned to the sink. She grabbed a dirty glass and a rag and she began to clean the dust the glasses gather
overnight. "I sleep...that's enough for me. I just hate the morning shifts is all."
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 1:03 pm
Morika laughed. "Well at least it's not the graveyard shift." She looked back over to Vigdys. "So, wouldn't you like to introduce yourself to Kitsuyo?" She wasn't really asking, but she also didn't really care.
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 3:22 pm
"That's true." Kitsuyo said, smiling behind her mug as she took yet another swig of coffee. She dropped her rag and turned around, peering over toward the unknown male once more. She ruffled her somewhat boyish hair cut out of habit and got a better look at the boy. He was a pretty scrawny character....he looked like a p***y. But--she kept that thought to herself.
"Well...?" Kitsuyo raised a brow at the stranger. She waited for only a small moment, she rolled her eyes afterward. Ew...why would I want a male to talk to me?
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