[ Syringe and Pony]

[Syringe Of Citrus]

Just another one of those nights, the male staff no where to be found when the dirty work needed to be done. The most she could do was spray any brawls with a hose and the drunks, nothing she hated more than having to drag a few drunks outside. Lindsay tried to force a smile as she polished a glass, a thin bandage was somewhat visible and a nasty reminder from the night before. Working at the club had it's perks but at the same time, the brunette wanted to throw her hands up and quit. Tonight would of course be one of those irritable nights. The pounding music and lights weren't winning any points with her ontop of everything else.

Now that isn't a way to look at it, this place was feeding her and paying for her apartment. She painted a smile across her lips tugging her arm away from a regular who was drunk off his ass as usual. Pulling on her to come dance with her, she pried herself free and poured him a glass of water and told him it was their fancy vodka. He downed it and cooed, laying his head down as if it had been hard stuff. She tossed the new girl the rag and sat the clean glass down, dialing a taxi she moved around the counter. Helping the man up and dragged him outside to rest beside security until the taxi arrives. "Goodnight Dan." She said patting him on the head before she returned inside, putting a skip into her step as it would seem the smaller blonde was falling apart already. Orders were building up and Lindsay slid back around filling glasses and serving them, talking the stressing young women down. "Relax! You'll get the hang of it." She spoke wiping the bar surface off with her cloth before more came staggering up.

 

[My_Apocalypse_Pony]

The smell of sweat, sex, and booze nearly knocked Bridgett over as she pushed her way into the club. Standing at five and a quarter feet she didn't make for a very opposing figure but what she lacked in size she made up for in attitude. Her long auburn hair accented her tan skin and toned muscles tensed as she walked across the club for a drink.
Leaning against the bar she stared at the girl who was obviously new her brown and green eyes glittered in the lights of the club. Her lips curled into a smile as the bartender tuned to look at her. Walking over to Bridgett the girl smiled and asked her what she wanted "could i get one shot of whiskey and a glass of coke." after the girl left to fetch the drink Bridgett's eyes moved to look at the other bartender, she could tell she was the one in charge and as she shewed a drunk patron off Bridgett's sharp nose caught a whiff of her scent. the intoxicating aroma of the young brunette sent a shiver of lust up her spine; at that moment Bridgett knew that had to get this girl alone no matter what.