The club seemed to be on fire for one of its first nights. There was activity, cozy conversation, and of course, a show for entertainment. It was certainly a night to get lost in. Until night truly had fallen,
Elthrai Khaladh had been down in the storage part of the building, gathering up alcohol and directing some of the other bartenders either to the Brothel or to the Club. It was sometimes stressful work and his darker nature would make him irritable and sinister, but he always mellowed out when it was more beneficial. Most of the crew took his change in mood to be humorous - unless directed at them - then it was just scary. He made sure stock was taken of what they had, what they would need later, and what they didn't. Depending on the demands of the night, the list would change again as it did every night. Depending on the outcome, at the end of the week, new orders both small and large would be made. That depended also on how many drinks were sold and how much of what was left over.
And then there was the food. He worked with the kitchen staff since the waitresses also worked under him when dealing with both food and drink orders. They never had many food orders, but they never slacked on cooking and getting those orders out. It wasn't a restaurant, but the food was just as good. It had to be, along with the drinks and entertainment, to keep people coming around. And then there was the atmosphere. They sold sex just as much as they sold drinks. Being pleasant and amiable was part of the charm, but there was a darker undertone when dealing with Elthrai. He was half-Drow after all. He kept most of it at bay, but sometimes he did let out a little smirk that said, "Come closer if you dare."
Eventually he came up from storage and made his way behind the bar. Several men and women were getting their orders from the other tenders so he didn't have much work. He went about organizing the glasses, making sure they were clean, and making sure all the bottles were stocked in the right places. He was dressed like those old bartenders from the 1940s with pinstripe slacks, polished shoes, buttoned up white shirt, with red suspenders. He looked rather dashing, especially with his hair loose and his markings visible. His pointy ears moved lightly to catch all the sounds in the Club, making sure no one was doing dirty or unseemly business within the Club. Another wonderful quality: there weren't many secrets that Elthrai didn't know about.
As he stood behind the bar, a few women came over to ask him to make them drinks as well as a few men. He was indifferent to gender and found himself rather pleased with the orders and attention. He mixed up drinks in an elegant display, fueling the flames of their admiration. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, but he was a little bit of a show off sometimes. With a gentle smile but quick tongue, he had a small little pile of tips along with a few phone numbers. A few he planned on calling, and that would be if they remained in the area after they closed. He didn't take pleasure while on the job unless given permission by one of his employers. That was just how it was. He was very by the book, despite all of his flirtations.
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