Another Day (Open.)
Jan 3, 2012 1:14:06 GMT -5
Post by Miranda Suery on Jan 3, 2012 1:14:06 GMT -5
Miranda had been so busy with school and work, she barely had enough time to think. Instead of taking more shifts at the club like her manager had asked, she took off extra time in order to do well on her exams. She wanted desperately to win some scholarships for next term, so she wouldn’t have to work at a place she hated. The pay was minimum and the customers were chatty beyond belief, but she knew that going in. It was just so exhausting pretending to be interested in them in order to acquire tips. Her manager also didn’t appreciate her new hair style and piercings. Her customers seemed intrigued, but she doubted she would be here much longer before she quit or was fired.
“What’s with the hair, and,” the man seemed to struggle for words as he gestured in her general direction, “and the face?” He asked her. Miranda smiled at him, one of her many regulars. The brunette took his empty drink, “You’ll have another,” she guessed instead of asking, and he smirked at her, almost proudly. This place and everyone in it was disgusting. Walking behind the bar, a blonde co-worker of hers nudged Mira touched her pierced naval, “This one I don’t mind, but the lip piercing? And I thought you had no sex appeal before.” She walked off with her hips swaying, a tray full of drinks in one hand. Tramp Miranda thought to herself as she fetched another beer.
With nothing but the start of the new term on her mind, Miranda made her rounds to the regulars, and picked up the generous tips. She smiled to herself as she approached a newcomer who had just sat down. You didn’t need to show off your breasts in order to get worthy tips, but if that blonde wanted to be a show off she could, it was a free country after all. Taking out her pen and pad of paper, Miranda glued her grey eyes to it as she asked the person what she could get for them without looking at them. “Beer, cooler,” she glanced at them, finally making eye contact, “shots?”
“What’s with the hair, and,” the man seemed to struggle for words as he gestured in her general direction, “and the face?” He asked her. Miranda smiled at him, one of her many regulars. The brunette took his empty drink, “You’ll have another,” she guessed instead of asking, and he smirked at her, almost proudly. This place and everyone in it was disgusting. Walking behind the bar, a blonde co-worker of hers nudged Mira touched her pierced naval, “This one I don’t mind, but the lip piercing? And I thought you had no sex appeal before.” She walked off with her hips swaying, a tray full of drinks in one hand. Tramp Miranda thought to herself as she fetched another beer.
With nothing but the start of the new term on her mind, Miranda made her rounds to the regulars, and picked up the generous tips. She smiled to herself as she approached a newcomer who had just sat down. You didn’t need to show off your breasts in order to get worthy tips, but if that blonde wanted to be a show off she could, it was a free country after all. Taking out her pen and pad of paper, Miranda glued her grey eyes to it as she asked the person what she could get for them without looking at them. “Beer, cooler,” she glanced at them, finally making eye contact, “shots?”
