two for the house {OPEN}

[Dorian Wilde]

Club Silver
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It was a Thursday night, and in any other city it might be slow. But this was New York! And Club Silver offered cheap tequila shots on Thursdays. Ladies got in free before 11. What more could a guy ask for?

Dorian Wilde was pouring a line of twelve tequila shots, his hand easily skipping from one shot to the next without even tilting the bottle. A group of five, three girls and two boys, watched him prepare their drinks. He lifted a bowl of lemon slices to the counter, and once the shots were poured he replaced the bottle with two salt shakers. One of the guys paid him with a fifty, and Dorian reached into his pockets to make change. Once all the financial business was out of the way, each member prepped by pouring the salt on their wetted hands. Shot in one hand, lemon slice in the next, Dorian joined them with a jaunty grin. After much back-pounding, animated chatter, and laughter, the process was repeated, and Dorian thanked the group for buying his shots. They disappeared almost as fast as the shots had, and the space in front of the counter was cleared.

Dorian took the shakers and lemon bowl off the table and ran a damp cloth over the surface. An upbeat song came on, and the whole mood of the club lifted, excitement settling in. He exchanged a nod with the girl working the counter with him, and she gave him a knowing smile. Then she motioned behind him with a lift of her chin, to indicate he had more customers.

He turned.

[alexandra]

Alexandra sauntered into the bar as if she owned the place. She casually handed her fake ID to the bouncer without a trace of concern, as if the ID was authentic. Which it damn near was- she had spent a ton of money she had earned from her summer job to make sure she had a quality fake.

She caught the bouncer's gaze lingering on her boobs, which protruded nicely from her green spaghetti-strap top if she leaned forward enough. She smiled coquettishly as the bouncer handed her ID back.

It was still early enough that the line at the bar wasn't too long, and Alexandra only had to wait a couple minutes before the bartender turned to her.

"One apple martini, please," she said cheerfully.

[Dorian Wilde]

Dorian offered a charming smile to the curvy brunette. Her attitude was something he could relate to. Her drink request would match her outfit, he realized as he pulled out the green apple schnapps. He mixed it with vodka in a shaker, then set it down. He did pulled a warped martini glass from the overhead display and did something with it below the counter. When he lifted it back up the rim was frosted with green sugar, and he strained her drink into it, careful not to let the liquid touch the edges.

He made a little too much, on purpose, because Alexandra had put him in the mood for some apple himself. He'd have some on his break, which was scheduled in about five minutes he realized when he finally looked up at the clock. The young man pushed the cocktail to the girl, now accompanied with a lemon twist and a bar napkin.

"Twelve dollars," He told her simply. The young man often forgot how pricey this place was; numbers meant little to the rich immortal. He wasn't here for the money, he was here for the experience. His co-workers didn't know this, and just assumed he was an extremely laid-back individual. He left his tips with whoever he worked with, which made him very popular among the nightclub's staff. And it explained the multiple smiles the female bartender gave him.

[alexandra]

Alexandra's eyebrows rose at the price, but she pulled out her purse nonetheless. Of course everything cost an arm and a leg- she was in glitzy New York. Silly her. She pulled out a twenty, then hesitated.

May as well include a tip, she thought, a little resigned. She handed the bill over. Saving a few dollars is kinda pointless at this point. Besides, always a good idea to be on the bartender's good side. If she stiffed him now, he might keep that in mind when things got crowded, in which case she would no doubt be waiting quite a while for her next drink.

"Keep five," she told the bartender. I'll just have to find a pretty boy to buy me the next one. She had no doubt that she could do that, she had done it often enough in the past. All she had to do was pout, flirt, and act the damsel in distress. It was manipulative, all right, but she couldn't pay for too many more drinks at this rate. And trying to party sober was really lame.

[Dorian Wilde]

"Thank you, gorgeous," Dorian replied, taking her twenty. He turned to the cash register and a moment later returned with three ones, sliding them across the counter to the flirtatious brunette. He gave her a wink, one he passed on to the more amiable customers, and at the same time slipped the remaining five into his co-worker's tip pouch.

He could see Alexandra's game plan as though she'd drawn a diagram on her face. Find some wealthy benefactor dedicated to getting women drunk and mooch off him till she was satisfied. Women were so manipulative some times, and Dorian couldn't help but love watching poor shmuck's get taken advantage of. It was all part of the entertainment of being a bartender, a large reason why he did what he did. He hoped this girl would give him a show, and he looked around to map out her prospectives. He couldn't wait for his break. Maybe he'd entertain a couple she-devils himself just for the hell of it.

He filled a twisted glass with beer for a gentleman next to Alexandra and passed his tip to Lila, the other bartender.

"Lila," He murmured during a break in the song, "When Jacklyn comes, I'm going for my break." Lila didn't have any objection to this, and moments after he said it another girl wearing the fancy striped jacket walked around to their side of the counter.

The three of them exchanged a few words, and Dorian poured himself the rest of Alexandra's martini. He made his way to the customer side of the counter and took a sip. Yeah, he was fucking awesome at his job.

"Try that guy," He stood next to Alexandra now, and he was pointing to a young man staring at the ladies on the dance floor with a vulturous eye. Of course, Alexandra could try to get Dorian to get them free drinks, something that was beyond easy for the young bartender, but Dorian didn't hand out free drinks to just anyone. They had to thoroughly impress him before he decided they were worth the effort. That, or they had to be Kenneth. Alexandra was neither of those, at the moment. And right now he was just trying to blow off some steam.