Another For The Front


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Scene Title Another For The Front
Synopsis Emilie overhears that a bartender quit and Abby offers the woman a job at the bar if she wants it and wants to put the effort in.
Date August 16, 2009

Old Lucy's

Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the shady crimson walls lit up by neon lights and many times, the flashing of cameras from the oft-crowded floor. The mirror behind the bar reflects prices of various drinks, bottles lined up, as well as the entire saloon as seen from the bartenders; bolted-down stools line the other side, and there are loose tables and chairs placed all around, though many times they find themselves pushed back for more space within the center of the saloon. A few speakers are placed at strategic places and around a raised stage to the far corner from the bar. Above the counter, an obviously well-used bar is hung; it is this that the girls working will use should there be dancing, which is one reason many patrons choose to come aside from the drinks. Across the bar and near the back, there is a door that leads to the owner's office and just inside a stairwell that leads a apartment on the floor above the bar.

Rejoicing, merriment. It's Sunday, the work week starts all over again. THe boss surfaced with a warning that some folks were looking for her. Felix the agent, Teo, handful of others. Her stuff deposited and present from Milwaukee from some pit stop along the way home dished out, Abigail's parked at the end of the bar looking over the sale and figures before she's going to pack them up to be mailed to the accountant. Such is the life of owning a bar. Inquieries as to whether Agnes came in or not was met with a no and a twitch of her nose. But that's fine, bartenders seem to be a dime a dozen.

Rock music thumps through the bar and people still come to the bar to collect drinks, money exchanges hands, an occasional loud whoop whoop or laughter breaking in over the sound. As does the occasional breaking bottle which prompts a waitress to break out mop and broom.

And there is a girl, inside but not deeply inside. She sits at the first available table nursing a drink. Whatever it is is bronze colored and has ice, but is not distinguished by any bottle beside it nor fruit floating in it. Her head turns now and then as someone moves by, coming or going, or bumps her as they head in one direction or another. For all of the merrymaking, Emilie seems rather unaffected, she speaks to only those that appear to be offering apologies for bumping her or spilling a couple drops on her and even then it's just a word and a smile in response.

"Hey, bosslady, Julia quit while you were gone" That comes from Tanya the blonde as she saunters behind the bar towards Abigail's spot. "She what? why?" Abigail looks up from the books surprised. Why could this not have waited till after a week or the like, after her break down. "Great Heavens, are her shifts covered?" "Yeah, but it'll be tight, bunch of us are pushing overtime"

Emilie hears more or less of the conversation… rather less, actually. Mostly the word 'overtime', which happened to occur at just the right time. The dark haired girl looks up and over at the bar itself and seems to consider for a moment before finishing her drink, or at least the majority of her drink, and pushes to stand and head in the direction of the bar.

Great. "She leave a reason why?" "Yeah, she's moving i guess, found a guy in another city and is moving" Fabulous. Just fabulous. Abigail rubs her temples. "Grab all the resume's from the back, and I'll start calling, see if we can't get two more. They'll probably push the curfew back again soon and it'll be more hours to cover" Emilie is seen, noted, but Abigail doesn't do much other than write down another series of numbers.

Emilie bellies up to the bar, though in her case it's a great deal more like tiptoeing. She waits for a spot and once she's there, when she's nudged she does little other than glance at the person who elbowed her before looking back to the bar. Even then she waits until someone looks over at her before trying to give her order, in direct opposition to the whistles and hoots that others use to try and get the bartender's attention.

Emilie lucks out in that she's close to where the conversation is taking place. Abigail looks over again when the drink order is placed. "Welcome to Old Lucy's. Hope everythings to your satisfaction with your visit!" There's a little gold cross dangling at her throat and she offers a smile to the other woman.

Emilie smiles back, eyes dropping and then lifting again. As she waits for her drink, which turns out to just be soda, she's forced to more or less be still and she speaks up after a long moment, "How do you keep up with whether it is or not?" This isn't a criticism, but obviously the girl's not used to so very /much/ activity going on.

"Well, if it's not, people usually come tell us. One of us. That's how we know " Abigail points out nicely. "Happy people keep drinking, dancing, participating. Unhappy people, they sit in a corner and… well, we never see them again"

Emilie should walk away, her drink has been set in front of her, but she stays for the moment. At least she's not getting jabbed in the ribs again. A glance around shows her that everyone does seem to be drinking, dancing… whatever, and as her gaze comes back to the woman behind the bar she speaks again, "Seems like everyone's happy then. Well, everyone that's paying."

"Yup. They seem to" Abigail extends her hand out to the other woman. 'Abigail Beauchamp" Her southern drawl sweet and seemingly plucked straight fromt eh movies. "Owner. Former employee. You're not looking for a job are you?"

Emilie wipes her hand on her jeans before lifting it over the bar top to take the other woman's. She offers in return, "Emilie, pleasure to meet you, and being new in town, a job wouldn't be a bad thing just now."

"Got any experience waitressing or bar tending?" Abigail inquires. It's a firm shake, hand up, hand down and she lets it go.

Emilie pulls her hand back, but only as far as her glass, which it cups lightly. With a sigh that's probably unheard the dark haired girl shakes her head unsurely, "Not really. Cashiering, passing out beers. I can't mix anything fancy."

'Hey, that's more than I knew when I first came here. Mixing can be learned. You legal to work?" The blonde inquires, seeing to size up the other woman in regards to the bar. "Are you one who's willing to jump up on the bar top with the others or just prefer to work behind the bar and not do that sort of thing. Not that, you know, you're required to" Abigail closes the books she was working on, setting them to the side so she can focus on Emilie.

Emilie lets her smile return. Maybe this isn't a lost cause after all. But at the mention of the bar she looks over toward the bar and then looks back at Abigail and is already blushing just a little bit as she admits, "I don't even know how to dance. Not that I'm not willing to learn." A moment, then a nod and a smile. Probably thinking it over to herself.

"You don't gotta get up there, don't worry, unless you want to. The other ladies got it covered. but I need to know whether your legal to work or whether it has to be an under the table sorta deal. Just so I got all my ducks in a row" Abigail's taking a chance on someone who's fresh to the bar never seen in here before, but. One has to sometimes have blind faith.

Emilie oh's and heh's and then bobs her head, "I'm legal, I've got my ID around here somewhere. I just don't know if there's any licenses or anything I'd need to have?" She smiles deprecatingly, "This would be my first bar in New York."

"Can get you through bar tending school. Till you do that, you can serve it to the folks at the tables, you just really can't pour it, not supposed to, but Brenda can start training you. I should go get the application for you to fill out, but, if you come in later this week, we can do your 'audition' so to speak, if that's alright with you?"

Emilie shrugs and nods at the same time, "I guess I could get through school. I'm just not really established here or anything. Haven't really been working, I mean." Another soft smile, "How much do the schools cost?" But before Abigail can answer, the girl's continuing, "I can fill out an application but pretty much the same thing applies- I don't really have an address or anything, not yet."

"You can take it at online. It's easy. If I can get through it, you can get through it. Don't worry, the bar will cover it, if you stick it through here and stay employed here for at least 6 months" The blond offers. "Address, well again, not that big an issue" Really, not like Izzy had an address for her when she first came to work here. Abigail points to all the bartenders working in turn and lists off their names and their nicknames, each waving in turn as they do thier drink tricks, serve customers and joke around.

Emilie follows the hand and the introductions and realizes pretty quickly that she's never going to remember all of them, so tries to keep track of at least a few in the hopes others will come. That done she turns back toward Abigail and bobs her head, "Sure. I can try that. In fact, it sounds like fun. I've spent enough time at the library that they probably won't even notice me going in and out so I've got access." She smiles, "Oh, and I almost forgot to ask, what sorts of times did you have in mind? I prefer nights, if it's at all possible."

"Uhhh, well with the curfew, we're open from elven till eleven, so you're good, don't worry. This is a bar, not daycare" There's a wink from Abigail. "Stick around, watch what they do, lemme get the paperwork and hey,if you work out, you work out. If you don't, no harm right?"

Emilie actually smiles and seems to begin really relaxing. Her shoulders slouch a little more and her hand slides her drink, though doesn't actually lift it yet. A bob of her head shows her assent to Abigail's comment and a soft "Thanks," is offered. Maybe this town is going to be alright.

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