The Right Fit


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Scene Title The Right Fit
Synopsis Eve drops by the Orchid Lounge to apply for a job.
Date September 23, 2008

Orchid Lounge

The Orchid Lounge, owned by the mother of Senator Nathan Petrelli, is an Asian-inspired martini bar lit by candlelight and the soft glow of wall sconces spaced evenly throughout the room. Although there aren't any employees at the door to check for identification, it's unusual to find anyone in the college-aged crowd at the Lounge, which caters to young professionals with plenty of extra money to burn. During the day, the plush burgundy drapes affixed to the windows are used to filter out the sounds of traffic and at night are drawn back to allow passersby a glimpse inside.

Seating is simple: clusters of rectangular tables fashioned from white marble, each with two leather benches parallel to the longest sides. Silk pillows in varying shades of red, brown, yellow and orange lend a splash of colour to the Lounge, vivid against the pale walls and black-painted cement floor. On one wall is a giant mirror with an intricately carved frame that reflects almost everything in the room and makes the space appear twice as large as it really is. Clearly, the proprietor of this establishment wanted to get her money's worth - real estate in this part of town isn't cheap!

After being closed up in the Ferryman safehouse, Eve decided that she needed to find a job. Seeing as things with PARIAH were on the fritz, she needed something to do than just to sit around the safehouse and do nothing, well? She did have others things that she could do but finding a job had been on her list of things to do for awhile now. Eve is wearing a backless black dress and black leather boots, her hair is down and falls to the middle of her back. Her eyes scan the lounge and she tilts her head.

Early evening at the Orchid Lounge isn't a particularly busy time, given the establishment's small size and the number of people in New York who live the type of lifestyle that it caters to. This isn't to say Eve didn't choose a good time to drop by. Although Angela Petrelli owns the Orchid on paper, it's rare for her to be seen mingling with the clientele. Fortunately, tonight is one of those rare nights she can be found at one of the otherwise empty tables, idly tracing the tip of her finger along the rim of her wine glass as she watches the lounge's pianist warm up for the seven o'clock performance.

Eve looks around the room and then spots Angela, she blinks and goes to walk over to the woman, "Hey, my name is Eve and I am looking for a job here, as a singer. Do you know where the owner is? I heard she owns this place." Eve brushes a strand of hair out her eyes and she cants her head as she studies the older woman.

"So she does," Angela responds, although her gaze doesn't immediately leave the pianist. She raises the wine glass to her lips and takes a slow sip, pausing to wipe her lipstick from the rim before finally turning her attention to the young woman in front of her. "What sort of job are you looking for, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Well, I do love to sing and I was hoping that this place needed a good singer to perform." She smiles gently and nods at the woman, "I've been looking at a few places and haven't really found the right fit, maybe this will be it." Eve looks hopeful and decides to tentatively take a seat at the table.

Angela lets out a small, almost imperceptible snort through her nostrils and glances down at her wine. Although the look on her face is a disdainful one, the expression she wears holds a contemplative hint as well. "I don't suppose you have a resume."

Eve tilts her head at the older woman but doesn't say anything about her attitude, "I have never sang professionally but if you would like. I could sing right now to show you" she is starting to guess that the woman is either a manger or something. She folds her hands on the table and looks at the woman, "Do I need to have a resume in order to get hired here?"

"It was a rhetorical question, dear." Angela cracks a smile small and shakes her head. "I don't expect you to produce any references. Artists rarely do." She sets her glass down and straightens in her seat, posture rigid. "Kasey Clare, our regular vocalist, is visiting her parents in Chicago this week. How would you feel about taking her place on Thursday evening?"

Eve smiles softly and nods her head at Angela, "That would be so great. Thank you so much" she nods and holds out her hand, "I'm Eve Mas". YAY YAY YAY! Job job!! Eve is positively giddy inside but she must hold her composure. "It's so nice of you, to give me this opportunity."

Angela closes her fingers around Eve's hand but does not squeeze it. Her skin is unusually cold to the touch, so perhaps it's a good thing that the handshake doesn't last any longer than Angela deems necessary. "Don't thank me yet, Ms. Mas. I won't take you on full time unless your performance surpasses my expectations. Not that they're very high at the moment."

The younger woman blinks and nods her head as she takes her hand back, "Thank you, I won't disappoint." Eve then looks down at the table and looks at Angela's glass, "I do believe I need a drink." She sighs and rubs her temples, "Not getting sleep surely does not do me any good."

Eve may not have had Angela's full attention before, but there's something about the way she phrases her complaint that causes the Orchid's owner to stiffen, her fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist. The expression on her face, however, remains as cool as ever. "Insomnia?" she asks.

"Well it's like I never get sleep, because of these? well these dreams I have" she says and keeps her head down, maybe the woman won't think anything of it. Maybe will just chalk it up as nightmares. "They just leave me feeling like I haven't gotten any sleep." Eve runs her fingers across the table's surface.

"They have medication for that, you know. Benzodiazepines, back in my day — Ambien and Lunesta are the new things to try." Angela's stare grows distance, and she turns her attention — once again — back to the pianist and the clock mounted on the wall above the piano. "Fifteen minutes to seven," she mumbles under her breath. "I need to clear out before the regulars start arriving, but it was a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Mas. We'll see each other again in a few days, hm?"

"Okay, thank you so much again!" Eve smiles and stands, "I should be going too and I'll check into the medicine, thanks for the tip." she says and begins to leave the lounge, her dress rustling as she moves.

Angela watches Eve depart the lounge through narrowed eyes. When the door closes behind her, she leans back in her seat and flags down a server with a flick one one wrist while gesturing for him to remove her glass from the table with the other. Eve probably doesn't realize it yet, but with a few simple words she has potentially compromised her position within PARIAH. Whether or not she has any talent for singing, Mrs. Petrelli will be keeping a close eye on her from now on. Dreams that keep her awake at night? How quaint.

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