What's Your Poison?

Chelsea Hadler at your service. I can make anything you want, and I mean everything. 25 year old bartender here at Whitehill Need something? Just ask

[carter-duvall]

“Well, New York is a big city to explore even more. You may get stuck her for longer than a while.” Carter chuckled. “Most people would jump up and yell at me how I dare to trade with weapons and how war makes me rich.” He rolled his eyes annoyed, though, kept smiling at the brunette. “Yeah it is, though. I worked hard for it to come so far.”

[chelsea-hadler]

“Well I hope to have time to explore it all,” Chelsea said with a wink. She listened and watched the man’s reactions to her statement and how people usually act when told what he does. Noticing his slight annoyance, she wondered if it was with her or with those who responded unlike her. “Hard work is what’s needed, and I admire that. Obviously I haven’t done as much with my life, so I applaud those that do.”

[carter-duvall]

“Which place did you like the best so far? Is it New York or…what’s your next destination?” Carter smiled, giving her an interested look. “Yure, but don’t be shocked or something. Please.” He added before acually answering. “I’m the heir of my father’s armament manufacture. Currently administrating our newest location in New York.”

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea thought for a moment before answering. “I’m not sure where my next location will be. I’m liking New York quite a bit, so I may stay for awhile.” As she waited for the man to answer, she raised her eyebrows at the request. “I’ll do my best,” she answered, but when he said what he did the brunette couldn’t help but be slightly surprised. “That’s quite the inheritance. Kind of like Tony Stark.”

[carter-duvall]

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Carter chuckled, smiling playfully. “So you have no place you could call truly your home? - Bostong is my home, where I was born and raised. I mean I love New York, but even with my profession and all that stuff..it’s not yet complete.”

[chelsea-hadler]

“Well if you put it that way, I suppose not. I was born in Seattle and lived there for a few years until my parents split. Then my mom and I were always on the move. I guess I just kept that tradition up as I got older, moved out, and finished college.” Chelsea shrugged and smiled. “I like this place though, so maybe I’ll stay awhile.” At the remark about his profession, the brunette raised an eyebrow. “Your profession? May I ask what you do?”

[carter-duvall]

“Asking if I may touch your butt might be a more common question, but not my way of talking to a beautiful human being.” Carter smirked charmingly. “Would you call New York your home, do you even live here?” He started with that question first.

[chelsea-hadler]

“My butt, among other things, yes.” Chelsea let out a small laugh and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I live here now, yes. But most places are temporary for me. I move a lot.” She shrugged and said, “What about you? Is New York home for you?”

[carter-duvall]

“It’s a good feature to have when you work at this club for sure. Not many men and women have that.” Carter added. “Well..does it sound weird that I want to get to know you? You fascinate me somewhat.” He said with a genuine smile.

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea tilted her head slightly to the side ln response and said, ‘It is a little weird, yes. That’s not usually what people ask for around here.” She was intrigued even more now by this client. She returned the smile, and as she took a seat, asked, “What would you like to know?”

[carter-duvall]

“Thanks.” He gave her a grateful smile. “Perhaps your company? You seem different than the other girls walking around here. Other women would sit on my lap and beg for more if I give them a tip like this one. Not of my liking, not my intention why I hand out that dollar note to you, of course.”

[chelsea-hadler]

At his retort, the brunette checked the bar over her shoulder to nod to her coworker that she'd be with this client a bit longer. "My company can be arranged for a bit," Chelsea smiled and gave a small shrug before continuing. "I like to attempt to be somewhat professional around here." She looked at the man and mentally assessed him. "Now, how can my company be of service to you, sir?"

[ofocexneyes]

“I bet you got a lot of tips, huh?” she couldn’t see why she wouldn’t, she was a very attractive bartender, and that alone would get her good tips, flirting could get her even more “Just a client that got mad at me, he yelled at me, and stormed out, because he saw a hickey on breast”

[chelsea-hadler]

“I do alright, yeah. Pick a night and whatnot. I had a client other day leave almost a $90 tip. But the tips are split equally between all us bartenders at the end of each night.” Chelsea shrugged and as she listened to the girl she shook her head and raised her eyebrow. “Are you serious? That seems a bit over the top for one hickey. He sounds like an asshole who needs to learn how things work around here.” She leaned a bit closer to her and asked, “You sure you’re okay?”

[ofocexneyes]

“Yeah, definitely” she gave her co-worker a half smile, before taking a sip of the  drink “Gosh, I was needing this” she frowned, as she paced the glass once again on the balcoly “How has your night been? Better than mine hopefully”

[chelsea-hadler]

“Glad I could help,” Chelsea said as the girl took a drink. She leaned her back onto the edge and shrugged. “The usual, really. Angry drunks, big tippers, and of course the casual flirt.” The tender looked over at her coworker and asked, “What happened?”

[ofocexneyes]

After the client she just had, she was in desperate need of alcohol, she had forgot to tell her previous to that one not to mark her, since some clients didn’t like marks on their escorts, which was the case of that one she just had, he was mad at her for it, and yelled at her, some clients could be stressing “I don’t care, anything, as long as there’s alcohol in it”

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea eyed the girl and nodded. “Sure thing, darling.” She went to the bar and came back with a glass filled with a dark liquid. “Straight, on the rocks. Enough alcohol for you?”

[carter-duvall]

“Just a coke for me, please.” Carter said and handed her a hundred bucks beforehand. “Keep the rest.” He said with a friendly smile, which also reached his eyes.

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea eyed the man and tilted her head at the request. “Just a coke it is.” She took the bill and raised an eyebrow at the comment. “As you wish. I’ll be back shortly.” With that, the bartender left and returned in a few moments with the drink. “Here you go sir. Anything else?”

[wildride--cross]

Damian had just arrived for the evening and perched himself on a seat at a table to watch the show, content and in his own world Damian looked up to the bartender that had approached him and smiled. “I’ll take a bottle of your Krug champagne…1998 year if you still have any.” he said kindly, handing her his black bank card and tucked behind it was her generous tip.

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea nodded and said, “I’ll take a look for you, sir.” She took the card and raised an eyebrow at the tip but knew better than to say anything. “I’ll be back shortly. The tender walked away and returned a few minutes later with the bottle. “The last one in stock.”

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea walked her first round of the night, taking in the mood of Whitehill. She watched clients and workers alike enjoying themselves and slowly she approached a table where someone had just sat down. The bartender bent down slightly, smiled, and said, “Welcome to Whitehill. What can I get you?”

[amiehamilton]

“Thanks for the tip. I’m Amie.” The girl held out her hand to be shaken, grinning. “Spelled nice and annoyingly. Just how Mummy and Daddy liked it.” 

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea took Amie’s hand and shook it. “Interesting. Well my name is spelt the regular way.” She let go of the girl’s hand and eyed her. “So how’d you end up here?”

[ryanwantstoplay]

Hearing someone knocking at his office door, Ryan looked up, shouted a loud, strict ‘Come in’. A mischief appeared in his deep blue eyes, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I guess you already know why I called you over to my office, Ms/Mr …?”

[chelsea-hadler]

Chelsea walked to the manager’s office trying not to let her nerves get the better of her as she knocked on the door. When she entered, she swallowed hard and shook her head. “I actually don’t, Mr. Harrison.”

[amiehamilton]

“No one said I was good at entertaining the clients.”

[chelsea-hadler]

“I try to let them entertain themselves lately.” The other tender eyed her coworker. “I’m Chelsea, by the way.”

[amiehamilton]

“So a horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says… hey, why the long face?”

[chelsea-hadler]

“Well that’s one I haven’t heard in awhile.” 

[oliverbradbry]

“As you should. There are plenty of options for pleasure in this place,” she said with a sly smile. “Scotch is a popular poison around here.” Chelsea studied the man in front of her. “So what do they call you?”

“You can say that again, just a simple smile and you’re somewhere naked, with some hot woman on top of you.” He gave her a light wink, resting against the bar. “Seth by day, Superman by night.” He joked. 

[chelsea-hadler]

"That is certainly very true. As a bartender, I get to watch that happen across the room." Chelsea gave a light laugh at Seth's remark and said, "Seth it is. I'm Chelsea, and the pleasure is all mine."