fire and water
@247wonshik
2014 - a busy spring night at the club
It’s been a few tedious and fruitless months of going around town applying to jobs left and right. But with a gaping hole of four years in which she didn’t do anything that she can mention, there aren’t many people willing to hire her. After all, it makes her look like a bum who doesn’t want to work. Nothing is less true, of course, but people aren’t as open-minded anymore these days to just hire whoever shows up asking for the job. Probably because it has proven to not work out for them in the past.
She’s long given up the hope of finding a job in a clothing store or something of the sorts, but even the supermarkets have denied her as well and now she’s doing the last thing she can think of: use her recently developed skills in order to make a living. There was a sports centre where they taught self defence classes, but somehow they didn’t seem to think it proper for a woman of her posture to teach them. It makes all the more sense to her, to prove that even someone with her stature can defend themselves easily, but she doesn’t call the shots.
So now, she’s going past the night clubs. Because night clubs need bouncers, which is something she’s pretty sure she can do. And aside from that the late working hours mean she will have entire days to herself to do nothing but sleep and write. It honestly sounds like a good idea. But once again her search has brought her past several night clubs to no avail, her somewhat petite figure and slender built are not convincing anyone that she’s good for the job.
Lush Night Club is one of the last names on her list. Her hope for actually finding a job is dwindling fast and she feels like if she can’t nail this interview she’s going to have no other choice but to go into the cleaning sector. But sticking her gloved hands into other people’s toilets is definitely not the type of thing she thought of getting into. She would much rather go right back to smuggling in that case.
Taking a deep breath, Shinhye straightens up and takes a deep breath, walking into the night club. She beelines for the bar, where she asks for the owner of the place because she’d like to apply for a job. There is a moment’s wait in which someone goes to check, probably, if the boss is in, and then she’s asked to come through. But instead of going to an office, she’s asked to follow them up to one of the VIP areas, where a young man on a couch is pointed as being the owner of the place.
She manages to shake off her surprise quickly enough to walk over to the man, the sound of her high heels drowning in the loud music, despite the fact that the night is still young. Coming to a stop at the couches, Shinhye instantly dips into a polite bow. “Good evening, sir,” she greets the male in the most formal of wordings she can muster. “My name is Park Shinhye. I’m here to apply for a job. I could work as a bartender, or a bouncer, or something else you might need.” She straightens again and allows her gaze to lock with that of the male, reaching out the paper with her information on it.
