#801.start

[sterlingpng-blog]

“please ask whoever is working the bar for an amaretto 151, and bring it back to me, would you?” his gazed shifted to the employee that occupied his office’s entryway. the muffled thumping of the club could be heard from the small room. he simply flashed the person a quick smile before turning his attention back to the stack of papers before him. the club owner thumbed through applications, forms, and bills before noticing the person hadn’t budged. “-- on the rocks, please. thank you.” 

[ofdylanisms-blog]

walking up towards the bar of the club, the brunette lugged her backpack, guitar case and tugged lightly on kai’s leash, unsure if she should even bring her pitbull into the club but ash hadn’t come to pick her up at the greyhound station. holding a folded up piece of paper in her free hand, she glanced up at the blaring sign that read 801 NIGHTCLUB in bright red neon lights before nodding to herself and shoving it back into her jacket. “hello? um, i’m here for the band. sleepwalkers, i think. anyways, my brother’s the lead singer and he told me to come here if he wasn’t home. oh, and don’t worry about kai- he’s perfectly potty trained and i have,” dylan paused, pulling out a string of tied up poop bags from her backpack, “doggie bags!”

[shylo-bae-blog]

With nerves wracking her slender frame, Shylo tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and stepped up to the bar, the brunette’s gaze searching her opulent surroundings for a bartender in hopes of being served. Her poison of choice, yet undecided whilst she perused the menu, hung high on the wall, knowing that alcohol of any description would go a long way to settling her burgeoning nerves. Perching herself precariously on the edge of a rather elegant stool lining the bar, Shylo’s arms rested along the surface of the counter, her dainty fingertips drumming anxiously and the tips of her booted feet, tapping against the floor within easy reach -surprising, given her petite stature. It wasn’t even her first night on the job, but she was still getting used to everything and learning the staff members names was proving more difficult than she’d ever imagined. She only hoped she could at least feign recognition when the next person employed at the club, crossed her path.