By the time Kinsley left her office and entered the club’s lounge, everyone for the most part had vacated the premises. As she took a seat at the black baby grand piano with drink in hand, she took a moment to appreciate the smell of expensive cigars still wafting through the air. The brunette couldn’t explain it, but there was something special about the first few minutes after closing; once the controlled chaos had fallen away, leaving a wave of calm in it’s wake Unlike Bennett, her counterpart, Kins had spent the past several hours averting crisis after crisis, all while simultaneously dealing with what felt like an ever diminishing inventory. That being said, instead of feeling exhausted, Kinsley felt ridiculously keyed-up. Something she always seemed to experience after an insanely busy night. Knowing she needed to find her zen, she took a sip from her lowball while dancing her free fingers along the slick keyboard. However, before she could lose herself in the sounds of soothing jazz, she heard a few footsteps, followed by someone’s voice. With a heavy sigh, Kinsley glanced up from the piano and stared at her unexpected audeince, “Sorry, I thought I was alone,” she shrugged before placing her glass on the ebony colored wood, “would you prefer I wait until your done or would you like to make a request.”
