Hell of a Season || Anais/Celeste
4 o'clock. I was past four in the evening and not a single person had walked through the doors of Jinx yet. Anais had come in early to help the other employees set up the tables and other nefarious tasks, but apparently tonight wouldn't be as busy as they anticipated. "Well, fuck," Anais muttered under her breath as she tapped the side of her clipboard against the podium she always stood at. It was too bad she was working already, otherwise she'd order a drink for herself.
But alcohol and fire don't mesh well, do they? It blows up, doesn't it? a little voice sneered. You're the reason I drink in the first place, she shot back.
Not having any work to do didn't mean she couldn't spend the whole night arguing with her own thoughts. That was practically a given though, how else would she pass the time? The familiar ding of someone entering the bar snapped Anais out of her thoughts. A smile was plastered on almost as a reflex, her back immediately straightening and her voice coming out in a cheerful tone that could outshine the sun.
"Hello there, how are we tonight?"
The two women who entered shrugged dismissively and walked right past her, making their way to the empty bar and loudly ordering themselves some weird drink that had come with the new menu. "Well, o-fucking-kay then," she muttered to herself, fingering the leather covers of the menus pinned under her elbow. It was going to be a long night.
