#zak002

Location: Decades 

The forced on, pearly white smile drops the second Simone turns her back to the table of men celebrating something. What exactly? She has no idea. She didn’t really care enough to remember. Sighing, she starts making her way through the nightclub again when crosses paths with Zak, who’s as smug and as punchable as ever. Great. “I’m not doing this with you tonight, Zakarias,” Simone says, and though she tries keeping her unfazed composure, embarrassment hits her like a mack truck. Employment and Simone are two things, in her opinion, that don’t belong in the same sentence. Labor of any sort has never been an aspiration for Simone, including this job – where her sole responsibility is being pretty. Of course, there’s the part where she brings bottles of top self liquor to tables and on occasion, slips patrons something a little more potent that’s not on the menu, but being ugly doesn’t exactly land someone a job like this. And the issue isn’t either or not it’s hard, back breaking work. It’s easy enough, but why couldn’t rich men just give her money like they used to? Why did she have to work for it? Life’s so unfair, and if it couldn’t get any worse, now she’s here with Zak.