Once A Sweet Song

Chapter 3 - Make Up Shift

Chapter 3

Laure tied her blue hair in a high ponytail after tying the black apron around her waist. A few strands of blue escaped the hair tie and framed her face, where they covered the piercings around her ears; two small, silver hoops around her cartilage at the top while two stars and a gold cross hooped on the lower earlobes. The opposite side had three medium sized hoops around her lower lobes and two silver studs on the cartilage at the top. She'd changed into a more work presentable/acceptable clothing-wear from her snug university clothes, which consisted of a plain black long sleeved top with a neckline that dipped a little, but not outrageously, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of black 4-inch pumps. Heels aren’t the best things to work in but what can you do about job requirements? Honestly, she always had her suspicions that it was just Damon wanting to see her legs in heels. Her eyes had a thick line of black on the top lid and medium line that only went halfway on her lower lid. Silvery-black eyeshadow glittered on her eyelids where her lashes were curled up and sustained by mascara. She was completely different when she was at shift; nobody would have even known that it was her.

Laure was known as the ‘Silent-tender’; she’s best part mixologist and part bartender in the block but never says a word, never sharing her secrets. She can be quite the crowd pleaser, giving quite a show when throwing drinks around to mix them, concocting Lord knows what. No one ever seems to have gotten sick from her drinks. While she can mix quite the drink, Laure can also work quickly serving your ordinary drinks and filling beers for the alcohol-thirsty people milling around and about.

“Hey sweetheart! Can we get a couple o’ beers over here?”  She gave a thumbs up as she rounded two beer glasses in one hand and one in the other while it pulled the lever to fill the cups with beer. She slid the beers across the counter to where the man was, the beer sloshed a little when it hit his elbow. He wiped his arm before giving her a thumbs up and thanking her.

“Yo, Lau! Two Margaritas, one Metropolitan and one o’ ya specials please!” Jax, one of the waitresses that went around the club, yelled from the side. No longer sure where Jax was, Laure simple raised her hand in the air and made a drink sign with her thumb and pinky stuck out while the rest was closed. She put the orders on a circular tray and clapped her hands three times, her signal for Jax that the order was ready.

“Thanks, girl!” And the bustling waitress was already gone before she could turn around.

It was only nine o’ clock and the place was already busy and filled to the brim. Usually, the rush came around ten but it was also a working day.

Oh well. As long as they bring their wallets, I don’t give half a crap.

The rush had started to calm down a little by 11:30; people had their drinks and started dancing or they’d settled down in a booth with friends and whatnot. Some people made out, some people were leaving together and some were passed out in a booth already - all in all, things were calming down.

A customer sat down on a bar stool. Laure knew from the squeaky sound the chair emitted when a heavy pressure was upon it. She didn’t turn around - they usually just called out an order so why turn around if you’re not going to speak anyways. She’s already facing the liquor so might as well just wait for the order and start making it.

“Er... hey. Can I get a beer please?” A gruff but familiar sounding voice.

Laure, still facing her back to the customer, moved her hand in a circular motion, as if asking for more information.

“What do you got here?” They asked in turn. She slumped her shoulders and was about to puy down the Beer glasses she was drying, to clap her hands above her head to signal for a waiter or waitress to tend to him when somebody else spoke up.