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Bartender

Violet has never been much of a party person, but she does enjoy bars. Chill and unpretentious bars, that is. Nowhere with rowdy, overgrown frat boys, fancy cocktails or girls in high heels who can't hold their liquor. She likes the ease of a place with regulars, where she can vibe and where the bartenders remember your order so you don't have to fight for their attention. A bar with some character, cheap drinks and an easygoing crowd, where you can hold a conversation without having to shout over the music. Violet just wants to be able to have a cold beer at the counter, maybe chat up a girl or two, and unwind after a long day.

That's why the blonde is glad her friend Louis had gotten a job at as a bouncer at a local bar called The Ambassador. From what she's heard, it's just the sort of place she would appreciate. He has been working there for a couple months now, so Violet and their other friends from the Ericsons decided to head over on a Friday night to check it out and visit him. It's a small bar not far from Violet's apartment, so the group meet there after work before walking over. City dwellers finally out letting loose after the work week combined with a big hockey game that night means that it's fairly crowded. They approach the door quickly to escape the cold and spot Louis checking IDs. It's hard to miss his charming figure, especially in a large, fur-trimmed winter coat.

"Hey, Lou" The blonde called out to her bestfriend, waving at him over some heads. He perks up and engulfs each one of them in a spine-crushing hug.

"Glad the gang could all make it," he says after releasing Violet, the last victim. She just looked at him and crossed her arms, "And about time!" he continued.

"Yeah sorry, the gym's been totally taking over my life lately," Marlon says apologetically, with Mitch nodding, indicating he's agreed and that's his reason as well.

"Work's been crazy," Brody adds. "they constantly need me for something. I swear the whole place would collapse without me there." She rolls her eyes.

Sophie, Ruby and Aasim's busy and is on their own world so the rest just looked at Violet, the blonde noticed and just shrugged, "I've got no excuse."

"Well you're here now, I suppose. Go on in. There are plenty of local beers on tap, it's free juke box night, and you can drop my name to get moved up in line for the pool table. I'll come join you on my break later." He ushers them inside and they hastily move into the warmth, removing beanies and blowing on their cold hands.

They enter the bar and Violet likes the atmosphere immediately. It's divided into two rooms, the first with the bar and a handful of high top tables, and another further back with a couple pool tables, dart boards, a jukebox, and a few squashy couches with cracks in their black material. The leaking foam gives evidence to the hundreds of rears that have made the couches their home over the years. The clientele looks to be mostly around their age, 20-somethings clad in denim and leather.

Brody and Marlon went to grab a table, While Mitch, Sophie and the other two went to the opposite side of the bar.

While the blonde is left alone, she approached the bar to get them drinks, since the others seems like they wouldn't be joining them any time soon. It's a long, wood-paneled bar with a row of rickety stools in front. The large collection of liquor bottles is displayed on the counter behind it, and a couple TVs hanging above are showing the hockey game. Violet squeezes herself in between two customers seated on stools and leans over the bar to look for the nearest bartender. A brunette girl in a cargo pants and a ripped tank top catches her eye, and Violet nods her head up to indicate her desire to order. She walks over to Violet, who notes the enticing sway of her hips.

"What can I get you?" the girl asks, giving Violet a bright smile. For a moment Violet is taken aback by her hazel eyes and dazzling smile. She is incredibly attractive. Cute pink lips, smooth tanned skin that's glistening slightly from the heated bar, curly locks that fall just past her shoulders, and those deep hazel eyes that are currently fixed on the blonde expectantly. Violet blinks and quickly regains her composure.