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Caitlin

Caitlin wasn't looking for her current job when she got it, but it was better than the alternative of scrubbing toilets in a prison, or what other people refer to as "college".

She had seen the advertisements in the paper once but thought nothing of it, not until her friend told her in an video call about this new restaurant she was a part of.

"Seriously? A circus tent?" Caitlin brushed her blonde hair, the monitor being the only light source in the room.

"I know, it's nuts! But it's bringing in a lot of money for the business, and they want more staff. I told them I'd ask you." Her friend Monica, whom she had known her entire life, was also brushing her hair in a dark room while talking to a monitor.

"You told them what?! I said I was thinking of getting a restaurant job! Damn you, Monica..."

"Hey, that's rude." The two stopped brushing their hair nearly simultaneously. "Besides, I thought you needed money."

"Yeah, but... wait, how do you know that?"

"Your brother put it on Facebook."

"That bastard, he's gonna be the death of me."

"So what happened?"

"I may have dropped a bucket of paint onto Marilyn's new dress..."

"Marilyn? The psycho rich bitch? Oh god, how much did she demand from you?"

"$2,000... or her dad tells my parents."

"So you really need the money."

"Yeah, no shit."

"Well, think the job over. Wait, look at this link, it's their website." A URL appeared in the chat box, which Caitlin clicked on. She wasn't fond of the website's advertisements.

"All the servers are women. That's a little sexist..."

"It's owned by women, it's a woman-only staffing team. THAT'S sexist. Do you want the money or not?"

"Ugh... they're dressed as clowns."

"Duh, it's a circus-themed place. Obviously they're dressed as clowns."

"You know I hate clowns!"

"Will you relax? It's just their outfits. We're not really clowns, you idiot."

"...Where do I sign up?" Caitlin begrudgingly said, slumping in her chair.

"I'll let my boss know you wanna join, and she'll make an appointment for you. Are you free next week?"

"On a scale of 1-to-America?" They both giggled.

"Yes."

"America."

"Awesome. I'll let you know when she gets back to me."

"Alright, cool. Now, I'm gonna play some XCOM 2. Fucking Spectres are OP..."
Caitlin, against her own judgement, was up until 4AM playing XCOM 2.

"I'd ask if this was the place... but there's only one huge circus tent in the world that makes actual money." Caitlin walked into the establishment shyly, taking in the scale of the room with awe. It was huge for a dining area, with multiple women in clown outfits swinging on cables from the ceiling to serve food to people sitting on tables around the edge of the upper floor. "My god... That takes skill." Suddenly a woman in a clown outfit approached her quickly.

"Hi there! You must be Caitlin!" The woman offered to shake her hand.

"Uh, yeah, that's me." Caitlin shook the clown's hand, causing jingling and squeaking to come from her body.