Interview with a Bartender [Indigo]
Posted: 11 Apr 2016, 01:56
Despite the influx of fledglings and humans into Harper's Rock, it seemed to Amalea, manager of The Dungeon, that finding employees was much like finding a needle in a haystack. Her and Aysel, the manager for the other portion of the club - The Necropolis, - had put out help wanted ads weeks ago, with very little success. The one sitting on the red-head's desk was the first they had received. There had been no red-flags that set off her warning bells, so she had invited the woman in for an interview.
Waiting for her candidate to arrive, the human rose from her desk to make her way over to the small seating area on the opposite end of the office. She plucked the pillows off each end of the couch only to fluff them up before replacing them. Turning, she repeated her actions on the sole pillow occupying the upholstered chair. Magazines laying on the table between were tidied up before she nodded in approval. Lea wasn't a neat or organizational freak by any means, but she did believe that first impressions counted just as much for the employer as the perspective employee.
A glance at the clock told the human that her guest would arrive shortly as she depressed the catch that opened a hidden rest area. Stepping though, she turned to use the mirror to check her appearance. With practiced ease, lip gloss and eyeshadow were touched up before she straightened her shirt. It was a classic plunge v-style neckline that had looked far too low cut on the hanger, but fit the red-head perfectly. Ensuring her pin was safely secured, she smiled at her reflection before retreating back to the office and closing the door.
The security staff had already been made aware of the interview and shown the woman's photo. It was her standard procedure to do so, if she had a photo available, as it helped cut down on others trying the 'I have a meeting with the manager' tactic to get through the door. What most didn't realize was that once a legitimate visitor was through the door, they were met by an escort that brought them to the office. This ensured that they weren't disturbed and didn't end up lost. Lea also found it more professional than just giving simple directions, particularly since the club was about catering to its clientele.
Outfit
Waiting for her candidate to arrive, the human rose from her desk to make her way over to the small seating area on the opposite end of the office. She plucked the pillows off each end of the couch only to fluff them up before replacing them. Turning, she repeated her actions on the sole pillow occupying the upholstered chair. Magazines laying on the table between were tidied up before she nodded in approval. Lea wasn't a neat or organizational freak by any means, but she did believe that first impressions counted just as much for the employer as the perspective employee.
A glance at the clock told the human that her guest would arrive shortly as she depressed the catch that opened a hidden rest area. Stepping though, she turned to use the mirror to check her appearance. With practiced ease, lip gloss and eyeshadow were touched up before she straightened her shirt. It was a classic plunge v-style neckline that had looked far too low cut on the hanger, but fit the red-head perfectly. Ensuring her pin was safely secured, she smiled at her reflection before retreating back to the office and closing the door.
The security staff had already been made aware of the interview and shown the woman's photo. It was her standard procedure to do so, if she had a photo available, as it helped cut down on others trying the 'I have a meeting with the manager' tactic to get through the door. What most didn't realize was that once a legitimate visitor was through the door, they were met by an escort that brought them to the office. This ensured that they weren't disturbed and didn't end up lost. Lea also found it more professional than just giving simple directions, particularly since the club was about catering to its clientele.
Outfit
