Let's Get It Started {OPEN}

[Julie King]

Julie locked her computer and slid out away from her desk with a smile. Things were going well at Abyss. The new proposal she had come up with to incorporate theme nights into the usual line-up at Abyss had gone down well with the owner and she was planning her first themed party for the end of the month: Masquerade, high glitz, high glamor, high ticket prices. She already had the band booked and because of the promotions she had put into place the website was receiving a lot of traffic. Ticket sales were bound to be incredible, sold out most likely.

She stood with a smirk thinking about her success and smoothed down the white Roberto Cavalli backless sheath dress so that the black halos that accentuated the curve of her hip fell at just the right spot on her sides. She then pulled open the door to her office…which was far too tiny by the way, but we all have to start somewhere…and made her way down the hallway towards the main room. The waves of music were already pulsing with intensity as the night geared up to full swing and she could smell the humanity in the air, the combination of cologne, perfume, sweat, cigarettes, and other unmentionables.

Julie smirked and then strode into all the mass of teeming lust and hope and fun and dreams. She gently pushed her way to the bar and nodded to the tender on duty for the night. He smiled back at her expectantly. Julie hadn’t been a manager long, but long enough that most of the staff knew she was a bitch when she wanted/needed something done, and the best time they would have in a long time if she liked you. But Julie was fickle, she didn’t especially like mixing business with pleasure, especially in a precarious situation, but if the man or woman was cute enough…well can you blame her.

She slid into one of the barstools and nodded for him to give her the usual, a glass of champagne that was ridiculously expensive, that she ordered herself, and that she mostly drank by herself as well. She tapped her silver cigarette case open that traveled with her always and pulled a thin black clove from the case bringing it to her lips. Cloves tasted better in a crowd. And then she snapped her fingers at the tip producing a glowing orange flame. Her brightly painted red lips puffed delicately on the end and brought the clove flaring to life. She inhaled, sucking down all that delicious earthy taste and exhaled lightly making it look so fucking easy.

The champagne was slipped into her outstretched hand resting casually on the bar and the tender let his fingers linger a second longer than necessary on her pale ivory skin. Her icy eyes flashed to his in warning and he withdrew his hand as though he had been burned. He hadn’t of course. Julie wasn’t stupid. But she didn’t let people take liberties where they weren’t invited. It was just rude.

Julie brought the bubbly glass to her lips, took an exquisite sip letting the fizziness of the drink toil its way down her throat and then turned to face the crowd with a beatific smile. Just another evening for mayhem and madness. Her eyes searched the crowd…where to begin….