Post by Brilee McKenzie Wright on Dec 9, 2012 17:19:48 GMT -6
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| [atrb=width,300] [style= position: relative; top: -8px; left: 1px;] [/style] N-now we're getting so smashed. Knocking over trash cans. Eurbody breakin' bottles, It's a filthy hot mess. There's a place downtown, Where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall.[style= letter-spacing: 3px]It's a dirty free for all. |
It was called his 'smoke break', though Brilee did not smoke. He needed an escape from the smoke that collected in the building. Bri sighed softly as he rested against the side of the building, closing his eyes for a moment. It was just another night working at Curiosity, and the 'young' man wished he worked it with his best friend. Instead, Areli was back at their shared apartment while he was there, serving drinks to people who looked like minors. His hair fell in loose curls that evening, and he looked as effeminate as ever. Most people always mistook him for a girl, though he was quite proud of the fact that he was a guy. He just liked to look pretty. That was no crime, was it? He did not think so. Bri never led someone to believe he was a girl when he actually liked someone, or he could tell someone wanted to try to hook up with him. He always let them know outright that he was a guy. It tended to put off some people, but others did not care. Lee was freezing in his leather coat, since it did not do too well to cover his exposed thighs, and he had a feeling he would not be spending his entire fifteen minutes out there. It was probably a good thing. He did not need to go back to work with frozen fingers and end up dropping a bottle. The man went back into the building and into the employee's break room in the back to drop his coat off in his locker and check his makeup, taking a few big drinks of water. It was already starting to get rather toasty again. That was one thing he liked about working at a place like that, it was usually always pretty warm. Curiosity was not a club like Icon, but the place still seemed to pack the people in. Plus, moving around the bar a lot to take peoples' orders was enough to raise one's temperature. Brilee double-checked the time a few times before it was actually the moment he needed to go back to work. Once he went back out there, he smiled, stopping at a few of the regulars' tables to see if he could help them in any way. Then, it was back to the bar to take peoples' orders and mix drinks. He got a few more beers for the couple of guys sitting near the middle, yammering away about football, smiling at them both before moving on to the woman who came in for two glasses of wine every day after work, double checking that she had all she needed. Bri then went and smiled at someone who just came up to the bar. Not knowing if they had already placed orders before and needed more, or if the person simply just got there, Brilee smiled and said, "What can I do ya for, darlin'?" His accent, he was told, often made him sound charming, and he had a warm, friendly smile to match it. Bri was such a people person that he was definitely in his element working at a place like that. It tended to not surprise people when they found out that he was a bartender. What he did not parade about was the fact that he was also a dancer at PLUR. While he enjoyed it and found the place to be pretty respectable, he knew that not everybody thought of those types of dancers in respectful manners for any reasons. It was quite sad, really. With as far as everything had changed since he really was young, he could not believe so many closed minded thoughts still existed.
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