So, she had a few hours to burn before her show started. It was almost 6:30pm and she hoped the place was open. She is dressed to party, a tiny blue plaid school girl skirt sits low on her hips. Clinging to her petite torso is a tight black tank top with a bright red anarchy symbol burned on her chest like a scarlet letter. Industrial, heavy duty boots on her feet, coming all the way up to her knee. The boots have a think rubber, wedge heel and are covered with metalic buckles. Her blonde hair is pulled into pigtails, white shock white bangs tickling over her blue glitter covered lids. She's young and dresses like she is fresh out of high school. Lets just say, she won't be buying alcohol here.
She pays any cover needed and enters the club. The booming music hits her like a bolt and she smiles. She dances through the crowd with ease, stopping to dance with random guys periodically as she makes her way across the room. Two guys actually recognize her and buy her a drink. She politely turns down the drink. Tells them she's straight edge and they suddenly seem less interested. She rolls her eyes.
"Pathetic, probably have to get girls drunk to get laid anyway," she bitches as she actually approaches the bar. "Pepsi with lime please!!"

Sean had just happened to be behind the bar, no hes not a bartender of any sort, but shes cute, and hes a liar.

"yea sure toots." He pours her some pepsi once he find it and adds a slice of lime that orphen had pre cute up.

"You have any friends meetin you here? you look lonely?" He says with his big hippie smile.

He looks down and thinks to himself that its a good thing the no shirt no shoe rule doesnt apply to him, because all hes wearing are some dirty jean shorts and an orange bandana.

She looks him over and smiles, leaning over the bar some, "Nah, just wasting time until my job starts."
She takes her drink, pinching the lime so the juice drips from her fingertips and into her drink. She looks up at him, over the rim of her glass as she takes a quick sip. She sets the glass down.
She extends her hand to him, "I'm Amanda."
She has to talk loud to be heard over the music.

Sean shakes her hand "Im sean, pleasure."

He looks around the bar to see if orphen will return to the abr soon and ruin his little game.

"So what you do for a job man,?" Sean looks her over, "Model?"

"Awe, aren't you just sugary sweet," she smirks. "I'm a local DJ. Nightwatch 101.7 with Junkie Drake."
She pulls her hand back, but stays leaned up against the bar.
"So, do you work here, or are you just running game on me?" she licks her lips slightly before smiling ever so sweetly.

Its VERY tempting for Orphen to wander over and ask Sean how his six kids are doing. Orphen may be a lot of things, but hes no cockblocker. So he just plays right along like Sean is one of the bartenders.

'Yo toss me the vanilla Stoli.' He points to a bottle at Seans hip he needs to finish making some very white russians for some very white non-russians.

Sean gives her a strange look, "Of course i work here, are you realy supposed to be here?" He stares at her for a second with a big grin.

He pours someone a gin & tonic, knowing how to make those luckily.  

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She laughs, "I can be where ever I wanna be sugar."
She sips her drink, glancing over to Orphen, then back to Sean. Lots of hot ass out and about tonight. She smirks.

"You've got power up in these streets?" Sean says using his best gangsta accent.

He pops out a darth vadar pez dispenser out of his pocket and pops a few in his mouth. He says with his big goofy 'Wanna smoke a joint and play some bass' smile.

"Can i ask you a personal question?..How old are you?" He says before she can answer his first question.  

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"I'm nineteen and straight-edge, so no jointage for me...But playing bass sounds cool...unless its code for something else," she narrows her eyes at him, but laughs. She could really care less if he poisons his body, its his body after all. She could waste her breath and attempt to educate him...but nah, he's cute and a welcome distraction at the moment.
"Is your break coming up?"

Sean looks down the bar at all the people, thinking if he could take a break. The light suddenly goes off in his head reminding him he doesnt realy work here, He just squats here.

"Yea, ive got a break coming up," He looks at his arm where there is no watch, "Right about...three, two, one, now."

"I live Downstairs, if you want to come with me while i have a cigarette?" He smiles "And then i can get a shirt."

"Lead the way handsome," she says. "But you know...I have to say it...smoking kills...."
She laughs, "but then again, so does mickey Dees....apparently."

Sean opens the door in the bar to let her in to go downstairs, "You have to die from something." He puts his hand out "After you."

He winks to orphen as he walks down the stairs behind her.

She smirks and heads down the stairs some, waiting for him to catch up.
"I suppose your right," she says. She wasn't going to argue a point. It'd be like beating her head on the wall.

Sean walks down the stairs behind her, spreading his arms when they get to the bottom, "Pretty sweet,eh?" He looks over all the bongs, hookas, and other smoking objects, "I Need to buy some lamp shades for those make them less suspicius lookin."

He grabs a green shirt of the couch that says (Truckers make good lovers.) Puts it on and slips some flip flops on before pulling a bent cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

She surveys the multitude of bongs and other smoing paraphenalia and curls her lip a bit. She quickly changes that to a smile.
"Yeah, could be worse I suppose," she says cheerily. She looks around a bit more before tunring her attention to Sean.

Sean fiddles with a bong on the table checking if anything is left in the bowl, "Make your self comfy, im done workin." He sits on the couch placing the cigarette in his mouth for a few drags before putting it out in an ashtray for later.

She smirks and moves to sit on the couch next to him. She's a bit at a loss for words at the moment and is desperately trying to think of something to say to avoid any awkward silences. She sighs and looks over to Sean.
"So, what do you do when you're not serving drinks and picking up chicks?"

Sean lifts the bong and takes the last rip out of it clearing the chamber and holding the hit in for a about 10 seconds thinking about what to say,

He blows the hit out, "Well, most of the time im employed by N.A.S.A, but right now im waiting for a contract to sign, giving me more money for my moonar landing." He puts the bong back on the table,

"What about you? when your not drinking pepsi, and following strange men into there house after 5 minutes of talking?"He smirks  

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She listens to the bullshit and laughs a bit.
"Hmm, when I'm not setting myself up for god only knows," she smirks. "I'm usually at the radio station talking to cooks and crazies about what they have heard and seen...supernaturally speaking..."
She looks at him and raises a brow, "You haven't seen anything strange or worth inspecting have you?"