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Post by Bambi Artemis Northwood on Feb 25, 2013 13:41:03 GMT -8
  The walk from the employee's parking lot to the back metal door was one that was too familiar one. After working at The Basement for a little over a year, the blond had made this short walk hundreds of times in the past. However, tonight had a different reason. Though she disliked mixing business with pleasure, especially when it came to her job, there weren't any other half as decent places to drink in Addison. And definitely none which gave her free drinks. Behind her a red pick up chirp-locked, protecting the spare set of riding clothes she always kept in the back seat. The infamous line to the Basement started at the front door, but due to the stragglers in who hung out in the back alley, the back door was always equipped with a bouncer, too. There was a permanent pile of cigarette butts near the corner of the building, which only seemed to diminish after a major storm.
Dropping her keys in her jacket pocket she crossed the parking lot in a couple long strides, lifting her hand in a small wave to the bouncer and quickly squeezing herself through the doorway. The typical properties of the club hit her like a wave: a small of alcohol and sweat, pounding music and a wall of body-induced heat. Thankfully the back door opened up to the small space behind the bar. She gave a brief wave to her coworkers and poured herself a small glass of vodka. Typically she enjoyed it with a bit of cranberry juice but she felt like tonight was the perfect night to enjoy the relaxation that accompanied the effects of straight vodka.
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notes: sorry; this is my first post in a while
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