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Max no longer works at the club.
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Your real name. No aliases: we'll figure it out sooner or later and you'll be less one job immediately. |
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| *looks up from the rows of neatly positioned bottles she's counting* Oh, hi. *wipes her hand and holds it out* Maxine Lyman. It's a pleasure. *shakes firmly* | |
| So, is that just between you and me, or do you have somethin' else you'd rather we call ya? | |
| *shrugs* Mostly, people just call me Max. *points at the bouncer leaning against the far wall* Nate calls me Dummy. *grins affectionately at him and flashes an obscene gesture that's quickly reciprocated* But you can call me Max. *pointedly* | |
| How old are ya? | |
| Twenty-two this past May. *nods* | |
| Say I die tonight an' there are new guys at the door tomorrow when ya come in for work. How do they know it's you? What do you look like? | |
| *pauses, then looks down at herself* Oh. I have dark hair and eyes. I'm about 5'8", fairly slender. *shrugs* *has pointed, mouse-like features adorning her face, large brown eyes, and shoulder-length brown hair, messily parted down the middle* | |
| Right. What's your background like? And got any education -- can ya read an' write? | |
| Well, I grew up with my parents and Nate � he's my twin � over in Williamsburg. My parents still live there. Nate and I left to see where life would take us. *pauses* It was just too hard saying goodbye to me, so he didn't. The poor thing would be lost without me. He needs my influence guiding him, or some other such nonsense. I would say it was sweet, but it lost its charm a long time ago. | |
| Describe yourself, your personality. | |
| *cocks her head in thought* I'm...just me. Nate'll probably tell you all sorts of unflattering thing about me, but only some of it's true. *grins easily and leans in to whisper* He's jealous of my sparkling pesonality and wit. *is social and friendly, rarely striking up a conversation, but always eager to participate in one* | |
| Criminal record, prior arrests or convictions to speak of? | |
| *lifts her eyebrows* Uh, no. Sorry to disappoint you, but I've been a little more careful than that. *pauses* You might want to ask Nate that, though. He gets himself into trouble a lot. *grins* | |
| Got any family around, or friends? | |
| *almost laughs* This place keeps me too busy to date anyone. But I still talk to my parents every Sunday, and I see Nate all the time. *shrugs* He's my best friend, when he's not being the sharp pain in my backside. *grins* Of course, if he keeps trying to marry me off to every guy he sees, I'm going to have to kick his butt. | |
| What're your skills, an' what kind of job do you want? | |
| *shrugs* I used to work at the Country Kitchen a few years ago, and when the bartender was sick or busy, I'd watch the bar for him. I was hoping I could do that here. I'm pretty good at it, you know. | |
| Anything else? | |
| *looks around for a moment* I think that about covers it. I should get back to... *waves vaguely at the bottles* this. It needs to be counted and stocked before the bar opens. But enjoy your visit to the Club. | |
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