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Oh goodness. Since when did the population learn how to talk so much? Viv continued to sip on her drink as Alex babbled on and on. Yes, Alex was apparently his name. Seated, laughing, quite enjoying himself as he... Finished off the rest of his milkshake. Without even catching herself, Viv gawked at the speed as to which that milkshake was gone. Didn't he get a brain freeze or something? Apparently not, because he continued to ramble on and on. He was probably on a sugar high. Upon his idea of giving a daily-milkshake pass, Viv could only shake her head.
"No daily milkshake pass, Alex. You pay for what you buy, every day. You can't afford it, then you don't get a milkshake. It'll be $5.03, every time." Viv had figured that a milkshake was like a sundae. Sundaes were $4.99. Add tax. There it was, the price. The glass of wine? Probably cheaper. Something closer to $4.65. The tequila sunrise? Well, seeing as he was customer numero uno... The first drink was on the house. The second drink was going to be about the same price as the glass of wine. Then again, it was rail tequila. Okay so probably closer to three dollars.
Viv snapped herself out of calculating how much each of their drinks cost and gave a smile to them. The music once more changing up and thus the light show did as well. She noticed the woman sit down, a couple seats away from Alex, Clyde sat as well. The woman introduced herself as Kiana. "Pleasure to have you all in the bar. My name is Viv, I'm the owner and general manager." Figured a small introduction like that wouldn't hurt. They at least would know that she isn't just a simple bartender then. Viv gave a softer smile, not one that would be so wide as to show her sharpened fangs but just enough to let a peak of her pearly whites shine through. Her eyes scanned their glasses. Two were empty. One person's foot was tapping. Viv let her eyes fall upon Clyde's face. There was a glow about his cheeks. Soon, if he had another round, he just might be feeling it a bit more. He was speaking with Kiana, she had landed right next to him on the stools and Viv saw fit to turn and finish off her conversation with Alex. "So, you're kind of gonna be showing up a lot then, eh? Well I'm going to have to start getting ice cream portioned off then if that's going to happen. Make it ten times faster," Viv said with a gentle laugh, though it wasn't one from the heart. Ah, but appeared as though the strange, but very amusing man, was going to be leaving them. Viv nodded to him, fully expecting him to completely dip out and not return with the money. Why would he?
Alex disappeared into thin are and Viv tipped back her glass, finished off the last of her sunrise, and placed the glass in the dishwasher. Another glass was hauled up from a cooler, but this time she decided to go simple. Ice, vodka, sour. Skyy vodka to be exact. Not the cheap s**t. Giving a nod to the other two, Viv stepped towards the little door that led her out from behind the bar and actually onto the nightclub scene. It was a decent song, one that she had definitely loved to dance to when she was on her own, perhaps she could actually dance a bit without being noticed as she went to fiddle with the bass. Only three people, didn't need to have it so loud right now. Those tanned legs seemed elongated as she let her stiletto clad feet carry a swaying body across the floor. Drink in hand, her hips popping to the beat as her head bobbed up and down slightly.
Hey baby girl whatcha doin' tonight I wanna see what you got in store...Ah.
Givin' it your all whenya dancin' on me I wanna see if you can give me some more.. Ah
Viv felt her body jolt to stop and start dancing to the main course of the song. But it was the middle of the neon colored dance floor and she wasn't about to embarrass herself in front of the new customers. 'Besides. I don't dance when I'm working.' Viv confirmed that now was not the time, and instead she moved herself up to the DJ stand, legs carrying her up to the familiar area and placed the drink on a nearby stool. Bending over, she would disappear from sight for a moment as she located the volume, treble, and bass. The three were located, and soon the three guests would find it to be a much more comfortable atmosphere for speaking, yet on the dance floor the speakers surround the area. It was still considerably louder than by the bar. Part of Viv regretted turning it down, but then again, the other part did not. Viv's head would pop up again, her hand once more grasping the glass of alcohol and she took a long, much needed sip.