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It wasn't odd to see the Greek Celestial up and about in the wee hours of the morning. He supposed it had to do with the fact that he once was a star than shone brightest at night, but whatever the case, it was impossible to have him be awake before six o'clock in the evening---and that was only when he had urgent business to settle at The Siren's Cove, his pride and joy in Evermore City. It just so happened that today was one of those days: in the next week, there was set to be an event down at the nightclub, and there was a vacant spot for a bartender that needed to be filled ASAP.
It took the man about ten minutes to ready himself for the night, picking out his favourite black button-down tee, a pair of black chinos, and a pair of leather shoes to don. When it came to job interviews, Siri was sure to appear as polished as he possibly could, especially considering that his hair was adamant to stay messy, tousle, and all sorts of disheveled. Grabbing his dark brown messenger bag, he hastily made his way out of his penthouse, down to the lobby of the building, and out to make the five minute walk towards the alley where the club was located.
Upon descending the flight of stairs that lead from the steel door in the alley to the underground nightclub, Sirius greeted his staff who were already there, setting up for the night. He grabbed a bottle of gin from the bar as he made his way around, heading to the back room. He'd made that into his office, equipped with high-speed WiFi, a mini-fridge, and a large Mac resting on a mahogany desk. He let his messenger bag rest on the table top with a low sigh, slumping into his chair as he ran his fingers through his messy brown locks. He was not in the mood to interview anyone at the current moment, but as the event was a week away, he needed someone who could start training immediately to be ready for the chaos that would definitely go down.
A knock at the door drew his attention as he started up the computer, the man raising an eyebrow as his head bartender as she leaned on the doorframe. "There's one of the newbies here for an interview, Thell," she slurred, boredom dripping from her words. Her tone amused the Greek male, who smirked as he looked at her from under his thick lashes. He knew that the woman before him just wanted her boss to pick a bartender ASAP so that she could start training them, and his indecisiveness and pickiness were already starting to get on her nerves. "Send her in then," he slurred with an airy gesture, looking back at the computer screen as he quickly pulled up a document with all the pre-written questions he'd readied.
The sound of footsteps entering the room caught his attention, and clearing his throat, Sirius rose to his feet. His gaze was still trained on the monitor for a moment longer before turning his attention to his guest, his lips parting as the words of a greeting were about to form. However, upon seeing the young brunette who had walked in, no sounds left his mouth as he stood, wide-eyed in shock. 'Lo and behold, standing before him, was a blast from his past---an Initia woman he'd smuggled almost thirty years before to the New World. He gawked, blinking rapidly, stunned before he actually remembered himself, and that he could talk.
"Laine?" he said, his tone laced with disbelief. Her lack of recognition, however, caught him off-guard. His brow creased slightly as confusion set momentarily in his amber hues. A flicker of a memory flashed through his mind, and the words of Ophelia echoed through his thoughts. People from their past would not be able to recognise them, he remembered, and he forced himself to regain his composure, and played off his earlier slip-up as a request for confirmation on her identity. "Laine Kinzel?"
"Please, have a seat," he then said, a casual smile forming upon his lips as he gestured to one of the two black leather chairs placed at the opposite side of his desk. He would sit when she did, and extend his hand out. "Could I have your resumé, please?" he'd ask politely, trying to refrain to asking the questions that were bounding in his mind: how had the sisters been? where had they gone after they docked? how had life treated them?
"So," he'd say as he set his gaze on the paper she'd had to him, skimming over the inked words, "why do you want to be a bartender here? Have you had any prior experience in customer service? Especially in the nightclub industry? It gets rather chaotic here." He would look over the top at the paper at Laine, an eyebrow raised slightly as he await her response. Without a doubt, he would give her this job. The yearning to reconnect with the Kinzel sisters bore a hole through his chest. However, he could not seem to eager, or he knew that he would scare off the younger of the two, and probably lose his chance to know them again.
Sirius couldn't help but let a smirk pull at the corners of his lips as the younger of the Kinzle sisters went on about why he should employ her. He thought that she had quite a bit of gusto, and really did seem eager. The fact that she was willingly to call out people on their behaviour was exactly what he wanted from his bartenders---he didn't want people that would let customers walk all over them just to get a tip. His bartenders needed a backbone, and be confident enough to stand up for themselves. "Well, feel free to curse out whomever does anything like that here--your job will be safe, i assure you," he chuckled softly, his eyes still focussed on the paper gently grasped between his fingers.
He looked up through his lashes a moment later, pursing his lips as he set Laine's resume on his desk. He leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he linked his fingers across his chest. "Well, Miss Kinzle, I would love to hire you, but there are a few things you'll need to be aware of," he started, raising an eyebrow slightly at the brunette. "First of all, you'll have to come at least five nights out of seven this week so we can train you to deal with orders coming in quickly, as well as how to work behind the bar---considering you've never worked as a bartender before. After that period of time, we'll see how you do during an event we're holding the next week, and we do well, you'll get to choose how many nights you want to work here." He paused for a moment, reading Laine's expression before he continued.
Sucking in a deep breathe through his teeth, Sirius then said, "Then, there's the matter of business in this club." He hesitated, not knowing how Laine would react. "I will just cut straight to the chase here: The Siren's Cove is highly illegal: we run a lot of smuggling operations, black market trading---all that jazz. Bribing the cops is the norm here, but we have terms of agreement with them that you will have to get somewhat familiar with. Now, as a bartender you will not be directly involved with any of the ongoings, but I find it to be fair that you have a head's up on what you're getting involved with here." Taking another breath, the Celestial pushed himself forwards to fold his arms on his desk, leaning forward. "I'm willing to take a chance on you, Laine, and if you're willing to work here despite whatever underground operations I run here, I think that you'll be a great fit here at The Siren's Cove. But, you must be willing to work hard and on your feet. So, what do I say?" he concluded, a smirk toying at the corners of his lips once more. "I say welcome to the team."
Her enthusiasm brought a grin to his chiselled features, and he put the resumé to the side of his desk. He didn't need to look at it now, for there was nothing more of use printed on the stark-white paper. His full attention was now on Laine, taking in her every word as she responded to the terms of working in a place such as his establishment. "No need to call me sir, Laine," he said with a wave of his hand. "We're all rather informal here. The people here call me Sirius, Siri, or Thell---a shortened version of my middle name, Othello," he mused. "I've even just been addressed with a nod and a rather irritated 'you' from one of my barmaids, so you can guess the usual vibe around here from that."
Her reaction to the illegal activities conducted at The Siren's Cove wasn't one of hesitation and second-thought---on the contrary, it seemed to make her even more eager to be working with him. Telling someone that they'd have to deal with bribing police officers and closing eyes to smuggling deals usually didn't result with a sparkle in their eyes as they leaned forward, even more reeled in at the prospect. But that was the only way he could define how Laine looked upon hearing all that information, and the Greek Celestial couldn't help but let his grin mould into a rather amused smirk. "You won't get caught, so there's no need to know any 'secret rights,"' he informed her, using air quotes with his fingers for the last two words. "The bouncers will handle any eager cops, and if any undercover idiot tries anything funny with you, just call over one of them to...have a little talk." The corners of his lips twitched, and his amber hues sparkled with a sort of malicious amusement.
His tongue swiped his slightly-chapped lips as he sat up in his seat, nodding as Laine spoke. "Well, not being a snitch is a trait that's rather important here," he teased lightly. At the mention of Charlie, he couldn't help the smile from twitching at his lips. That would mean that the elder of the two was in Evermore too, and therefore increasing his chances of running into her. "Would your sister have a problem with you working here?" he asked, tilting his head to a side as he raised an eyebrow in question. He then shrugged his shoulders cooly, his features returning to their neutral state. "As long as you don't mention anything to anyone, your sister should not be able to find out. Only I know exactly how much everyone is involved in things here, so there's no one who can leak things out," Sirius assured.
Nodding once more at her final statement, a broad grin spread upon his face. "In that case, the job is yours," he announced, his smile causing the corners of his narrowed hues to crinkle. "You can have a word with the head bartender outside--the one who gave you the application--and they can help come up with a schedule for you and get you started with training." His brow then furrowed slightly, an idea occurring to him as his hues flickered towards the door separating his office from the nightclub, the music muffled by the soundproofing of the room. "Actually, if you're free tonight, it's not going to be rather hectic here, so you could actually try out the swing of things now." He returned his gaze back to the woman, an eyebrow once more raised in question. "That is, if you're fine with it, and don't want to give it a day--it's completely up to you, and won't affect my view of you whatsoever, if that's a concern of yours."
Her enthusiasm amused the Greek Celestial, although he worried slightly about how she was treated the nature of his establishments. "On a serious note," he decided to say, "working here is not a laughing matter. Sure, it may seem cool and all now, but situations can get sticky and ugly. You have be sure you can remain professional at all times. Except, of course, if a customer is being a jackass." There was a sly glint in his amber hues as he finished off his warning, his signature smirk beginning to tug once more at the corners of his lips.
When Laine mentioned his aura, it pained him to fight back the impish grin that threatened to stretch across his face. Classic Laine, he thought to himself--she really hadn't changed one bit. "Well, I'm glad to hear that," he said with a smile and a nod. When she mentioned her sister, a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. From what Laine said, Charlie was doing good. He always knew that she was incredibly smart, so it was no surprise to hear that she'd found work as an agent. He made a mental note to look her up, and see exactly was the elder of the two sisters were up to. He shook his head at her request, a friendly smile upon his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not the type of boss to make house calls," he assured. "Your secret is safe with me--all she'll know is that you're a clueless bartender that hasn't realised where she's working." He nodded at her assurances once more, letting her know with that simple gesture that he trusted her.
Once he'd said that she was hired, he couldn't hep but grin at her excitement, his smile matching hers. Rapid-fire questions came his way, which he did expect, to which he leaned back in his seat, his demeanour cool and collected. "On normal nights, all-black attire is the dress code. Think cocktail, or smart casual?" he tried to describe. "Whatever you'd use for a night out," he finally summarise. "But on event nights," Sirius continued, "think rave-wear. Have fun with neons, LED lights, glitter--but I'll give you a wristband to show that you're staff."
When he asked her if she was willing to start training today and she agreed, Sirius stood up from his seat. "Glad to hear that," the Greek Celestial said, "her name is Kiara--she's not as mean as she looks, and she'll teach you everything you'll need to know." With a smile, he then walked Laine to the door, leaning back against the wall before she left to finally start working in the nightclub. "Let me know after how things are going," he requested, "and don't be afraid to ask me any questions." A wide grin then spread across his face, the man reaching the close the door to his office once Laine had left. "Welcome to the family, Laine," he called after her. a nostalgic look etched on his face before he exhaled deeply, closing the door behind him before returning to his desk.