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[carmilla noelle bliss dubois]

The Marquee was her baby. At least if was for now. One day Carmilla wanted a club of her own. One that she didn't just manage on behalf of someone else. A dream like that took money, space, and a little more experience than Carmilla had at twenty five. One day though she would take her dreams and make them a reality. She had the plans and the colour scheme all planned out for the place. She just needed a venue to make it all come to life. Carmilla already did just about everything here since the owner was in Miami trying to make waves on the club scene there. It was the whole reason he had promoted Carmilla from supervisor in the first place. However, there were so many things she wanted to change and couldn't, even with her new status as manager. Plus, she had too many menial duties to deal with, like the floor needed a deep clean to lift most of the sticky mess from it, which was why Carmilla was in so early today with the doors propped open and the house lights on.

She poured herself a drink from behind the bar. It was after lunch time, five o'clock somewhere in the world. Besides, the clear liquid looked like water if anyone was to look, and Carmilla was only indulging in the one drink; the same drink would follow her to her office later when the rest of the staff began rolling in for the night. That was when she could retreat to the almost quiet office and hopefully stay there. Carmilla enjoyed working the bar and seeing the people come and go, but when her mind was focused on paperwork and all of the admin stuff that needed to be done, the last thing she wanted to be doing was mixing cocktails and pouring drinks for the people who were already far beyond one too many. When she was ahead on her own managerial work she would often come out and lend a hand at the bar, maybe even flirt a bit, but today did not look like it would be one of those days. The guy was already two hours late, a muffled voicemail message on her machine when she arrived offering up some garbled excuse about the wrong information. She didn’t buy it. She knew the sound of a hangover when she heard it and already was conspiring to make the guy’s life hell when he finally did show up, as well as giving his boss what for when all was said and done.

Carmilla was sitting on a bar stool, the harsh chill of the January air biting at her skin where it blew in through the open door. She needed it open for when the cleaning guy finally showed himself and explained his tardiness to her. Hunching further over the bar, hoping to find the warmth there, Carmilla looked over the spreadsheets in front of her, eyes scanning the figures and working out the profits of the previous week like the good manager she was. It was always nice to see college paying off, even if it wasn't exactly finance she had graduated an expert in. Hearing the door slam shut, Carmilla swore loudly in French and then turned around with a dark glare in her vivid blue eyes to see what had caused such a racket and disturbed her.

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