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With New Year's Eve only nights away, and the winter vacation crowd at its height, the Witching Hour was still understaffed. Its novice owner was nearing that 'frazzled' state that could easily be recognized by those who'd been there before. Or just anyone who got within fifty feet of her.
The words, "Are you kidding me!?!" echoed around the empty dancefloor, with mere hours to go before opening. It was the kind of high-octane shriek that made people's hair stand on end, and cracked crystal.
Star placed two fingers on either side of her head, and started massaging her temples methodically. One deep breath. Two deep breaths. Consideration given to mixing liquor with a couple of pills, and sleeping until January 2nd.
When composure was regained, Star pressed her hands together like someone praying. "Okay, Terry... please... I beg of you. Tell me that hasn't gone to the printer's yet." The object in question was a glossy flyer in color print, meant to advertise the New Year's festivities. Too bad someone had left the 'U' out of 'Hour'. When nothing but silence met her question, Star dropped her hands and spun on a heel to walk away.
"Nice. The Witching Hor. Why don't you just change the 'W' to a 'B' and then we'll really have something! Fucking..."
On her way past Shaun, who was cringing in a corner, Star moaned, "When Dawn Summers gets here, would you send her into the office? If I look at anyone else right now, my head might explode."
Dawn pulled up to the Witching Hour and got out of the car. She had made the appointment a while ago and hoped that this whole interview would go okay. She'd never tried anything like this, but she did know how to dance.
She stretched and dusted off her clothes which were a bit on the skimpy side. Enough to move with and dance, but not total slutdom. When she thought she was prepared, she headed inside.
Upon entering, she went up to the nearest person and explained she was here for an interview and what her name was, looking around. This place was pretty nice.
The bartender shrugged, but luckily Shaun was on top of it. Probably out of fear of hearing that shrill sound come out of Star's throat again. From nearby, he snapped his fingers to get the young woman's attention. "Hey! Sweetie! In there." A couple of finger points toward an open office door, and he went back to damage control with the calamitous flyers.
Inside the office, Star was digging through a messy desk drawer for a bottle of Advil. Papers were strewn across every available surface, other than the chair opposite her. She pulled a couple of broken staplers out first, and then went rooting under the pencils. Most of them chewed.
Dawn gave a little grin and headed back towards the office. She knocked on the door before coming inside. Wanted to announce her presence instead of just waltzing in. Wouldn't do anyone any good to scare the shit outta somebody.
"Hey.. I'm Dawn.."
Star was in the middle of wrestling with a 'child-proof' cap when Dawn entered the scene. She looked up through an errant lock of hair and set her eyes on the interviewee. "Oh thank the gods," she moaned melodramatically, with an accompanying relieved look. The Advil was tossed back amidst graveyard of office supplies.
"Gorgeous and not dressed like a prostitute and most importantly, you showed up!" With a rolling back of chair wheels, Star leaned across to shake the other woman's hand. Enormous hoop earrings swayed back and forth above an orange off-the-shoulder blouse. "I'm Star Tomlin."
Dawn blushed slightly, because well she didn't have an ego the size of Montana. "Ah thanks..." She wondered how many people hadn't actually shown up to this thing, but it wasn't any of her business. At least not till she got hired.
She shook Star's hand gratefully with a smile. "Nice to meet you Star.. thanks for giving me an interview. I didn't know if I should just show up or what."
"Oh it's fine," Star said, waving her hand around with the vigor of someone clearing smoke. "Sit, tell me about yourself!" The chair squeaked lightly when she sat back down, and rolled it up to the desk again. From there, arms were folded on the desktop, and she leaned forward with the interest of a casual girlfriend. "You know, where've you worked before..," a wave of hand one way, "... where you're from..," and a wave of hand the other way, "... and where you got that bracelet, that's hot!"
Star reached across the desk and snatched up Dawn's wrist to examine it. Apparently moving from waitress to club owner in a span of 3 months didn't leave much room for professional development.
( Shake shake shake your booty )
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