Crooner was alive. It was bang on eleven and the club had built up a stifling heat. The bar was taking in more money than it could fit in the till and Lauren was in her element, prancing across the bar like she owned the mahogany she was standing on. The girls were up in the cages and a great many were twisting themselves around the poles.
A plume of smoke was hovering over the heads of the people out on the dance floor and every single one of them had a drink in their spare hand. One hand, naturally, was glued to the body of their dance partner. Lauren herself was itching to join in but she was there to draw customers in and amuse them.
Grabbing the spirit that was thrown at her, Lauren twirled it and filled the shot glass. She tossed it back and knelt down, handing the shot glass to the nearest person. She took the money and tucked it into the waistband of her shorts. She winked and stepped off of the side of the bar. She was caught by one of the bartenders and he set her on her feet. She laughed, thanked him and strode over to the nearest group of people waving their notes at her.
Her hands went to the glasses and she began to create their requests, keeping them entertained by twirling the bottles and engaging them in conversation. She took the money and sent the next lot on their way. Another person pushed through the crowd and she smirked, placing the twenty pound note in the till. She looked up and nigh on purred,
"Alright sweetheart, amuse me.."
by Lauren Michaels Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:36 pm