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Desperation is like stealing from the Mafia: you stand a good chance of attracting the wrong attention.
The club was full, the music was loud and the customers were headache was only worsening with every passing moment. The downside of working in a club I guess.
I was on my break in the back room when Jane made her presence known. Despite being the manager of "Solar Eclipse", being the best paid waitress and having the least hours to do at the club, Jane always managed to be at least an hour late, leave an hour early, and delegate as much work to everyone else as she sits pretty flirting with the good-looking Patrons. The only reason she still has a job is because the club is owned by her boyfriend Alec, who happens to be a complete sweetheart and doesn't see how much of a complete gold-digger Jane is. I pity him really.
"Isabella, what the hell are still doing in here? Why aren't you at the bar? Your shift doesn't end for another hour!" She screeched, her voice like nails on a chalkboard.
"I'm on my break." I reply, not lifting my head from my arms as I rest my eyes, leaning on the table I was sitting at. Man, working on my book and working at the club was really kicking my ass, I think to myself.
This will be my fourth book, and while my first three were very sucessful and did make me quite the little nest egg to fall back on, I couldn't imagine not working, so after I began my fourth book "The Truth about Forever", I decided that I would find a job locally that was mainly at night and hopefully in shifts, that way I could work at night and write during the day. This plan was working very well, with the added bonus that I made some great friends, unfortunately, I also met some not-so-great people. The latter including Jane.
" The Hell you are! You can't take a break on my time Isabella! Get your ass back at the bar you lazy bitch!" Jane continued her insulting rant while strutting over to the fridge to get a complimentary bottle of water. Say what you want about Alec's choice in women, he was still a great boss.
Jane turns away from the fridge and unknowingly, also from the back entrance of the club.
" Listen Isabella, I don't care about your stupid books, or your stupid friendship with Alec, I don't understand why he likes you, and quite frankly I don't care because there is no reason on earth that he would ever choose you over me! So don't think for a second that you get special treatment for being able to write some words on some paper! It's not even a real Job!" She ranted on, her words mocking and her tone sneering. Jane had a habit on going on rants that made absolutely no sense to anybody, they usually had nothing to do with the current topic of conversation and usually ended with an insult thrown towards me.
I rolled my eyes when while she continued her rant. In essence, she wanted me to take my break later, to go back to work now, and I'm pretty sure the insult about my being an author was just for shits and giggles, so I do what I do every night, I swallow down my urge to scream insults at her and instead, stand up, straighten the issued uniform of a white shirt, a black skirt and a pair of black ballet flats.
Ignoring her, I walk past Jane and out into the bar. Everything was exactly the same as when I left for my break, the club was crowded, filled with drunk college students grinding on each other like nobody else was in the room, the waitresses on shift were frazzled-with the exception on Jane, if course, there was one difference, the light was on in the private VIP suite.
Solar Eclipse was the newest and most poopular club in New York City, it could hold well over five thousand people, it had three bars, six private suites that are usually reserved by wealthy businessmen who want to win a contract by woo-ing them with drinks, women, a view and more drinks- and three dance floors over four different floors.
Each private room has a different theme. The most popular private suite it the ice room, the walls are painted an ice blue, and covered by sheer white drapes. Against the walls sit long white leather couches. The white couches faced the private bar.
The red room, suite number two, had an L shaped red couch, a white table and more red chairs. The walls are painted a Ruby red and there is a mirror hung above the couch. It too, has a personal bar.
The Purple Room had an area for dancers to entertain, it had a private bar and one wall was covered with poles, to make sure that the businessmen "really enjoyed their time here". Alecs words, not mine. The walls were covered with wallpaper the colour of Amethyst.
The Sapphire room was again, set up in a similar way. Private bar, blue walls, white seating.
The following two rooms are the least popular, but they are all filled on the busy nights. If you have a suite booked, you are guarenteed entrance to the club, and in New York, all the college students want is to be allowed in.
It is well known in New York, that if you get into Solar Eclipse, you get into the gossip magazines. This is because the club is generally filled with the rich, the famous, and the wanna-be rich and famous.
The Emerald room is the least popular, but Alec can't find it in himself to change the decor, don't ask me why, because I hate that room above all others.
After the ice room, my favourite suite is definitely the obsidian room. It was the most private and usually was only used by couples or businessmen who wanted their contracts kept silent.
I walk behind the bar, nodding to James in greeting. James is the newest bartender, apparently he worked in one of Alec's other bars in New York and was brought over here until we can replace Garret, the old bartender.
James has only been here a couple of weeks, but he is by-far the best bartender the club has had, he flirts with all the female customers, making them want to come back-if even just to see his beautiful face. What they women that came to the bar didn't know, was that James was in a very serious, long-term relationship with his boyfriend, Laurent.
I serve the customers for another hour, my headache increasing with each passing minute.
Jane had left not long after interrupting my break, claiming she had important business to atend to and that she would be back later. James didn't appreciate Janes' leaving early. Apparently the only one in the club who hated Jane more than I did id James. I'll admit, we bonded over our hatred, I like to think it strengthend our friendship.
Half an hour before the end of my shift, Angela, the acting head waitress due to Janes absence, came over to me in a hurry, her face excited but wary.
" Bella? I know, I know, your shift is ending soon...but...I need a favour" She murmured. I could barely hear her over the music, but I could see the wicked glint in her eye. Angela was up to something.
"What kind of favour?" I asked, immediately wary.
" Listen, Alec is in the Obsidian room with his boss, they need a private waitress and bartender, Jane isn't here and I'm already booked in for the red room. Heidi and Tanya are already swamped here, plus Peter called in sick, he and Charlotte are both down with the flu. You're the only one who can do it! Please? Alecs' boss is really good looking, at least you'd have something good to look at while you work. Oh! It's Alec! You could bring a notebook and write while they talk! They won't need you to do much I don't think...please?" She begged, using her puppy eyes. I cringed, I was really tired and I would no-doubt be even later getting home if this meeting went on too long.
I huffed a sigh as agreement, which caused Angie to squel in thanks, her eyes alight with gratefulness. I sigh again, and reach under the bar for my handbag. Throwing it over my shoulder, I wave goodbye to James as he flirts shamelessly with a blonde across the bar, unknowingly leading her on. He never did know how good-looking he was, which was something I always found amusing. Watching him accidently break some young girls heart by not responding to their advances was always funny.
I climb the stairs towards the suite, my eyes heavy with tiredness. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of bronze.
A/N: Please review, let me know what you think. Good? Bad? Ok? This fic is not being beta'd so I apologise for any spelling and grammar mistakes.