Devil's Nest [Wednesday night after sunset]

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There were two days until the opening of the club and things were finally starting to gel together: the bars had been restocked with alcohol, juices, sodas and a half-dozen varieties of synthetic bloods (you have your priorities, Eric has his), the chairs and tables had arrived, and the all-important bathroom renovations were finally finished.

Not bad work for a week. It helped, Eric reflected, that he was kind of an imposing individual. The DJ was performing yet another soundcheck (tonight's musical choice seemed to be early millennium trance. He made a mental note to replace the DJ), and Eric was pacing the club to check the acoustics.

The front door was open, the "help wanted" sign was still posted, but the club was closed. At least for a few more nights.

[OOC: But Eric is completely botherable!]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma had - regretfully - come to the conclusion that Hank was right, and if she wanted to stay in the lifestyle to which she'd become accustomed at Fandom, she was going to need to get a job and some income. Which is how she'd come to be down in town, wandering about and collecting job applications, to see what her options were.

And what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a place that looked interesting that she had never been in, advertising for help wanted?

"Hello?" she said, stepping just inside the door and looking around. "Anyone here?"

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"Yes?" Eric replied, stepping out from the shadows.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma's skin immediately flashed to diamond before Eric finished speaking, started by his sudden appearance, and it took her a heartbeat to process who was standing before her.

Great way to make a first impression, Frost. Or would it be fourth or fifth impression by now?

"Well now, there's a face I didn't expect to see here," she said mildly, diamond melting away to flesh. "Hello, Mr. Northman."

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"Good evening, Miss Frost," he replied, giving her a small smile and a dip of his head. "What brings you here tonight if it wasn't rumors of my arrival?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Rumors of employment," she quipped, gesturing back towards the window with the sign. "I have been told that getting a job is considered a learning experience."

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"If you listen to Pam, you learn that humans are idiots," Eric said dryly. "But yes, I am looking for employees."

[icecoldfrost]

"Then it's a good thing I'm not human, although I doubt Pam differentiates," Emma replied, thinking it over quickly.

On one hand, that other-Fandom was going to make her initially wary of any vampire for, oh, forever, and that wariness was asking if she really wanted to work for a member of the living-impaired. On the other, Northman hadn't tried to eat anyone Emma knew recently, and she was rather sure Sookie would have fried him by now if he was in town with nefarious plans.

And working in a club would be a lot more fun and prestigious than fast food or retail.

"Would you require a resume?" she asked, decision made. "Or is there an application I am supposed to fill out?"

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"I have an application!"

Eric, don't sound so proud of that.

"The main sticking point is age," he said. "You must be 21 to work behind the bar, but you can check IDs at the door at any age."

[icecoldfrost]

"Eighteen, and it's impossible to get a fake ID past me," Emma replied, knowing that if he was actually going to enforce the 21 rule, like at Fangtasia, then that would give her an advantage over any other applicants. "I wouldn't mind being a hostess."

She gave a small smirk. The enthusiasm about having an application was cute, okay? Even if he was a thousand-year-old dead guy. "May I have an application, please?"

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He handed her the application with a decidedly toothy smile as he realized having a student at the door would severely undercut the stupid people with fake identification attempts.

"Here you are, Miss Frost."

[icecoldfrost]

The teeth were not helping with putting her at-ease about her decision. Still, Emma took a pen out of her purse and started filling it out right there. "Anything I should know before I submit this?" she asked. "You don't make your employees wear fake fangs or speak with ridiculous accents, I assume."

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"Only if they want to," Eric said, thinking of some of the more desperate looking waitresses in Shreveport. "This will have a different vibe than Fangtasia: no one here seems all that impressed to meet a vampire. There should be less of a tourist crowd."

They paid the bills, but tourists were so...tiresome.

[icecoldfrost]

"Tourism tends to be lacking, but depending on your taste in music-" and this DJ had horrible taste "-the dance floor should prove popular."

She signed her name with a flourish and handed the application back to him. "Thank you, Mr. Northman. I look forward to hearing from you."

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Eric smiled at her. "You will very shortly. Do you have a suggestion for music for the grand opening?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Not this," she stated firmly. "The zombie band is already done at Caritas. If you want a lively crowd," pun not intended, "Then you need to give us an outlet."

She gave a little shrug. "Just not that Justin Baby-person, or you might have a riot on your hands."

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He shuddered. "Never," he vowed probably uselessly. "I was thinking a little mix of the last thirty years of music?"

While he enjoyed the Nordic hits of a thousand years ago, he was pretty sure he was alone in that.

[icecoldfrost]

"If you're asking me about music, does that mean I'm hired?" she asked impishly.

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"Yes," he said, winking.

[icecoldfrost]

"Then a mix should be fine, especially considering what a time-tossed lot we are," she answered. "When do you want me to start?"

Actually, if she could start by firing the DJ...

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"Next week, though you are certainly invited on Friday as well," he said. "In fact, that's your first assignment: bring other people with you on Friday night."