Post by zoken on Feb 24, 2011 22:15:48 GMT -7
Hatter wasn’t exactly sure why she wanted to go to Club Orion, but some told her that if there was a party, she should be there. Her Grandparents, who she had sent a letter to while on the road to the school, and sent her care packages with loads of clothing in them. Hatter managed to dress herself in a loud electric blue blouse and sea-green skirt that came down just above her knees. She wore ripped black fish-nets with mismatched flats. She wore lots of bracelets and even a silver tiara. Not a bit of it matched, but not a bit of it looked worn or improperly worn. She had put it all on with care as if it were a carefully coordinated outfit. Her makeup was similarly applied. Her blush was electric blue. And she had green lipstick. She had actually been taught to up on makeup both by watching her mother, a rampant party girl who taught her young, and some kindly nurses and orderlies at the hospital. She wore no eye shadow though. She didn’t want to draw attention to her eyes if she could help it.
She got to the club on the opening night, and had wanted to talk to the girl in all black, but when she’d heard the expression “Drinks on the house”… she couldn’t explain it, she had to go and take advantage of that. She wasn’t even sure what it meant. However when she saw the bar, she knew instinctively what to do. Hundreds of combinations were running through her mind. Finally she got to the bar and the first thing to pop out of her mouth to the bartender was, “Perfect Martini please…. And those means Gin, not Vodka (Preferably Beefeater) and just coat the cubes, no need to go heavy on the vermouth, and just an olive, no olive juice, I don’t like Dirty… oh, dear, I’m telling you how to do your job. I’m sorry. Quick, let’s get even, tell me how to be crazy.”
Muse: Fun!
Notes: Do they serve alcohol here? Much less to minors?
She got to the club on the opening night, and had wanted to talk to the girl in all black, but when she’d heard the expression “Drinks on the house”… she couldn’t explain it, she had to go and take advantage of that. She wasn’t even sure what it meant. However when she saw the bar, she knew instinctively what to do. Hundreds of combinations were running through her mind. Finally she got to the bar and the first thing to pop out of her mouth to the bartender was, “Perfect Martini please…. And those means Gin, not Vodka (Preferably Beefeater) and just coat the cubes, no need to go heavy on the vermouth, and just an olive, no olive juice, I don’t like Dirty… oh, dear, I’m telling you how to do your job. I’m sorry. Quick, let’s get even, tell me how to be crazy.”
Muse: Fun!
Notes: Do they serve alcohol here? Much less to minors?