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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2016 14:21:30 GMT -7
Magdalena knew she wasn't in a good situation. When she'd graduated only a few short months earlier, the first place willing to hire her had been Club Indigo. A still fairly new wizarding nightclub in London. She'd been so desperate to get out of that house, the one that she'd grown up in, that she'd taken it, despite the protest of her friends and brother. With the meager salary she was making, she was able to afford a small one bedroom apartment for herself. It wasn't in the best part of town, but she didn't care. She'd stopped caring when her world got ripped apart.
In the few months she'd been working at the club, Magdalena had learned quickly. She was still one of the newer dancers, but she was doing well. She made plenty of tips each time, and patrons were always willing to buy her drinks. Basically, in some sense, she got paid to forget about all the bad things going on in her life, and just have a good time. In her half drunk mind, she was doing pretty well. Nothing was wrong anymore. She was doing just fine, and she wanted it to stay that way. What could she possibly be missing?
Tonight was nearing it's end, most of the customers and patrons having already left for the night. Magdalena herself sat at the bar, a shot glass in her hand. Most the other dancers were done for the night, a few thought were still entertaining some of the determined patrons, or helping the completely wasted ones get a taxi. She wasn't that drunk tonight, but she was definitely far from sober. With a sigh, she raised the shot and downed it. She should be heading home. She was basically off at this point, but a few more drinks wouldn't hurt. Setting the shot glass down on the counter she motioned for the bartender to fix another...
@zander (finally got this up, haha.)