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located in San Francisco, Bloody Midnight Night Club, a part of Bloody Midnight, one of the many universes on RPG.

San Francisco, Bloody Midnight Night Club



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"Hey Sam!" Hastings smiled but he was up and gone in a second. "Or not..." she said. She took the drinks that they had poured for her and went back over to the lounge to pass them around. She did that all night, always up and going and on her feet. She was smart not to have worn heels or her feet would be killing her. She took orders, gave them to West or Lia, took the orders back to her owners and got the cash, sometimes with a nice tip. Soon the crowd was dying down and she was picking up the empty cups she found, cleaning up spilled alcohol, pputting chairs back in their rightful places and so on. It was getting close to closing time.

"Hey Namira, am I good to go?" she asked, hoping she was in a good mood.