Juliet was laying with her upper body across the bar, hands hanging off the opposite end, blonde hair sprayed out everywhere. The bar looked really odd all lit up and empty. It was barely nightfall, they wouldn't open for another hour or two, so it was time for inventory and set up.
She fucking hated inventory and set up. It was so damn boring. She just wanted to lay there across the bar and take a nap while everyone else did the work. She only liked being in the bar when the lights were out, the music was pumping, and she was making drinks while popping pills of questionable legality.
"Juliet! Get up! Why the hell are you always so lazy?" A males voice reached her ears and Juliet's blue eyes opened in annoyance. Damn, she just wanted to sleep. She pushed herself off the bar slowly and narrowed her eyes on Rick. He wasn't the owner, but he was second in charge. Sexy as fuck. He was six foot tall, broad and well muscled, with just enough facial hair to look like he didn't care about much. His messy brown hair backed up that statement.
"Because I make the best fuckin' drinks in this place so I know you won't fire me?" she answered, using the sweetest voice she could muster and finishing up with a smile. Neither of which matched her appearance at all. She hadn't gone all out tonight. She was wearing a tight, wight lace top that was so low cut her black bra was peaking over the top of it. She liked it though, it accented her breasts and made them look bigger than they really were. An inch or two of flat stomach appeared before her black miniskirt, which barely covered her thighs.
She was wearing a pair of ripped fishnets, and boots that went up just above her calves. Too many bracelets lined her arms, accenting her long, black fingernails. She looked good, well put together. Except for her thigh-length blonde hair, which was unruly as ever.
Rick gave her an unamused look, but just as she figured he would...he moved on to yell at one of the other workers.