The Club (IC; OPEN)

[Cylarn]

(OOC: I'll try and get more up on the OP later. Also, viewtopic.php?f=31&t=226108)

The Club
2030
10 May 2013
Los Angeles, CA

The opening night of the club was to start in only 30 minutes, as the club would officially open its doors at 2100 at night. The Club Manager, Kaplan, stood at the front entrance, watching the various people who were lined up outside. He wore a simple black suit with a black dress shirt as well as a communications earpiece as he stood at the front door, his arms crossed. He was a somewhat famous figure in the club scene of LA, having worked at many clubs after joining the Reserves. The other club staff were due to arrive soon, and the night would get underway.

[Lewina]

Burlin was already inside of the club making cocktails at an alarming rate. When he was done with one he would put it on a shelf under the bar. This is how he did things. He arrived at work early and made as many cocktails as he could before work started. He noticed that the bar was a little messy so he got out a wet washcloth and cleaned it up. Once the other bartender arrived he would probably stop making cocktails and talk to him. This job was fun but it required a lot of responsibility.

[Wetkistan]

A beat-up Ford pickup pulled to to the sidewalk, clashing horribly with the sleek sedans and sport cars around it. Its driver provided just as stark a contrast with those around him. A tall, brawny, and tanned farm boy got out and stretched, seriously straining the stitches on his coat, which by now appeared to be made entirely out of patches. A ragged mane of dirty blonde hair fell on the back of it, and everything he wore smelled faintly of hay. All in all, this farmboy had no business being in downtown LA. Despite his clear disadvantages, he strode into the club's employee entrance.
"Hey, Berlin!" he called out. "You in here yet?"

[Lewina]

"It's Burlin, get it right American!" Burlin told him in his heavy German accent. He walked over to the other bartender. "What's up man?" He asked giving out his hand for a 'pound hug'. "Listen I've made like 200 cocktails, I need you to take over before everyone gets inside. I have to clean the bar," Burlin told him his hand was still out.

[The Dishonored Empire]

John Brackmen

John was already inside the club and was testing the systems to make sure everything worked right. He tried the bass, mic, mixer and the labtop. Everything seemed to work fine and he noticed teh bartenders were here. He knew one of them, but the other was a new face. "Hey Burlin, how have you been, I didnt know you were working here as well." Said John as he walked over to the bar and saw all of the cocktails. "Damn, you are prepared, I got the lists and stuff all ready, so I just have to wait." Said John as he leaned against the bar.

[Wetkistan]

"It's Burlin, get it right American!" Burlin told him in his heavy German accent. He walked over to the other bartender. "What's up man?" He asked giving out his hand for a 'pound hug'. "Listen I've made like 200 cocktails, I need you to take over before everyone gets inside. I have to clean the bar," Burlin told him his hand was still out.

"Nothin' much, Burlyn," he replied, returning the pound.
"Sure, man. Just make sure to be back before opening."
He pulled a ponytail band out of his back pocket and pulled his hair into a tight ponytail before mixing up more cocktails.

[Lewina]

Burlin walked back over to the bar and sat on a stool next to John. "Well that's what happens when you're a bartender for a few years. You eventually lose your life and make drinks all day," Burlin joked. "What do you have to wait for John?" He asked drinking some water from his water bottle.

[The Dishonored Empire]

"Well, thats always a good thing." Chuckled John as he looked outside and saw the line of people. "Well, as you can see we arnt open yet, so I dont have anything really to do until they get in here. Besides, its opening night and half of the time there is a huge crowd that stays for several hours then they leave. But who knows." Chuckled John as he pulled out his phone and looked at the text message then put it away. "Well, I hope we get paid a lot of money here." Chuckled John as he walked back over to the dance floor and turned on the lights and the floor started to flash with different colors.

[Wetkistan]

Burlin walked back over to the bar and sat on a stool next to John. "Well that's what happens when you're a bartender for a few years. You eventually lose your life and make drinks all day," Burlin joked. "What do you have to wait for John?" He asked drinking some water from his water bottle.

Socks had his back to the counter, and turned around as John was walking back to the turntable. He tapped Burlin on the shoulder.
"Hey, who's that fella? I didn't get a chance to ask him his name."

[Lewina]

Burlin smirked then started cleaning the bar again. He scrubbed the bar, the seats, the sink, and the shelves. He washed the shot glasses, cups, and dirty bottles of alcohol. When he finished he started eating a bag of chips while listening to Prinzipen by Terrorgruppe on his IPhone 4. Then he heard Socks ask him who John was. "Oh, John's the DJ," he told him lowering the music down a little.

[Wetkistan]

Burlin smirked then started cleaning the bar again. He scrubbed the bar, the seats, the sink, and the shelves. He washed the shot glasses, cups, and dirty bottles of alcohol. When he finished he started eating a bag of chips while listening to Prinzipen by Terrorgruppe on his IPhone 4. Then he heard Socks ask him who John was. "Oh, John's the DJ," he told him lowering the music down a little.

"Oh, okay."
He finished mixing the last cocktail and set down his shaker. He cracked his back before reaching under the counter and pulled out two knitting needles and continued his work on a bright blue scarf.

[Die Oranje-Vrystaat]

Anders had just arrived, a little late he feared. He was sporting a polo shirt and khaki tactical pants, he hoped it was formal enough for his job. He entered the door, noting the other employees already there. He went to Kaplan and reported in, "Mr. Kaplan, I am here." He said in his thick Norwegian accent.

[Nytavuthar]

Blackman arrived in his BMW LI 750, trying to impress the locals. He walked up to Kaplan and said"Hey Kaplan, I've arranged where we can get a small advertisement in a McDonalds. It is one of those shitty McDonalds though. I see the boss hasn't gotten here yet so I'm just going to tell you." Blackman then went inside the club looking to see if everything is okay. He walked to the bar and sat down on a stool. He whipped out his phone and started texting to some connections.

[Lewina]

"Wanna drink?" Burlin asked Blackman as he sat down on a stool. He took his earphones out of his ears, put the song on pause and put on a shelf in the bar. "I insist you buy one," he added smiling a little.

[Nytavuthar]

Blackman pulled his head up to face the bartender. He then said "No thank you, I need to keep sober for a while. I'm the promoter, and right now I'm waiting for a call back to see if we can get a commercial filmed here. Even though they will probably strike me down, it won't hurt to try. Anyway, my name is John Blackman, what's yours?"

[Lewina]

Blackman pulled his head up to face the bartender. He then said "No thank you, I need to keep sober for a while. I'm the promoter, and right now I'm waiting for a call back to see if we can get a commercial filmed here. Even though they will probably strike me down, it won't hurt to try. Anyway, my name is John Blackman, what's yours?"

"Burlin Koch, and I won't stop annoying you until you buy a drink," he told him laughing a little. "And why do you think they'll shoot a commercial here? This is a club, not a McDonald's," he stated laughing again.

[Nytavuthar]

Blackman was getting a little pissed that he hasn't gotten the call yet, so maybe a few drinks won't hurt. He sighed "Do you have a Bud Light? I need one." Blackman then got another text, it was from his wife. He just ignored it.

[Lewina]

"Of course!" Burlin exclaimed grabbing a Bud Light from the shelf. He placed it on the table. "That'll be $8 sir," he told him moving the beer back a little. "Everything's expensive at nightclubs, so no, I'm not ripping you off," he told him smirking a little.

[Nytavuthar]

Blackman just wanted a drink, so he pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Burlin. He took the beer, and started drinking. He then got a text, it was from that shitty McDonalds. It explained that we could place an advertisement in the door, and a poster. It also stated a good PR boost would be make a free drink contest every week. Blackman got excited "Nice meeting you Burlin, are you new to LA? Just asking to see if you've been in the club business for long."

[Lewina]

"Yup, I've been working here for a while now. How long have you been working here?" Burlin asked putting the ten dollar bill on a shelf under the bar. "So why are you suddenly so happy?" He asked cleaning a shot glass. "Oh, and I'm gonna need an ID before you drink that," he joked.

[The Dishonored Empire]

John walked back over to the bar and sat on a stool. "I thought you we wernt allowed to drink on the job." Said John as he looked at Blackman. "I know who you are Blackman, I still dont understand why your last name is blackman and your white. what are you the new michael jackson." Chuckled John as he looked at the doors again.

[Nytavuthar]

Noticing what Burlin said John gave him his drivers license. Then he noticed what Brackmen said "Well, I'm secretly a black man undercover" John said laughing "I'm one of the founders of this club, so I get special rights, and actually back in the olden days of the 80's I used to listen to Michael Jackson. That McDonalds just called back and stated that We could put up a few ads in their joint."

[Lewina]

Burlin threw John's driver's license right back at him once he even touched it. "You really think I need your ID? Everyone that enters this club is above 21! What's wrong with you? First you like a pedifial, then you think I need your RP. I think you need a vacation," Burlin told him chuckling a little.

[Nytavuthar]

Blackman was feeling a little stressed, but he couldn't just abandon this club "Yeah, that line out there is because of all the PR I conjured up." Blackman grabbed the license and stashed it into his Gucci wallet. "So, when's the place gonna open up?" Blackman is getting anxious.

[Die Oranje-Vrystaat]

Noticing the bartender yell at the man, Anders walked over. "You want help with this one?" He asked