The elevator rattled its way down to the first floor of the club. Jeanette stood with her hands behind her back as she swayed her hips back and forth, waiting for the doors to open.
“Ding!” Jeanette mimicked the sound the elevator made as the doors slid open. The music was louder now that she was in the thick of it, and it made her want to dance. The burly bartender, Doug, looked up from his task of wiping a glass with a white linen cloth, and smiled brightly at Jeanette. No one could ever be sure which sister would come down from that elevator after one had gone up, but the bartender liked Jeanette. Sure, Therese wrote out his paychecks, but Jeanette… well, she owned this place in her own way.
“Good evening, Miss Voerman.” Doug said in a gravelly voice once Jeanette made her way to the bar.
“Ah-ah!” she promptly corrected him,
“It’s Miss Caper now that sissy dearest is the official baroness of the kindred in these parts.” Jeanette made a dramatic show of fluttering her eyelashes and faking a curtsy,
“All hail Queen of the Capers!” she exclaimed with a sarcastic giggle.
Jeanette scanned the club for a moment. There was a decent turnout, but she preferred her weekends to be a little crazier than this.
“Hey, you got any of our flyers back there? I might go drum up some more business for us.” Doug nodded and slapped a stack on the bar’s surface.
“Thanks, Dougy. You think my honey’s properly displayed for fly catching?” she asked as she posed with her hands on her bare hip bones. “You’ll catch more than you can handle.” Doug said with a wink and then went off to fill a drink order.
“There’s no such thing!” Jeanette playfully called over her shoulder as she grabbed the stack of cardstock advertisements and sashayed out the front entrance of The Asylum. Jeanette flirtatiously greeted some college students, regardless of gender, making small chat and handing out flyers as she walked the streets. Some passersby looked at her like the freak show that she was, but she never paid negative nellies like that any mind. Eventually, Jeanette was standing outside a familiar bar,
The Kingdom. Jonathon Caper fancied himself a bar owner, in fact, a lot of New York’s finest nightclub were owned by Capers. 'Finest' was not how Jeanette would describe this drab hipster hole, though. Still, taunting Jonny might be fun for a minute or two, so Jeanette sauntered in.
Jonathan was sitting at the bar alongside Theta, the newly appointed head of the mixed bloods. Therese hated their kind, mostly because they were sometimes a result of kindred procreation. How ghastly! Jeanette had no problem with the other races, though. Well, the dogs smelled kind of funny, but she could get over that if they were cute enough.
“Ducklings!” Jeanette chirped as she confidently strode up to the pair.
“Whatever ever are you doing in this drab bar?” her eyes scanned the fairly empty room,
“What a real snooze!” she said, her eyes widened when she said the last word, then she laughed.
This was the first time Jeanette had gotten a good look at Theta, of course she’d seen pictures and heard the rumors of the lifestyle that she lead – the kind of lifestyle that Jeanette could really get behind.
“My-my, aren’t you the sweetest looking piece of candy I’ve seen in a while.” He eyes flicked from ogling Theta to Jonathon,
“No offense, Kitten.” She said to him with an apologetic smile.
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