Bing. Bing. Bing. The alarm to the microwave went off. The pretty brunette opened it up, taking out her microwaved meal. She was living off these things and ramen noodles until she got her first paycheck from her new job. She just started working at a local bar as the bartender. The recent one quit due to unknown reasons, so she was lucky she got hired. She had a lot of experience in bar-tending, which would really help out. She started tonight. It was a classy bar, which she was happy about. The previous bar she worked out she had to dress kinda trashy, or at least to get good tips. It was half was two, and she was due there around six, they start to get busy around seven. She was a little nervous to be starting on a Friday night, which was usually the busiest night in bar/club history.
When it was a hour until six, Anya decided to go ahead and get ready. She had a shower earlier that day so she didn't have to worry about that. All she really had to do was get dressed. Everytime she went out she never had to do her hair since it was naturally curly, unless she chose to straighten it, but not tonight. Curled was better, especially to keep classy. She put on some high waist shorts, a dark blue color, and a pastel blue shirt that was slightly cropped to show some, not a lot, of skin. She used make-up to cover the nasty scar on her shoulder, it still haunted her to this day. She put on some black boots with heels, only about three inches. She put on some make-up, careful not to go to heavy. Before putting on her lip make-up, she brushed her teeth, very thankful for all that dental work from when she was in her awful teenage years.
After getting ready, she grabbed the keys to her black Jeep cherokee and headed out. The bar was only fifteen minutes away, not too long of a drive.
When arriving there, she parked in the parking lot. It wasn't too packed right now. After spraying on some perfume, she headed inside to get this night started.
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It had been another long day for Klaus Mikaelson and his brother, Elijah. Keeping everything in order for New Orleans and other important things like that. Klaus downed another glass of whiskey, wincing as it burned going down his throat. "Is there a day where you're not drinking, brother?" The voice of Elijah brought a smirk to Klaus' face. "Ah, if that day comes.. well, I'll be long gone." He said, stretching his arms out. "Well, instead of moping around like a sad little puppy, lets go out, the two of us." Elijah suggested, motioning to the door. "Now, I like the sound of that, Elijah." Klaus said, grabbing up his black leather jacket. "Lets try this new little bar down the block, I heard the service there is quite... to die for." Klaus said, an evil glint in his eyes.
When they arrived at the bar, Klaus took a seat. There was a pretty brunette behind the bar. He didn't recognize her from around town, so he figured she had to have been knew, but there was something about her that seemed a little.. off. She wasn't human, but a witch, and a very powerful witch. Possibly stronger then Devina. "What will you two be having?" The brunette asked, leaning against the counter as she waited for their order. "Two scotchs please." Elijah said. The brunette nodded and went to get their drinks, serving it to them before attending to other customers. Klaus casually sipped on his. "I think its time to find some dinner." He said, scouting the place for a pretty girl he could use, eat, then compel to forget everything.