welcome to burlesque {role-play thread}

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    Ah, welcome to Avina Burlesque Lounge. Let me show you around.



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    This is the view from the stage. During certain performances, the railings are put up. But most of the time they are not in use.


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    Right as you walk in, you are met with our bar area, where you can get your drinks and settle down before the show starts.


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    Having two levels, our more aerobatic dancers utilize the railings on the second floor, whilst patrons are allowed to lounge up their with their drinks.




    Now that you've had a look around, sit, drink. Watch the dancers. I believe the shows starting soon. Enjoy your evening.


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    Jade, surprisingly, was early for work. Pushing through the doors of Avina Lounge, she slung her PINK bag with all of her makeup and hair crap over the bar counter. Duncan was cleaning the glasses for tonight,
    "You're early. What happened?"
    He knew her all too well. Sighing inwardly, she chuckled a little.
    "Actually it's quite a funny story. You see, my mom called me today. Told me she had finally found out what I'd been doing with my life. She called me a whore stripper and that I never really had much potential and hung up the phone."
    "Well-"
    Angrily, and before Duncan could provide any comfort, she grabbed her bag and stomped into the dressing rooms. Ace laughed under his breath,
    "She's feisty, you tapping that?"
    "Wha- No!"
    "I sure would love to see how fiery that one is in bed...".
    Duncan shook his head and returned to his cleaning, leaving Ace to fantasize about his dream girl.

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    Eleanor, despite her somewhat feisty attitude, was always early for work. No matter the time, Nora was able to keep her usual happy smirk throughout the day with the little sleep she seemed to gain from the beat-up apartment in which she stayed at. As the lass walked inside the club, the doors swinging open much more gently than the latter before herself. Instead of the usual make-up bag that most of the other girls fancied to carry around, Nora had never been one for girly appearance.




    No, instead, Nora had shown up with a backpack. It was unusual to say the least; The way her small, curved body just seemed to shrink under the large backpack, showing off her actual height of 5'4. The lass made a beeline towards the bar counter, setting her stuff down on the chair beside her carefully, before turning to look directly at the two men in front of her, her smirk settling in for a bright smile.
    "Hello there, you two!"




    She had been expecting a casual 'Hello from the two but Duncan was off by himself, doing his cleaning without even bothering to look up and acknowledge her presence. Her casual and somewhat jolly demeanor vanished as worry lines began to crease themselves in the corners of her eyes. What was wrong with him? Was Jade already there? To Nora, they were her friends. Her, Ace, Duncan, and Dean. They cared and protected one another, and most importantly, meddled in Duncan's love life. Sure, Nora wasn't the sharpest knife, but that didn't mean she was stupid either.
    "Hello?.."




    Turning to Ace, Nora raised a neat arch at him, as he too, had not answered her back. Instead, Ace seemed to be distracted, a faraway and glossy look in his eyes. With a light sigh, Nora laid her small almost child-like hand on Ace's shoulder, applying just the slightest bit of pressure to snap him out of what ever daydream he was thinking about. But to no avail, Ace just continued to sit there, staring off at an object in the distance as he continued to dream on. Her hazel eyes seemed to turn a deep brown in frustration before she tilted her head up at Ace, not realizing she had begun leaning on the counter, the alcohol burning her nose as she inhaled deeply.
    "Ace?"




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    Ace turned his head,
    "Hey cutie."
    He smiled and winked, glancing back at Duncan, clearing his throat purposely to get his attention.
    "Ah, hey Eleanor."
    Duncan grinned. Nothing was really wrong, well except the fact that Ace had been admiring Jade's curves, knowing that she was Duncan's dream girl, he was just a bit put off by the fact that Jade was actually hurt by her mothers words. She wasn't the type to care what people say of her. Leaning against the bar, Ace continued,
    "Ready for tonight's show?".

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    Nora had never minded being called different names, no matter how harsh they were. She had been called a 'Poser' and a 'Sl*t' more than once in her life, more so due to the fact that ever since she was just a wee tot, she had never gotten along greatly with other girls her age. Nora had been one for adventures. Taking risks and cheap shots every chance she got. It was truely a wonder how she got along, or perhaps, tolerated the large mass of female dancers other than herself.




    As the female furthered along in age, she had become numb to the petty insults females gave her whether due to jealously or pure hatred; The only name that ever got through to the girl, that made her feel only pure annoyance and hatred for the name. Eleanor. It was old-fashioned, unpleasant sounding, and the nicknames were dreadful. Ellie, Nelly, and Nessie were her childhood shortenings. She grew to despise her name the more she aged due to the nicknames she was given, resulting in her giving her her own own. Nora.




    The female with said name eyes tightened slightly, her what she considered common hazel eyes turning to slits for a fraction of time before her ridgid composure lifted, her body relaxing and eyes no longer creased and resembling that of a snakes. It was startling to see her go from angry to calm in so little time, but that was common Nora. She had decided to not pester at the older males favouring of her actual first name. She would get him back later. Turning rather quickly, her neck nearly cracking in the process, Nora focused upon the taller and yet younger man-boy in front of her.




    Upon recieving the question, Nora let a silence fall over them, questioning wether or not she was truely ready to preform again, her sarcastic yet easy-going smile faltering for a quick moment as she doubted herself, the name situation had halted her thought process for the time being, before the female almost instantly regained her confidence and pride back, deciding to answer with a half shrug, half nod.
    "I suppose. Its not hard to dance and lipsync to songs."




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    A smile plastered onto Ace's face,
    "And no one does it with more sexy grace than you. Right Duncan?"
    His hazel eyes traveled the length of Eleanor, she was quite the sight, everything he wanted in a girl. Petite, her tattoos were gorgeous, and her eyes. Passing her, he slapped her butt,
    "Go get ready. We've got like an hour before the doors open. Jade's already ready, and that's saying something.".


    Sometimes Ace was a bit too touchy, but it was just how he expressed his friendship. Hugs, handshakes, kisses on the cheek. He was raised to love tenderly, and openly. Duncan found it a bit awkward, though he and Jade were more than friendly. He just thought if you don't like someone more than a friend, then don't treat them as such. Duncan was an intimate person, and felt that you can only treat a special person intimately. But it was none of his business who Ace treated this way.
    "Where's Dean?"
    He questioned, two bartenders was not enough for the midnight shift, considering it was a Friday night too, they needed the help.


    Jade stepped out from the dressing room, their first performance was 'Last Friday Night' and she adorned herself in a neon orange bikini top, along with matching bottoms that had straps wrapping around her upper thighs. Her shoes were a perfect match to her outfit, with a black heels stretching down to create a platform of two inches for her. Coming behind the bar she grabbed the vodka,
    "Don't tell Noah."
    She blinked her large fake eyelashes as she took a swig of the clear drink, setting it down on the counter. Noah, being the manager. The girls weren't usually allowed to drink on the job. Duncan, with an attempt to try and make her feel better,
    "You look gorgeous."
    "Thanks, but it'll take a hell of a lot more than that to make me feel better.".

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    Rose Eliza Beth
    19 Single Crushing On Ace

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    Tattoos


    Surprisingly, Rose and Lily arrived on time. Letting Lily make her entrance, Rose walked in behind. She smiled slightly, putting her bag on the counter of the bar and taking out a drink of water. Slowly sipping at it she nodded greeting at the others. She put her drink away and looked at her, Ahem, Outfit.
    She hated it, it was all, well, sl*tty, if she was honest. She new if she had it on, more people would tip, but is that wasn't a huge deal. She tried to stop the awkward eye contact she might make with Ace. She liked him, but she new he hated Red heads.. Mabye because we had no souls? Whatever it was, she wouldn't have a chance. She sighed as she zipped up her bag and put it on the other side of the bar, out of the way.







    Lily Lions Lox
    20 Single Crushing On No one

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    Walking in first Lily smiled her usual grin. "Hey guys! Sorry if we came to early! We were like, so afraid we'd come to early and no one would be here, lucky you guys came." She smiled as she walked past, making a clicking with her mouth she looked at Rose. "Make sure they don't steal you when I'm gone, Mkay?" She said laughing, and backed into the dressing room. She began to pick out an outfit for today.



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    As soon as she felt Man-boy hit her behind, Nora inhaled lightly by the slight shock before it faded almost instantly. She hadn't a clue why she had gasped so suddenly. Ace did this nearly every other day. He had always been affectionate with all his friends, so she wasn't special by any means. The younger male always seemed to have a knack for physical touch. He would kiss others on the cheek, hug them, shake their hands, practically anything just to touch the other persons skin in some way.




    Nora was nearly the same way. The lass would hug from behind, her body molded into the others back. Of course, she rarely did it anymore as it was considered 'inappropriate' at her workplace. The corners of her somewhat small lips twitched in amusement as she held back a large grin. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, she could feel the heat in her cheeks rising and subsiding in almost no time at all.
    "Alright. Alright. I'll go get dressed."




    Standing up, sliding off of the bar counter, Nora tugged at her shorts, her short blonde, nearly white, curls bounced along with her. The lass glanced at Ace with a slight smirk before she walked up close to him, only a few inches between the two. Looking up at him, Nora raised a neat eyebrow before shaking her head softly, curls once again bouncing along with her. Rasing a small hand, she lightly stroked against Aces cheek before suddenly pulling hard on his ear. Though it may have appeared abusive in a way, Nora was simply repaying Man-Boy for his 'gift of affection'. Just as she had pulled on his ear, Nora patted his cheek before swiftly turning on her heel, heading towards the back to get dressed for tonight. After all, she did have a job to do.




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    As soon as Nora began leaving towards the backstage, rather loud steps began to come closer to the others. Rounding the corner, the mysterious person, arms crossed and eyes half lidded, made their way straight for the bar. As they passed by Nora, the lass gave a nod of acknowledgement, along with a smile. The person returning the smile with a half smirk, half smile of their own. The womans words flowing shockingly quick out of her mouth,
    'Dean; They're waiting for you.'




    The man, Dean, dissimissed her with the wave of a hand, patting her shoulder lightly as he spoke with his own deep voice.
    "I expected search parties soon."




    And just like that Nora disippeared behind the curtains of the stage. Continuing his slow walking, Dean glanced at the others, their space becoming smaller and smaller with each step. If they hadn't noticed him before, he was sure to be noticed now. The twenty two year old glided behind the bar, his attire matching the usual black he always wore. With a lean against the counter, both hands propping him up, Dean announced his presence, the usual smirk making its way onto his stubbled face.
    "You called?"




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    Jade bounced away, after Nora presumably,
    "Yeah we need some more whiskey from the back. Bound to be a lot of divorced men coming here for comfort on a Friday night."
    Duncan put the last glass he had been holding in it's place. Meanwhile, Varric walked in, the usual flirty smile on his face.
    "Hey guys, where's Jade?"
    He asked, holding up a black lace bra, most likely belonging to her.

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