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On the Job Hunt
Topic Started: Aug 20 2008, 02:24 AM (287 Views)
Cassandra Quincey
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In having been in London for less than a week, Caz was quite ready to find a job, and one in particular that would either make her a lot of money or some good friends. Either would do. Large cities were certainly easy places to make aquaintances, well at least New York City had been, but she had also been in school then. London was next on her list of places to live, perhaps somwhere back in the States would be next. Who knew, maybe if this worked out, she'd ground herself. Ha, like that was possible. As long as she wasn't nailed to the pavement, she'd be on the move. But for now, this little club looked like the perfect place for a bartending job.

Her stillettos clicked softly on the dancefloor as she made her way across to the stairs leading to the second level where the offices were located. Or at least that's what the burly looking bouncer told her as she batted her eyelashes at him, wondering if any of the management staff was around. After he assured her somebody was upstairs, she passed him a sly smile without even having to turn around to know he was watching her walk away.

Dressed in dark, tight-fitting jeans and a gray pinstripe vest over a white Oxford shirt, unbuttoned almost uncomfortably low, Cassie felt completely at home as she tossed a look down the smaller bar of the upstairs lounge, this place was perfect, not too exotic, but she was sure the clientelle was exactly what she was looking for. This place has a great feel to it, classey yet carefree; she took an instant liking to it. Afterall bartending was half acting, something she could do pretty well if she said so herself.

Knocking on the half-open door of the office, Cassie poked her head in. "Anybody home? I'm curious about your hiring status." She pushed her reddish-orange bangs from her face and pinned them back with her overly large sunglasses. The rest of her multi-colored locks were held back in a loose ponytail that fell well past her shoulders but swept into view as she cocked her head to peer around the door.
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He was looking for design layouts for the restaurant. Thus, his office appeared as if had exploded with fabric and carpet samples, draperies, magazines of cutlery and table clothes and china. Pictures of digital or sketched restaurant layouts were pinned around the room. He circulated through these often whenever he was up in the office, and he often spent more hours here then he usually meant to. Whenever Lynn stopped by she would spend hours doing the same as well, but between the two of them, they couldn’t seem to come to a decision. If he couldn’t make up his mind soon he would have to close his eyes and point to decide.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and messaging the bridge of his nose. He’d been staring at the same order sheets for half an hour now, and nothing seemed to be clicking where it was suppose to. He could hear the bartenders getting ready for the night, chattering away loudly on the floor below and clanking glasses together.
He could use a drink… perhaps he would make his way down there and get himself a martini.

He was just thinking of what kind he wanted when the door opened and an Irish voice he didn’t recognized drifted through the room.

He sat up, and saw a rather pretty girl poking her head in through the door, strawberry blonde hair falling over her shoulder, large sunglasses on the top of her head and an open face that met his gaze as he stood.

“Hello.” He managed, standing, feeling a bit awkward that someone who didn’t work at the club came into the office that looked like it had been hexed to pieces.
He moved awkwardly around the desk, stepping over the tile samples he had laid on the other side of it, and making his way over to the girl. “I’m Cyprus Kyst… the owner.” He always threw in his last name when meeting new people, it was how wizards knew if he was one or not. The only Kyst family he knew of were magical.

“Did you want to take a seat?” He motioned to the sofa against the wall, feeling his cheeks flush just slightly when he saw it was stacked high with fabric samples.
He moved forward quickly, pushing them to the side to make room for her, stepping back once it was done and pulling up the arm chair – which was, thankfully, empty.
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Biting back the inappropriate laugh that bubbled up in her throat at the sight of Cyprus' office, Caz smiled brightly instead. "Just who I was looking for, name's Casssandra Quincey." She reached out to shake Cy's hand. "Cassie or Caz is fine." She finished as she waited while a seat was cleared. Taking the offered position on the sofa, Cassie took a good look around, noticing the scattered papers, layouts for what looked like another club, or possibly a restaurant, the fabric samples stacked high. Naturally curious, she ran a hand down the samples that had been pushed aside, fingering the different patterns the squares presented.

"I see that you're rather busy, perhaps I should some back another time?" She didn't want to intrude, as brash as she was, she never meant to be intentionally rude or in the way. "I was just curious as to whether or not you were hiring bartenders or waitstaff. I'm new to the area, originally from Cork, Ireland, spent the last few years in NYC studying drama, but I also have my bartending liscence and a couple of years experience in New York bars."

She wasn't sure if she was staying too long or not, but leaned back into the couch, momentarily distracted by the fabric samples again. "These two would look fabulous as old fashioned, large booths from like the 20's style lounges." She had no idea what Cyprus was going for in his designs, but she had never had a problem sharing her ideas. When one studies as some kind of art school, you naturally make friends who are fashion or interior designers. Her mother had always said she had a flair for anything dramatic and fashionable. "Sorry, I'm easily side-tracked, not one of my better qualities, but a minor one." She grinned, crossing her legs in front of her.
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So she didn’t seem to recognize his name, but that didn’t really mean anything. Either she wasn’t a witch, or she wasn’t from around Europe. He answered this for her after a moment, saying she was from Ireland but lived in New York.
And with bartending experience. Usually girls who came here looking for a job didn’t have a liscense, or didn’t think they even needed one.

He paused for a moment, and had opened his mouth to ask her how long she had experience for and what kind of bar she worked for when she spoke again, her fingers grazing over the fabric samples. He was a bit thrown off by her words, and he looked at the fabrics she indicated before his brow furrowed in thought.
They would look good if he was going for that sort of style…

“In all honesty, I really have no idea what kind of style I want yet.” He told her, brushing off the mind wandering part. “My business partner and I have been staring at these things for a while now and haven’t come to a conclusion.”

He sat forward in his chair, regarding her quietly for a moment before smiling. “Do you want to be a bartender or an interior designer?” The question was a legitimate one, for she seemed to have talent in the later, and it was something he could consider.
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Caz eyed him curiously, raising a delicate eyebrow at his question. In order to give herself a minute to ponder which would be the appropriate answer, she eased herself off the couch to take a better look at the floor plans hanging on the wall. Cyprus certainly had an eye for clean lines and obviously put an immense amout of though into the designs, at leas the ones displayed before her. She liked the classic look of the blue-prints in front of her and noticed it was something that carried througout all of the maps. She turned from the drawings back to the fabrics, returning to the couch and the swatches she had mentioned earlier.

"Let's see, I can make you a drink and put together the exact fabrics and suggest the right woods for each of those three designs," She pointed over to the wall where they hung. "Then you can decide where my talents lie." Good thing her hair was already back because she was in thinking mode. Pulling the rich purple swatch with a silver inlay and a soft satiny black from the pile, she floundered through the pile again to find another few fabrics for the other designs that had instantly popped into her mind. "Mind you, I have an acting degree." She warned him. "I've only dabbled in this kind of design, but my mum's a pretty successful caterer." Fashion was more her area of expertise, but interior wasn't too far off, it was just like dressing a person, only in room form.

After quickly grabbing a pen and a stack of sticky notes from her purse, she started scribbling down ideas. "This one," She motioned to the layout that best described her 1920's lounge idea, "Would look amazing in deep, rich colors like this purple, or even a dark green with silver accents. A dark wood, or a black stain, if you had any, but I would go with glossy silver instead. Large comfortable booths for parties of four or more and small, private, cirular booths for couples. The bar would definitely be a stainless steel, with soft track lighting to create the mood like you're in a different time." She paused to note this all down and stick her obnoxiously orange sticky note with the fabrics onto the first design. "This design would tend to a larger restaurant, maybe fifty to seventy five tables. Round tables could fill the spaces inbetween, in various sizes to accomodate larger parties if needed. It would also lend itself to catering functions if you want to go that route. It could also have a small dancefloor or stage if you wanted to bring in entertainment.

"Now this one," Caz paused at the second layout to take a good look at it. "Smaller, definitely, twenty-five tables max." She nodded her head, unaware it looked more like she was talking to herself than Cy. "Mix the woods, dark on the oustide but expose the grain. I'd go with reds, golds and oranges. Definitely raw wood though, where you can see the gnarled knots and wrought iron accents. It would certainly be more personal than the last design. I wouldn't really go larger than tables of four, but the chairs would be wooden, some high tables. Like a little mountain get-a-way in the middle of the city." Cassie paused to look at Cy, haulting her gesticulations for a moment before getting right back into the swing of things. "I'm not talking deer heads on the wall, but antique paintings, lace table cloths, a central fire place that's completely open and candles on the table for lighting, romantic." She stopped again to write down her notes and stick it to the design.

The last design she wasn't terribly fond of, but she could make it work. "More modern." She decided out loud. "Either an open kitchen, or a hibachi type layout where they cook in front of you, make a little show out of it. High tables, square, almost like there's nothing but a long lenth of bar winding it's way around the floor. Sleek though, stainless steel. I would almost say give it a little bit of an Asian twist, bamboo accents, but a simple, minimalist attitude with the lighting coming from almost hidden wall accents and water running down the walls. Again, I'd say about thirty tables or so would do it." She wrote down her last notes and stuck them onto the paper.

Turning back to Cyprus, she smiled, a little flushed with her efforts. "Now if you want I can make you a drink, because I think I need one myself." Laughing at herself and her tendency to over-do things she meandered back over to the couch to reclaim her seat and she leaned back. But as soon as she did so, an idea sprang to life inside her constantly turning brain. "Better idea," She laughed at the brilliancy of her mind. "You let me tend bar here for now, I help you with your designs and if you like my work behind the bar, you promote me to bar manager at the new place when it's finished." Smiling, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, a little suprised at the turn of events in the meeting and a little eager to find out what he would say.
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He watched her rise from the couch, a bit bewildered with this for a moment, until she moved towards the designs on the wall and he realized she meant to get a better look at what she might be getting into. He understood that perfectly, for he wouldn’t want to agree to do something without first looking over the work load. Of course he would pay her well for doing it, but it might be more then he could handle… he was already getting stressed over it himself.

"Let's see, I can make you a drink and put together the exact fabrics and suggest the right woods for each of those three designs, then you can decide where my talents lie."

He watched her for a moment before smiling brightly. “That sounds like a good plan.” And then she just jumped right into it, leaving him both bewildered and shocked… and just… completely thrown off. She plowed through the room like a hurrican, shooting off ideas and sticking sticky notes to the designs with fabric samples. He crained around in his chair to watch her move about the room, nodding as she talked away, surprised at the knowledge she seemed to possess about such things despite warning him she hadn’t taken design in school.

And then she was finished and he found himself staring at her in amusement and utter confusion before he realized this was his moment to speak, “It really sounds like you know what you’re doing anyway-“

But before he could say something…boss-like and intelligent she was off again as she came to sit back down on the couch again.

Bar manager? They already had one… but he guess he could see how it went. She certainly was outgoing… and he could always have two he supposed.

After a moment of sitting perfectly still, his gaze moving over her eager face he grinned. “Sounds like a deal. I hope, though, you know what you’re getting yourself into. My partner and I have been looking at those samples and designs for weeks now and haven’t come to a single conclusion. You will have to meet her of course, though…” He looked around the room at all the different designs. “It really does look like you know what you’re doing…” he turned back to grin wolfishly at her. “Actress or not.”

He stood, offering his hand to her to help her up – probably unnecessarily – “Now, we’ll see how you are about those drinks?”

…If he understood correctly about the deal she’d just made for herself. A very assertive woman, which, he figured, would make her a good addition here. But he didn’t want to agree to the bartending until she saw her skill there.
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(oops I meant bar manager of the new place, bad communication, sorry!)

"Yes well, I had a lot of friends in the interior design major who needed a lot of help making their presentation boards, plus I pick things up quickly." Her roommate in NYC had been an interior design major at Parsons while she attended NYU for her acting degree. She smiled brightly at the compliment though. She understoon his situation here and that of course Cyprus would have to run things by his partner, but she really wasn't worried, one way or another, whichever he hired her for, she was getting a job. Funny how it worked out she had walked in for a bartending job and them miraculously found something much more interesting. It made her truely enjoy the twists and turns of life sometimes.

"Oh certianly." Caz smiled again as Cy suggested she get to the drink-making part of her audition. She took his offered hand and pulled herself up from the couch, taking her things with her. This was the easy part, for her anyway. Less fun than picking her own brain for design ideas, but bartending had become second nature to her during her last year in the city after college was done. When that was what you did for close to 12 hours a day, your hands just started to move on their own. Following Cyprus from the room, she wondered if they would use the upstairs bar, which looked smaller, though just as fully stocked, or the downstairs bar, which she had been itching to get behind since she walked in the door.

"I really enjoy your layout here, what's the clientelle like?" She was curious, the outside looked very bland, but once you walked through the door, it was like a totally different world. She also didn't know if she was working for muggles or wizards right now. She supposed it would be easy to find out, Kyst he said his last name was. She hadn't heard of it, but Caz had separated herself form the pureblood lifestyle a long time ago, so that didn't mean much. It just meant she'd have to do some questioning of reliable sources. Well whatever, she could tend bar with or without magic. Waiting to see if they would head downstairs or not, Cassie asked, "So what's your poison? Cosmo? Martini? Long Island Iced Tea?" All things she could make in her sleep, she honestly hoped he a little flair for the exotic.
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