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Soon, Dolores, the hostess downstairs in the Lounge, will be leaving her much sought after position to get married to the man of her dreams. Imogen hears some of the other waitstaff chatter about it sometimes, though she isn't the sort of person to subscribe to gossip. She doesn't know Dolores well enough to feel strongly about the situation--or anyone here, for that matter. They're all perfectly kind. As far as coworkers go, the staff at Dion's is a treasure compared to the last place she worked; but Imogen is quite reserved. She doesn't come by friends easily despite her calm intelligence and pleasant personality. It doesn't bother her much to exist on the fringes of the social groups, though. Everyone likes her well enough, and she meets any criticisms of her behavior with a willingness to accommodate those around her. Besides, she really, <i>really</i> wants Dolores' job.  Not because the Lounge is more prestigious than the restaurant, but because, down there, there's music.<br/>
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Imogen is finishing up a task when she notices Daphne, the senior waitress, answer a phone that she has never seen before. The young woman isn't sure what is more strange: her coworker's unique green hair or the fact that the phone Daphne is speaking into is not the one that reservations come through.  A faint frown tugs at her lips but she doesn't dwell too much on the situation--there's work to be done. Just as the woman begins her next task on the list of duties to accomplish before the initiation of dinner service, Daphne calls out to her.<br/>
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Imogen pauses. Blinks. Breathes in a deep intake of air. And fights the pleased smile which threatens to spread across her lips. <i>I'm wanted downstairs. They want me to take Dolores' position!</i> The blonde takes a moment to compose herself, dashing away any overexcited thoughts so she doesn't risk getting her hopes up if this is just one big joke. No, no. That sort of thinking doesn't get people promoted. <i>I'm great at my job. Why wouldn't they want me to fill in the empty spot? I earned this.</i> She clenches her hand into a fist so that no one can see the slight tremor in her fingers. <b>"Thank you, Daphne,"</b> Imogen says with a genuine smile. <b>"I'll see you later."</b> <i>Seriously, though, how is she allowed to have green hair? The dress code is so strict.</i><br/>
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On the elevator ride downstairs, Imogen takes a moment to adjust her appearance in the metallic reflection of the elevator's walls. Her blonde hair is still immaculately styled in a refined braided ponytail (she may not handle food, but she's careful not to break the health code), and she wears her simple black uniform with casual grace. A shimmery apricot colored eyeshadow enhances the flecks of blue in the stormy grey depths of her eyes and complements the salmon-pink undertones of her skin. As the elevator dings its arrival, Imogen straightens--satisfied that she still looks just as good as when she arrived. Two men stand by the bar: Dion and Gany. <i>I wonder...does everyone here have Greek sounding names?</i> She never noticed before until just this moment...Eh, no matter. Dion must just have a subconscious bias or something when it comes to hiring.<br/>
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<b>"Hello, Sirs. How may I be of service?"</b><br/>
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A polite smile spreads across her lips, eyes lowering demurely. Although her posture is straight and her appearance is flawless, there is an uneasiness on the edges of honest excitement. It's been a long, long time since she achieved anything close to being considered an accomplishment. Once upon a time, she was internationally famous in the realm of music. But the confidence she possessed back then was dashed by the very same accident that took her life away from her. Imogen does not take things like this for granted anymore, and there's always that residual fear that any success or happiness might be stripped away at a moment's notice.​</div>