<div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Penelope Jennings, a successful and well respected business woman on Wall Street. Standing as one of the most popular companies within the states, she has become quite the force to be reckoned with. Her age, appearance and so much more had quickly become the face of business corporations, helping her rise to power. However, Miss Penelope wasn't just a blue collared business woman, no she was quite the party animal as well. Just days before Christmas, a night club opened up in the downtown district, instantly gaining in popularity thanks to...no limitations on how far you could go.<br/>
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It is said that the club had the addicting stench of drugs and sex, leaving others to give in to their darkest fantasies. A place such as this breaks all the rules, destroys the very foundation that the local police officials have been trying to make. So, how could something like that simply exist without consequence? Simple, one of the most powerful people own this club, Penelope Jennings. It was believed that she's tipped off the police, funding them for whatever they could desire, corrupting them to her will. She runs the bustling city and runs the toxins that get put into it, though it's rumored she never makes an appearance in her own club..that is until tonight.<br/>
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It was another boring, straight edged day in the office, another day wasted on business meetings and paper signing. It had left the young woman feeling restless and in need of some form of release, anything to get her mind off of the frustrations of the public. Perhaps that was why she dared to make an appearance today, why she dared to slip on that right red dress of hers sitting in the back of the closet. Why she downed a few shots and smoked before leaving. Why, even as she walked in through the doors, she gave every single person there who dared to look at her, a flirtatious and hungry smile. What was one night of fun going to do? Surely it wouldn't matter?<br/>
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Smiling to herself, she slowly made her way over to the bar, slipping behind it and brushing up against one of the bartenders. "You're working mighty hard tonight Tino..how come?" A soft, British accent rolled off her tongue, as sweet as honey as she licked her lips, smiling up at him as she leaned against the bar with curious eyes. "I'm here to help~ and perhaps have some fun..smile for me." She expressed as she shifted, going to the first person she saw and smiled flirtatiously. "And what can I get started for you my dear?" She purred out.<br/>
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Dark, Stormy eyes slid along the length of the club where the heavy pound of music pulsated through the floor. It was a busy night, the mingled cheers and heated groans made the bartender smirk as he let his hands skillfully dance over the bottles lined up on the bar. He was one of the best bartenders there, his skill in mixology was unrivaled but that wasn't exactly why he was stationed there.<br/>
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Oh no, it was his looks that got him this job, the way his smile shone with ease, the way he managed to flirt a woman into twelve drinks and a very expensive bottle of Don Julio 1942. He had been distracted, too focused on getting out drinks when his gaze drifted quickly to the woman who had come to stand behind the bar.<br/>
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Penelope..the sweetest thing he has ever come across..a perfect woman to say the least. When her hand came to brush his arm, he could feel a shiver run down his spine, eyes darkening with desire before he offered an easy smile. "Mm well I do my best Miss Jennings." He expressed as he paused in his work, gaze lingering as she spoke, eyes trailing along her figure as she leaned over the counter to give her attention to someone else.<br/>
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Clearing his throat, he offered a faint smile before turning back to making a few more drinks for Becky off to the side who absolutely demanded more sex on the beach Shots. Pausing, he lifted his gaze once more towards the dance floor, the itch to get his hands on something growing far too much for his liking. Rolling his eyes, he handed off the shots before placing a hand on his hip and spoke up. "Who's next?"</span>​</div>