Violet was spacing off, mindlessly emptying the ashtrays as slowly as possible. It was a slow night and that meant no tips so she tried to make any little job she could find last as long as possible. She sighed in frustration, wondering why they even opened all night on Tuesdays. But a job is a job, and at least it was honest money.<br/><br/>She snapped back to reality when she heard Ravenna calling her name. "Huh? Oh... yeah! Just a few more left, I think," she said back to her boss. The music faded to the background for her, having been listening to it all night with not much other interaction with people. The cigarette ashes smelled like death, having never been a fan of smokes.<br/><br/>She gathered the last few trays and emptied them out in the trashcan she was carting around before replacing them at their tables. She closed her eyes for a moment. Everything else was done. The shop was squeaky clean, the bathrooms mopped, the ashtrays emptied, now it was a few more hours of waiting until her shift ended.<br/><br/>She wore her usual skin tight jeans that showed off her every curve along with her polo uniform shirt that was also tailored to accentuate her figure. She didn't have very large breasts, but she loved them anyway, thinking they were cute to herself. Walking over to Ravenna at the main counter, she pulled a pin from her hair and let it spill out over her shoulders, relaxing a bit from the last couple of hours of prolonged work. She pulled four fingers to her mouth, stifling a slight yawn and leaned against the counter trapping her breasts in folded arms.<br/><br/>"Slow night..." she said passively, looking through the shelves of products and equipment behind Ravenna. She looked upward, and then rubbed the back of her ear, touching her earrings. All these extra actions were subconscious attempts at killing time.