And another night was starting. People to meet and greet, work to do and a massive headache.<br/><br/>"Ouch... I wish I could remember what the heck happened last night", the young woman moaned as she popped an aspirin into her mouth and sent it down with some water. "There, girl."<br/><br/>As she put her make up on in the small space she used as a room - Mari didn't have anywhere else to go, and even if she did, she might just stay in the club - the hostess hummed a song for herself.<br/><br/>She checked herself on the mirror, fixing her shirt and vest, and pulling a strand of hair away from her face.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Much, much better</span></span>, she thought to herself while making her way to the main area of the club. As the girl checked if everything looked nice, she looked up at one of the cameras.<br/><br/>"Evening, Dum. Let's have a great night!", Marissa greeted in her usual cheerful manner, raising a thumb to the camera before walking away, still humming to herself, in her usual absent manner. She fixed the position of the ear piece everyone else in the club could use to communicate with her and hoped it was working decently. It always seemed to go off balance after a "lost" night, just like mainly everything else.<br/><br/>Ignoring these line of thoughts, Mari took one last look around and took her place by the door. She'd better be there, smiling and bright-eyed when people started coming.