While Dumas and Chester had their friendly verbal sparring and Rita was busy with the bar, Mari took one last check on her hair and make up. She felt a rush of energy on the thought that she'd soon have people to take care of. The girl had to admit people's smiles were almost addictive. She just loved to make them happy and see that they were having fun. And it made that much easier to forget about her worries.<br/><br/>The first patrons to show up were greeted with a big smile, the kind Cheshire referred to as "bewitching" and a cheerful voice. "Welcome to Wonderland, sweethearts!". As she was always - or almost always - there, Mari knew most of the regular patrons by face and name (<span style="font-style: italic">For that you memory works, huh?</span>She asked herself at times), and it made her job a lot easier. Helped making people feel at home when they entered the club.<br/><br/>"You have abandoned me, Mike! I'm very, very mad at you. Maybe I'll get your drink myself and spit on it, you know.", the girl threatened, her eyes saying she would never do it. "Come on, I'll find you a nice spot, if you promise to be a good boy and never desert me again." Mari kept her chatting as she found the young man a spot on the dance floor. "There, now you can watch all the pretty ladies."<br/><br/>She waved to the patron and got back to her spot on the entrance, feeling on her element. When she was working, Mari was very nice, open and even a little flirtatious. She had a strict "hands-off" policy, though. Or maybe she just really didn't like being touched, judging by the jumpy way she usually reacted when someone tried to grab her or just got too close.<br/><br/>As she took a group to the bar, chatting them up, the girl popped another aspirin, discreetly, and went back to her place, mumbling some song to herself in the usual half-absent way she had sometimes, and waiting for more people to come in so she could snap out of her own inside world and back on "outside mode".