Opening Night.  Kat drew in a breath and exhaled slowly, her bright electric blue eyes sweeping the empty room.  She could hear bustling noises in the back from the kitchen though and she pushed herself away from the bar itself.  It was time to open up for buisness.  She was excited, but more than a little nervous.  She had spent a good chunk of what money she had saved  up in this project and she really hoped it didn't fall through.<br/><br/>Tonight, she wore something pretty simple.  A long black skirt flowed down to her bare ankles and feet, the material soft and almost see through.  Above that was a black square neck lined tank top beneath a black leather waist cincher.  Her twin kukris, as always, were crossed over her back securely.  Her rather bright red hair was worn down, hanging down to just below her hips in waves, a contrast to her pale flesh.<br/><br/>She paused at the front door for a moment before she unlocked the bolt and opened up the front door to peer out.  It was eight o'clock, so the city was busy, but it was still a little early for most people to drink.  She swept her eyes over the side walk one last time before closing the door and pulling herself back inside the bar.  She moved to the window near the front door and plugged in the extention cord.  Shortly after, the neon light from the sign stating "OPEN" glared a bright red out unto the street.  She knew from memory that the electrical sign above the door that read "Scarlett Tavern and Inn" would be light up now too, casting an almost ominous red glow unto the sidewalk and street.<br/><br/>Taking in another breath and turning around, she let it out as she made her way back towards the bar.  She moved with a cat like ease behind the bar counter itself and then leaned her weight into the counter with her elbows, her chin propped up in her palm as her eyes found the door.  Would they come?  Would her project be an epic fail?  Maybe she should have started her opening with a show, got a band to come out.  Of course, she could always call a favor in and get one to play tonight.  Her mind scattered as she nervously bit at her lower lip, thinking of what she might have should have done instead.  Setting her mind at ease, she decided that if it came to it, she would call up a band to come and play.