<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8e/Linaposada.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Marisa Milano (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10395798#msg10395798), Site manager<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>At the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>this outfit (http://www.fatalwoman.com/images/thumbnails/305/531/detailed/7/clubwear_90048-A.jpg) with black heels<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">The Allnighter had been built originally to contain about a hundred people. Since the resort had the potential for about eighty guests plus about half that in staff that was allowed to come and dance just as much as anyone else, it meant that the small club had the potential to be full, but not every dug that kind of music, the loud and rhythmic kind that would encourage to dance. Right now, though, the place was calm. The DJ wasn’t there yet but the bartender was, and there were platters of bite-size hors d’oeuvre waiting for the guests to arrive.<br/><br/>She was wearing a sexy black dress that covered all that mattered, but barely. It wasn’t that she would have been uncomfortable wearing nothing but her skin, but this was an official meeting for her and she didn’t want client to either have no idea where to look at when with her, or to have their eyes glued to her exposed breasts. She wouldn’t be overly surprised to see that some of them would come half dressed, if at all, and that was fine with her. It was the heels that were killing her. Since moving on the island to take care of the family business, she had given up on heels to the profit of bare feet or flipflops sandals. <br/><br/>“Hey sweetheart, would you prepare me a mojito, please…” She asked the employee behind the bar. She needed something refreshing and these two combined with alcohol, something sweet and sparkling water would hit the spot just fine. She wasn’t really nervous. A bit anxious for people to arrive sure. Meeting new people, renewing friendships with returned guests, talking with the staff in a non-professional way was always nice.</div>