<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/JordanAnderson.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Fox Anderson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10397621#msg10397621)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>The boss lady aka Marisa<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Behind the Bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, early evening<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White outfit and killer heels (http://www.polyvore.com/akara_party/set?id=131570813)<br/><hr/><br/>It was quite still but it was merely the calm before the storm. It was a time Fox loved. She could all but feel the buzz in the air, the anticipation. Every season was different but none failed to leave an impression, she couldn't imagine this one would be any different. She flicked her hair over her shoulder again once more checking the bottles and the taps. Fox was a perfectionist and this was her art as far as she was concerned. Everything needed to be clean and in it's proper place.<br/><br/>Marisa's voice intruded on Fox's OCD moment causing her to lift her head nodding easily at the request, "Course Hun." She said easily selecting a tall slender glass and setting it on the bar. Mint leaves fresh from garden kept chilled in the fridge were scattered on the bottom of the glass before a scoop of ice went on top of them pinning them in place. Next the rum, sugar and lime juice were poured with precision and speed into the shaker and Fox had a little fun flipping it through the air before straining the mixture into the glass, filling it the rest of the way with soda water and topping it with sprig of mint and a straw. Lastly it was placed on a coaster and slid across the bar, all in less then ninety seconds.<br/><br/>"Here you go." Fox said with a smile making sure everything was right back in it's proper place before leaning back on the bar relaxing in the last few moments before the DJ got here to set up and then the wonderful guests arrived. "Excited?" Fox asked lifting a dark bottle to her lips taking a light swig. It was beer technically but of the non alcoholic variety. People bought her drinks so often if she didn't take non alcoholic beers or faking her shots she'd be smashed most nights she worked. She'd drunk the things so often she'd actually developed a taste for them oddly enough.<br/><br/>"I am." She said settling down the bottle and wiping down the gleaming counter for the few water marks that seemed to stubbornly stay in place. Hooking the rag back in it's place she rolled her shoulder reminding herself to relax as she adjusted the fall of her shirt or what passed for a shirt. One of the perks of working and living here was the freedom of dressing as she choose. No where else could she dress in matching hot pants and a shirt that really only cover her the front of her breasts and belly button.  "Such interesting people always show up." She remarked with a light smirk of pleasure.