<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Jason_Momoa_01.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Cristóbal Felipe Miramontes - Caleb (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10680208#msg10680208)<br/><strong>Who:</strong>ANYONE<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Behind the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>August 3rd, just before midnight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/Caleb_allnighter.jpg) - a black sleeveless denim button-up shirt, fine-linen pants, super comfy Converse sneakers<br/><hr/>Caleb was behind the bar and completely in his element. The stream of orders was steady, but not overwhelming, just as the club itself was full, yet not packed, as it tended to be on Sunday when most of the guests checked out, but the new ones would be arriving later towards the end of the week. His hands were full as he mixed the drinks ordered, making a show of it, like he always did. People were scattered around the dancefloor as well as the booths, but surprisingly, there were quite a few at the bar, so he made sure they weren't deprived of entertainment, his feet moving to the beat of the music, bottles flying in the air and the shaking kept seemingly effortless. He wore his signature sleeveless denim shirt, which may have been too warm for some clubs he worked in, but thankfully the 'Nighter had a very good air conditioning, black linen pants and comfortable sneakers. All in all, the garment was thoroughly practical, allowing him a generous freedom of movement. He served Long island ice tear, lime and soda, Margarita for Julie, whom he flashed a friendly smile as he handed her her drink, and a beer, in between some of the more elaborate and flashy drinks that were on the menu and prepared for distribution around the place today's "couvert" - the Drunken Gummy Bears infused with vodka - an appetizer, of sorts, that was placed in the booths when they emptied as well as on the bar. It was a funny little thing he had learned a long time ago. Serving these fun untraditional shots kept people playing... and tipsy.<br/><br/>The night was still young, yet the air in the Allnighter was sizzling with energy. Every club had a vibe, but in here the atmosphere was different from day to day. A crazy dance party, a wild sex party, a mixture of both and all the shades in between, all that was the 'Nighter, depending on the guests. Tonight, though, it seemed that things would go quickly in the sensual direction; the tension was thick, almost palpable, shimmering like the air above desert. It was hard to not get sucked into the atmosphere, even for someone who has been working here for a while. Caleb sometimes wondered if some of them knew how plainly written on their faces it was just what they were looking for, wondered if it was a universal thing or if it was just Bekamor and its charm that allowed people to let their guard down, he wondered if he were just as easily readable when he wandered in here on his days off.<br/><br/>His hazel eyes scanned the crowd, pausing on the people for a moment; some faces were familiar, either as guests he recognized from the days before or colleagues who came here to unwind, some faces were new, obviously curious, even bewildered. Oh, this night would be fun, that was certain.