<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,  Jessica, Alexander<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;">”Alright.” Marisa answered to Jessica, her smile more than just the polite thing that Marisa offered to most guests the first time they met. She was more friendly toward a certain kind of woman at first, and Jessica seemed to be the kind of woman Marisa could get along with for a longer talk. Jessica was right on one thing, though. She couldn’t afford to sit all night at a table with her, she had to go and greet the guests, make sure that on one would be alone for too long, get bored and leave with a pretty bad impression of the crowd. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” Marisa said and took her Mojito in hand, leaving the glass of sangria in front of her.<br/><br/>“It might be a little easier on you if you keep in mind that people come here to enjoy themselves.” Marisa told Jessica and winked. She walked by the counter after, quickly picking up another glass of sangria. It was the drink that was on the house for the meet and greet. If the guests and staff wanted something stronger, like her own mojito, they’d have to pay for it.. She walked toward the man who sat alone in his booth. He sort of screamed nerdy, socially awkward to her, but she didn’t want to assume. Just like she had done with Jessica, Marisa placed the sangria in front of the guest as she slipped into the booth across the table from him. She held out a hand toward the man and introduced herself. “I’m Marisa Milano.” <br/></div>