Scarlet had been in her bathroom for quite a while now. Her cheek had a nice bruise on it. Thanks to the fucker who slapped her. It was just her luck that her face would have a bruise on the night of her interview. So she would do her best to try and hide it. She was standing in the mirror putting some concealer over the dark bruise of her cheek, wincing lightly as she accidently pushed down on it. She was going to have to be more careful. Maybe go out and buy herself a blade to carry in her pocket. Mace would just piss the bastard that tried her. She would make them bleed this time.<br/><br/>Her thoughts made her look in the mirror at herself. She looked like she had plenty of times before. A bruise on her cheek here or there. Her parents smacking her around because they were high and bored. She reached down and rubbed over where her tattoo was along her left side. The side of her body where her parents had went to far one night and broken her ribs. There was an old surgery scar there but it was now covered up. Not that it relieved the ghost pains she would get every now and again.<br/><br/>She pulled herself from her self-loathing and finished covering up her bruise. Then she dressed in some tight blue jeans, a short sleeved black top and her jacket. Her red hair fell in the light waves it always had as she pulled on the leather jacket. She was ready with her keys in hand. Locking up her little studio apartment to wander out for a stroll to the store first.<br/><br/>The woman didn't have a car but knew one of the shops around here she could find herself a pocket knife. It took a couple hours along with some bus rides but she had a nice pocket knife. It was clipped into her pants pocket as she came up to the club, Heat. Opening time was in a hour and she had just made it. She was grateful to meet with the owner and have time for her interview. She was glad the woman didn't seem to know notice her face and everything went smoothly. The job was hers and she started tonight.<br/><br/>It had been hours behind the bar. Not that she was complaining at all. She was in her zone. People were partying, drugged up and she spotted some having sex in darkened corners. Shit, this place was really something. She liked the air here and was easily getting along with the drunken patrons. Since she didn't bring her decorated tip jar, she just stuffed her tips into her pocket for tonight.<br/><br/>However, as the night grew on, there was this weird feeling in her body. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she made a sex on the beach. Something was different. She glanced over to the VIP area but couldn't see all the tables from her spot. It had to be nothing but nerves from last night. She smiled at the guy she handed the drink too. After making another Jameson and ginger for someone in VIP and she continued on.