The Ark was typically so quiet during the day, and while in these moments it was the very antithesis of how most people tended to view the place times like this were often Carolina's favorite. Country music filtered in through the overhead speakers, loud enough that she could sing along quietly to the familiar tunes as she worked behind the bar. Mira had texted her the night before asking if she could come in earlier than her typical shift, something had come up and the bar still needed to be prepped for the busy night that awaited them. Fights always drew a crowd, the sheer bloodlust that seemed to fuel so many of Sacrosanct's supernatural was a force to say the least. The leopard never much cared for the bloodshed herself, though over her time in the floating club she had seen her fair share, but this bar was her home, her church.
And there was much to be done which had her moving fluidly from one end of the bar to the other with familiarity that only came from all the time she had spent behind it. Checking cabinets she would flit back to a notepad on the bartop, noting that they needed to order more cleaner and to grab the extra napkins from the back later so they didn't run out in the middle of prime time tonight. There were bottles to be dusted on their pristine shelves, others to be refilled along with the various wells spaced methodically beneath the long, polished bar. It was so easy to lose herself in the rhythm, that back and forth so nearly a dance of sorts all while her soft voice hummed in tune with the lyrics. Now this was heaven.
Her job at the Ark's popular bar had changed her life, the people within who had become more than friends even more so and how far had she come in all that time? How long had it been since she felt like she might call anywhere home? Yet this ship with is steadfast consistency was like a balm to her soul, even sinking couldn't keep the place down and having such a constant in a life that had been so tumultuous was exhilarating to the southerner.
Turning around quickly to grab another box of straws from the back counter she twirled back to the bar, but the dark figure on its edge nearly stopped her heart. A rather loud, and unbecoming, yelp left her pink lips as she jumped, the straws in the box which she had been clutching flying out to scatter across the floor. A rather uncouth
Either way as her heartrate started to normalize she realized the other were was smiling.... smiling! Of course he would find her panic amusing, it wouldn't surprise her if he had snuck in purposefully to do so. She fixed him with a disapproving glance though her smile made it clear that she wasn't truly cross with him, over time she had come to be rather fond of his antics unorthodox and unpredictable as he tended to be. It wasn't until he started rambling on about a stupid desk man that she focused in on him further.
Sure enough there the delivery man stood with clipboard in hand and she couldn't help but notice he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as she approached. It seemed he was expecting her, her name falling from his lips in an obvious question to which she eagerly nodded in response.
Of course he would ask about the no doubt brusque man who had originally found him at the door, there was a reason he didn't interact with customers or people in general all too often. She couldn't help the soft laugh that fell from her pink lips as she shook her head.