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Just as soon as Ella goes out of the dressing room she is taken notice of a number of male customers. She approaches them to take a few orders and then goes to the bartender.

"Barn Owl, I need these orders." She gave a paper with a list of orders to Jerry as she leaned to the edge of the counter.

Ella blushed bright red "umm... ahh...thanks. There's nothing much happening though." she says while looking at Jerry and away back and again. She takes the order and looks at Jerry. "Well.. I have to get these orders done." She gets the drinks to the guest. After a number of serving beverages to guests she sits down by the counter. She places her arm on the counter then sighs.

Alex walked lazily around the large room holding in his hands a large dark brown tray for empty glasses. As he walked people handed him the strangely shaped cups. He danced a little, the tail hanging between his legs swaying with his hips. Once the tray was full he took it behind the bar and looked up to see Jerry. "Oh." He stopped breathing and looked around quickly for something that needed done not near the bar. If Jerry figured out that he was working today he would be in a lot of trouble. Jerry was one of few who actually enforced the age limit of the waiters. Hopefully he would go unrecognized in costume, but only for so long.

"You're right, Firefly. I'll get back to work no---" She stared standing up but the moment both of her legs were supporting her body her left leg began to ache. It was very painful but Ella tired not to take notice. Her painful expression was covered by her mask. She tried to walk but almost fell luckily she was able to stand again and approach a nearby customer.

Darkness came over the city and the people started to come out of their homes and work places. Men and women looking for a good time and a reprieve from their day to day lives took to the streets of the red district. Soon the Blue Moon would be crawling with desperate clients looking for the most bizarre releases the world had to offer. Some would be looking to release others.

Before the nightly bustle, a man approached him the bar. "Two daiquiris. Strawberry."

"Sounds like a girl's drink, sir." He got out the appropriate glasses. "You're sure you would not rather have a whiskey on the rocks or something more manly?"

"You seem to enjoy insulting your customers, Sparrow." The man glared at him for a moment. Jerry kept pouring, smiling a little.

"I just like to tease a little. No hard feelings?" He put the daiquiris on the table and winked at the middle aged man.

"We'll see about those feelings." The man handed Jerry the payment with a nice tip. In between two fives there was a white piece of paper he would have to check later, though he already knew about what it would say.

"Thank you, sir. You are quite generous. Enjoy your evening." Jerry went to pour another set of drinks.

Now fully dressed out and in civilian clothing, Alex walked into the back kitchen were there seemed to be a great need for a dish washer. He sighed and started running hot soapy water into the great sink. Then he pulled on an apron and started washing. He really needed to get paid and this was one way he could do so while acting within Jerry's bizarre rules. He turned on his head phone and hummed as he worked getting lost in the bubbles and shapely colored glasses.

"leg? Oh..No it's fine really. It's just a little sprai--Ouch!" She painful expression was clear this time. She look a quick look at her leg and noticed it swelling. "...it must because a hit something while going here. Anyway, it's not really a big deal." She stands up despite the pain.

Ella felt bad. She didn't want anybody to worry about her at all. She looked away from Jerry and said, in a low tone, "I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll work twice as hard the next time."