judge fudge ((quinn))

There was something glorious about working in the nightclub circuit, and it was that she was able to get info on anybody just by building up rapport and meeting the right people. It was one moment that she was grateful to be the eldest Cartwright child as there was no other way she'd be given such opportunities. It would've been disgusting if she had to be in the same school as Hazel or Emerald. Who did they think they were? The queens of the universe? Self-awareness wasn't her strongest suit.

Diamonique strutted into the club wearing a tight, revealing dress that was sure to draw attention. Why wouldn't she use what she was blessed with to gain drinks for free? She made her way to the bar and leaned over at one of the stools glancing at her sister with a smirk before saying, "Hello, Ember. Imagine what would happen if everyone here knew your name started with a 'Q'..."

@Quinn Cartwright

Ember wasn't performing that night, instead she was working the bar. She didn't mind it, really. She made good tips and she was able to build up connections with people who came into the club without them actually knowing anything about her. She was wiping down the bar after the last patron had just left when someone else came and sat in the barstool that had been recently vacated. She looked up with a smile, though that smile quickly faded as she saw that it was her older sister on the other side of the bar. And already, the other woman was trying to call her out. She frowned. "What do you want, Dia?" Ember didn't associate with her family much, her parents didn't like that she tried to sever all ties with the Cartwright name by working here under a different name but they couldn't do much about it. She was an adult, after all. And she didn't want the stigmas and such that came from the Cartwright name. Now it seemed as if her older sister was coming in to try to ruin it for her. Typical.

@Diamonique Cartwright

"I'm here to say 'hi', Ember. Is that not allowed?" Diamonique questioned feeling pertubed by her sister's reaction; she should be thankful to be receiving her time and attention! Out of all of their siblings, she was bearable enough to deserve it. Tapping her fingers on the counter, Diamonique smirked at a guy that was in their direction before changing it into a look of disgust once he moved out of their view. "I don't know why you didn't think I'd find out about your job. You know I work at clubs too..."

@Quinn Cartwright