[attr="class","salvatore"]The Hovel was a place Yaela explored in her youth, and later desperately fought hard to avoid becoming a permanent resident of. Shit happens when your cozy household becomes drastically tilted. If not for parents and friends, well... she tried not to think about it. Yet here she was, preparing herself to work in this dump (again). 'Do it for her,' she told herself.

The job wasn't actually half bad, either. Dealing with customers could be fun -- as long as they kept their hands to themselves. Or didn't get all drunk and belligerent and try to yank her by the hair.

She smoothed down the imaginary wrinkles in her uniform and pinched her cheeks to give their normally pale complexion a rosy twinge. The smile was the easiest, if not foxier than her standard. "Aaand showtime~." The words came out subdued, and for good reason.

Yaela was barely at the bar when she caught a glint of red hair. The color was unusual enough that she almost always had to stop for a double take. Red hair could mean several things, but her family, and by extension, her father's family, would have little purpose to visit Skid Row. But that hue and those waves were telling. Naturally, her first thought was of Val, the young woman with the handsome name.

Curious, she sidled over to her fellow redhead and the standard worker. "Didn't expect to bump into you here." Her tone was light, her smile strained. Yaela hated being caught off guard or caught in compromising positions. And to see someone of that social standing here, in a place like this, was jarring. "But it's good to know I'll be in capable hands." And just like that, she was back. A cheerful smile, hands splayed in the air. Not a care in the world, to the outside observer.

If she allowed herself to be grumpy or distraught, she'd have dropped dead ages ago.

"I'm Yaela, and I'm always eager to lend a hand." She beamed at the only non-redhead in the party. Saying that felt so cheesy and false, but that's the kind of attitude they liked to see in the service industry. Smile, do what you can for the customer, keep them happy, etc. She wasn't the biggest extrovert, but it was easy enough to fake a bubbly and outgoing demeanor when needed. More so for all those nonexistent tips she would be getting tonight.



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