Post by idreamofgenie on Aug 11, 2011 18:04:31 GMT -5
OUTFIT OF REAL WORLD ZIVA
No one could deny that Ziva was a hard worker. No one. She worked everyday, save for Tuesday's, and would arrive on those days at 7:30 pm sharp, a half hour before her shift even started. And she would work, and work, and work, dancing her ass off, until 4:00 a.m. She was lucky, to live next to old Mrs. Foster, who took Ari on the weekdays. Truly, the weekends were the only time Ziva worked, and did not worry herself about how much she missed her son. Those were the nights that Ari was with David, and Ziva was always the most focused then.
And so it went that Saturday. She came to work, greeted Adeen and Nate the bartenders, give a passing grin to Mr. Carson, then head back. There she would become Jeannie Wish. And, every time she would hear that horribly tacky, icky, stupid name that Djinn had thought clever, she would cringe. She might as well be called Strippy McHotstuff. But, that's who she was, when on the clock. And she'd put on horrifyingly sexy costumes and outfits, and dance and twirl, while the average customer (about 30-40, married, balding) watched from their table. Sometimes, she'd get lucky. A bachelor party would come in, and a Mr. Youngtwentysomething would become keen on her for the evening. And Ziva would flirt and entertain.
Ziva actually enjoyed her work, despite it not being the most affluent of career choices. She could dance, which she loved. Her coworkers were friendly, as was her boss. She would then go and change, and be ready rather quickly, so long as the other girls didn't distract her too much with various shenanigans. Sometimes Mr. Carson would come in to make them speed along. This horrified Ziva the first time, as she had been partially undressed. Ridiculously so, given her line of work. It wasn't like Mr. Carson didn't go out on the floor when the girls were out. But, by now, Ziva was use to it.
She would then go and do her thing, taking a twenty minute break around 10:30 pm. She would eat a light dinner, spending most of the time gossiping with Nate or talking with Adeen. Then, back on the floor until 3:45 am. With a wink and a bow, she'd leave the stage, and go back to the locker/dressing room. Her real world cloths back on after a quick shower, Ziva Saladin was back, and Jeannie Wish was away until tomorrow.
Walking back out on the floor in her shorts and navy tank top, her light blue sweatshirt hanging over one arm, she went behind the bar, using the mirror to reapply her more natural looking make up. As she applied the eyeliner, she grinned at Nate. "No, I didn't notice this til now, ChaCha, but you're looking especially cute tonight." It was not said flirtatiously, but lightheartedly. He was young, far too young for Ziva, and (so Adeen informed the sometimes naive Ziva) liked men. Giving a small laugh, she looked back at the mirror. "Deena, doesn't he look cute tonight?"
No one could deny that Ziva was a hard worker. No one. She worked everyday, save for Tuesday's, and would arrive on those days at 7:30 pm sharp, a half hour before her shift even started. And she would work, and work, and work, dancing her ass off, until 4:00 a.m. She was lucky, to live next to old Mrs. Foster, who took Ari on the weekdays. Truly, the weekends were the only time Ziva worked, and did not worry herself about how much she missed her son. Those were the nights that Ari was with David, and Ziva was always the most focused then.
And so it went that Saturday. She came to work, greeted Adeen and Nate the bartenders, give a passing grin to Mr. Carson, then head back. There she would become Jeannie Wish. And, every time she would hear that horribly tacky, icky, stupid name that Djinn had thought clever, she would cringe. She might as well be called Strippy McHotstuff. But, that's who she was, when on the clock. And she'd put on horrifyingly sexy costumes and outfits, and dance and twirl, while the average customer (about 30-40, married, balding) watched from their table. Sometimes, she'd get lucky. A bachelor party would come in, and a Mr. Youngtwentysomething would become keen on her for the evening. And Ziva would flirt and entertain.
Ziva actually enjoyed her work, despite it not being the most affluent of career choices. She could dance, which she loved. Her coworkers were friendly, as was her boss. She would then go and change, and be ready rather quickly, so long as the other girls didn't distract her too much with various shenanigans. Sometimes Mr. Carson would come in to make them speed along. This horrified Ziva the first time, as she had been partially undressed. Ridiculously so, given her line of work. It wasn't like Mr. Carson didn't go out on the floor when the girls were out. But, by now, Ziva was use to it.
She would then go and do her thing, taking a twenty minute break around 10:30 pm. She would eat a light dinner, spending most of the time gossiping with Nate or talking with Adeen. Then, back on the floor until 3:45 am. With a wink and a bow, she'd leave the stage, and go back to the locker/dressing room. Her real world cloths back on after a quick shower, Ziva Saladin was back, and Jeannie Wish was away until tomorrow.
Walking back out on the floor in her shorts and navy tank top, her light blue sweatshirt hanging over one arm, she went behind the bar, using the mirror to reapply her more natural looking make up. As she applied the eyeliner, she grinned at Nate. "No, I didn't notice this til now, ChaCha, but you're looking especially cute tonight." It was not said flirtatiously, but lightheartedly. He was young, far too young for Ziva, and (so Adeen informed the sometimes naive Ziva) liked men. Giving a small laugh, she looked back at the mirror. "Deena, doesn't he look cute tonight?"
