Private Finished The Fox and The Owl

Looking up at the unassuming bar called The Fox Hole, Fe stood there just tapping her foot rather impatiently on the pavement and rolling her eyes while thinking it had better be nicer inside that out, cause out was not anything special and the place did not look like it attracted more than the random passerby.

Fe Glaux had heard things, good things about the place and its owner. Some foxy fellow named Jericho, though she had to smile at her own bad pun since Jericho was, supposedly, a fox, and not just in the ... hey, good-looking way, but in the real god-like way.

Something she had to admit that as a Sirin, she found both intriguing and appealing to her own owl-like nature. 'Weren't the two creatures naturally rivals or something in nature?' she thought for a moment with a small frown before shrugging mentally. Fe had no clue to be honest, since she didn't hunt even though she ate fresh meat, and wasn't a fan at all of getting dirty - especially outside or in the forest or wherever wild animals supposedly lived.

"Okay, well, here goes nothing," Fe said to herself as she ran her hands through her hair and fluffed it up a bit and then straightened her top, adjusting herself and her assets before she entered the bar wearing red high heels, a lowcut dark red top, and tight black jeans that showed off her long legs nicely.

Stopping as soon as she entered, Fe cocked an eyebrow at what she was seeing. The place was definitely nicer, way nicer than its facade. It was a place she could definitely see herself singing in. Glancing around, she then saw a waitress and asked her if Mr. Jericho was in and if they were looking for a singer.

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While Fe waited, she took advantage of the time to wander around a little to take a small, but very interested peek at the place. The bar was decorated, surprisingly, like a forest, more modern than a forest but a forest just the same. And while Fe would never have willingly entered a forest just because of the getting dirt on her shoe factor, she found that this place actually struck a chord with her... strange as that may have been since she was more the concrete jungle type - or so she had thought.

When the waitress came back and told Fe to follow her that Jericho would see her, she followed her in silence, quietly impressed by her surroundings, despite all her preconceived notions about nature and dark dirty forests.

"Mr. Jericho Fox?" Fe asked, thoroughly thrown off her game now when the waitress showed her into an office which was, once again, a total surprise. Glancing down at her feet, Fe didn't know what to think about the grass under her as her heels sunk deep into as she walked forward.

"My name is Fe, Fe Glaux, and I was wondering if you are hiring singers?" she said as she regarded him openly, pleasantly surprised that Jericho was indeed a handsome looking fox, well, sort of.

After shaking Jericho's hand, Fe took a seat, surprised actually at his height. She had not quite expected that, in fact, none of anything was quite as she expected it to be and found herself at a bit of a loss for the moment. Her usual bravado, and even snarky thoughts, seemed to have been left somewhere between Jericho's office and the Strip.

Listening politely, sitting upright with her legs crossed, Fe was not surprised to hear they didn't have a singer. That was partly the reason she had come here, in hopes of convincing by asking or planting a seed. Live entertainment was usually a draw for a bar, especially if the singing was good and adaptable to the environment, both of which Fe knew she could easily offer. She could also be as classy or as trashy as was needed, depending on the crowd the bar wanted to draw.

Watching Jericho change his mind almost immediately, made Fe smile as she leant forward on chair and cupped her one knee, "I can sing almost any style you want, though my own personal style is more indie rock," she explained. "I also have a good vocal range if that helps. And I can provide my own costumes and wardrobe if such a thing is required."

Fe had to chuckle, she had, more times than she cared to admit, sung to drunken crowds and while they weren't her favourite audience, she had to admit she had received some of the nicest compliments and sometimes gifts from drunken patrons.

"Well, I am a Sirin if you must know," she started as she adjusted herself, sitting up straighter as she gazed at Jericho, "I am studying music part-time and have sung at ..." here she named a few other popular bars and restaurants in town, "Long term, I hope to sing professionally, record an album, become famous, maybe even a household name..." she grinned, knowing she sounded overly ambitious and that her goals might be unattainable in most people's minds.

"And why do I want to work here," she said, "well, because The Fox Hole has the reputation for offering an experience different to most bars on the island. And I'm very interested in being part of something unique. People remember singers from places like The Fox Hole more than they do from a place like the Green Hat." she told him truthfully.

"Oh, and no, I don't have a criminal record... yet," she remarked coyly.

"Of course, I totally understand," Fe said with a tiny nod at his comment about wanting to keep any criminal activity at a distance. And not at all surprised to hear that a lot of his employees had records of some sort. It seemed like a thing in the bar nightclub industry.

When Jericho asked if she'd like a tour of the place, Fe stood up and followed him. "Of course," she said, "I'd love to see The Fox Hole," she admitted, more than a little curious now to see what the rest of the bar was actually like.

"You are open all hours, right?" she asked him, now remembering seeing a sign somewhere stating a 24-hour policy.