It was not long before Hope found a hot spot in the quaint West End. Club Blue was practically screaming forth in the night as the pounding rhythms of the music were pushing past the club's elaborate front door.
A feline's smug grin hungrily engulfed her mouth. "Finally.....something that beckons promise." She had seen a few scattered adds in the Classifieds for the club; barkeeps, bouncers, and the like. She was a night owl, obviously, and with her longing to be back in the spotlight, she figured this place was perfect.
It had been some time since she'd been on a stage, much less a pole. A new experience...that was something she didn't often have. Of course it wasn't because she shied away from the edge. It was more because she had already done most everything she had ever set her heart on. That was her favorite part of the "after-life," having more time...so much more...to follow her dreams and try just about everything without fear of death. Kindred were the perfect beings in her eyes, even before she was taken, she had been mystified by them. Now, as one of them (for the last few centuries), she embraced her existence in the fullest sense.
Yes, a dancer at the Blue....Hope rather liked the sound of that.