Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Standing in front of the mirror, sliding on the black bob over her bright red locks that were currently encased in a wig cap, Penny Davitt watched the girl she knew slip away under a disguise of black hair, blue eyes and heavier make up than she was actually comfortable with that and a rather revealing cater-waiter uniform. All the cater-waiters were female her boss acquired this position for her because her job was simple. Steal data then insert a virus. That was all she was given. Pulling on the lapels of her cropped blazer, Penny scrutinized herself in the mirror. Underneath the blazer was a white blouse that had a few buttons undone to draw the eye and it was tucked into high waist black shorts with which she wore stockings underneath. Yes, she was going to be freezing her mythical balls off but the pervert throwing this New Years shindig was very adamant about female cater-waiters, wearing something scanty and serving champagne, appetizers and special requests on silver platters while the high ranking guests get sloshed and start speaking of something belligerent here and there. It was New Years. Anything could happen. But that was what made the entire thing perfect for her. People would be too busy and too sloshed to notice a cater-waiter up to something very suspicious. Glancing at the watch on her hand told her it was time to go. Gathering all that she needed and something sharp to break off the heel to her ankle boots for her quick escape, Penny left and drove to the address she was given. Her jaw dropped upon arrival. It was a big mansion, beautifully lit still with Christmas and New Years lights and colors a litter of cars around in the large and personal parking lot. It was an hour before the party was to start and she was told to report there at 7 to be properly briefed, locate the maid who was to tip her off and then find the study to complete her mission. The weather outside was frightful. The roads were a cross between ice and slush. The temperature was warming up so that the ice turned to slush but roads still proved hazardous as the layer of ice beneath the slush wasnt veryslush. Black ice, a common killer in all winter road accidents. Still, the forecast show no new layers of snow coating the grounds that night so that would hopefully aid in her quick getaway. Then again, the weather wasnt always accurate and Penny was really hoping that there was no big impending storm. Getting out of her car, she hurried on inside where she was granted access and gathered with the rest of the cater-waiters after stowing her purse. She stood in line, her hair impeccable and her outfit crisp and clean as well as rather enticing, like the rest of them. The man hosting this party was a respected mogul with his hands dipped in several cookie jars not the kind with beautiful women but the kind where he liked to trade secrets and information. She just didnt expect him to be younger and also very leering. He looked at the line of cater-waiters, Penny included of course, like he was trying to pick which one would serve him laterafter his wife passed out from all the champagne and strawberries. His eyes landed on Penny a moment too long and she felt a very uncomfortable shudder pass through her before he set his sights on the girl beside her. Glancing her way, she saw her eye-flirting with the man and she turned her attention elsewhere. Thank goodness. There were eight cater-waiters. Three of them would be walking around the party with platters of champagne flutes filled with very expensive Dom Perignon champagne. Three more would be holding silver platters with assorted appetizers and one bite wonders. The other two would be getting drinks from the bar and catering to the guests for personal requests. Penny was one of the ones who would be catering to guests for personal requests. She wasnt looking forward to it since she couldnt balance anything to save her life but perhaps it wouldnt be too bad. Besides, she found the maid who was to tip her off. All she had to do was wait for the signal a brush to the nose. Everyone was in position. The clock chimed 8 oclock and guests started pouring in. A live orchestra was in the grand hall where the dancing and overall merriment of partying would occur and the soft strings of various songs could be heard all the way to the front door, furthering inviting guests. Champagne flutes were being taken off the trays as guests walked in and new trays were being handed off as they became empty, after all it wasnt time for appetizers. There were hands to spare. Penny and another female stood in the grand hall and watched guests pour in. They had note pads and started asking if anyone would like anything specific to drink aside from champagne. Soon orders were being written down and filled and she had to set to work. This was not what she had in mind. Penny was a computer girl, not a waitress. Oh, if her brother could see, hed be wearing a smug grin on his face as he watched his not so coordinated sister attempt to do anything that didnt involve a laptop and typing away.