[open] closing up shop

[sisterscarlett]

Scarlett'd been oddly emotional lately; she couldn't quite understand it, but she hated the way it interfered with her jobs. A weepy waitress didn't make any tips, and it wasn't like the esteemed proprietor of B-to-Z Models was a particularly caring soul (certain favors aside). Tonight, she'd been informed that everyone was going home from Lorelei's ahead of her - on schedule, when her own cleaning duties were at least half an hour behind. She'd been left all alone in the restaurant, lights still on, sign still set to "open": it was quitting time for everyone else, and that was all that mattered to them.

It'd made her cry. Which, in turn, made her even later. She had to get home to Marie!

Still, it wouldn't do to just....stay like this. Scarlett took a deep breath and kicked the karaoke machine: she'd learned it had a spot that, if struck, would make it start playing even without a coin. The song it chose would always be random, but that was all right by her. After working here for what felt like eternity, she knew every song by heart.

This establishment is therefore still technically open to the public. But there's a washrag and a tray of dishes lying abandoned on the counter, and a young woman singing on the stage, all by herself.