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Marie felt like celebrating today. Not only had she been able to visit Scarlett at her model-shop job all week, but the stupid crying bouts she'd been getting lately had started to dwindle, or so she believed. So she hoped, too: it was getting sooo frustrating! The last few times she'd ended up crying just out of dread it was about to happen again.

In any case, she felt slightly less miserable than usual, and Scarlett had even bought her a gift: a little spiked choker that'd caught her eye in a store window. Marie couldn't stop admiring her reflection in every store window, and Scarlett couldn't stop remarking on how well it suited her, either. The last thing either sister wanted was to return to the drabness of their apartment.

So despite barely being able to make the rent and having already indulged in a splurge purchase, Marie headed into a video game arcade while Scarlett contented herself with leaning against the wall, watching her sister lose her temper at various games and casting disapproving glances at everyone else who passed her by.

Marie's favorite game, however, had to be dance choreography. She was terrible at it, or so the scoreboard said; but what did it know? Maybe this dance needed her feet to be spaced a little farther apart for extra pop! In her mind as she danced, racking up miss after miss, Marie Angliere was already a star.

A star without an opponent, though...for the time being. Marie wondered if anyone here were even worthy of facing her down.
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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.