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full name Claire Michela McIntyre date of birth 17.06.93 home town Terre Haute, Indiana current city Manhattan, New York education Early Childhood Education Major, in progress occupation Student & Dancer ________________________________________ “Things aren’t entirely conventional around here. We don’t do formal interviews, or interviews at all really, there’s no dress to impress, or some phony interview persona we’re looking for. Thursday nights, 8pm to 4am, we’re looking for girls. Seven nights a week we get them up and going on the bar with the girls, looks don’t matter, it’s how comfortable they are up there and how they get the crowd going. And Claire, she got them going. Usually the randoms will come up here and dance on their friends, throw their hands up, shake their ass and head right down. Claire on the other hand, got up here and acted like she’d been doing it for years. She was pulling guys up on with her, their belts right off, whipping them with it. Pulled a bottle from behind the counter, forced it down half the bars throat.. bar tending here takes a special type of personality, and a surplus of energy, especially when on any given Tuesday night you’re whipping someone til they have welts on their back. It’s been two years since that night, I’m afraid to let her go!” - Sandy Cahill, manager “I had some friends in town one night, and they were of course obsessed with the movie Coyote Ugly back in their day! I mean, what teen from the 00’s wasn’t?! So we walked past toward the end of the night.. and decided we might as well go in. Like, seven girls going into a strip club? So embarrassing, but it was so fun! They tried to get us on the bar, we were like.. hell no. But it was fun to watch! Anyway, I remember we ended up in a booth in the back, when we saw this pretty girl walk in. She wasn’t your everyday pretty, she was different looking, like, really beautiful, but had some stupid hat on, and we laughed as she walked in alone. She’d headed straight for the bathroom, and we joked it was some loner on her way home and had to stop in for a bathroom break, but about ten minutes later.. I saw her come out from that bathroom in a tight little pair of jean shorts, her bra, and cowboy boots. Two seconds later she was on the bar, falling right into the ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ routine. Give or take a few more seconds, and she was pulling some girl on the bar with her, kissing her in ways I just didn’t know you kissed another girl? I don’t know. We were so confused. I don’t know what she did in that bathroom other than change, but there was a whole different prescense than the girl we’d seen walk in. Her eyes were falling to the back of her head, her body moved like it was nobody’s business. Like we talked about it the whole next morning, it was fucked.” - Leslie Greene, customer phone "Hey Claire... CLAIRE. Shit, right, this is an 'automatic voice message system'. Hey, Claire, it's Ellis, Ellissssss Maaaatttheeews. It is 1:12 ante meridiem, and I'm watching fancy brunette shake my drink on top of your bar. Why aren't you shaking my drink? Where are you? I miss your face.. I miss your god damn legs. Are you on break? Do you even get a break? Claire, Claire, Claire, gorgeous Claire.. c'mon." -- CASEY: My shoes are still upstairs. CLAIRE: Ask me if I care??? CASEY: Stop being a cunt. CLAIRE: You were supposed to fall down the three stories not climb like a little bitch. CASEY: THROW MY SHOES DOWN! CLAIRE: “Claire, tell me how you rly feel.” “Mac, how do you feel about that?” “Will a kiss make you feel better?” (Kiss me and I’ll castrate you) “Here, take one of these.” “Why do you want one of these?” "What is the root of the issue?" CLAIRE: Do you think if you tried, you could be more annoying? CASEY: GIVE. ME. MY. SHOES. CLAIRE: Walk. Home. Barefoot. ________________________________________ your name lexa play-by hailey b your most recent work i really cant rn