— I'll be at the counter making drinks.
— I'll be attending to people and be the capoeira.
— I'll handle the cleaning.
— I'll be security.
Standing to pay their debts to Mary, the squad divided the tasks by their leader's order.
Soon everyone separated amidst that unfamiliar place full of dangers, or maybe not.
Heleno wasn't present with the group, but he was the one who made the suitable outfits for that mission.
Cassandra wore a vest over a long collared blouse, its sleeves at the height of her elbows, the red jacket the same color as the pants.
Her position was at the counter next to Mary, serving as the bartender.
As an illustrious waitress, Hana strolled between the tables creating the best route.
Her apron was embroidered with a capoeira boy accompanied by an eagle.
Beneath the apron, a black shirt and bluish jeans were hidden, heels on her feet.
The control of the broom that varied the location was in Felipe's hands.
Besides carrying a broom, he carried cloths of different fabrics in his apron pockets for different problems.
He wore a long-sleeved shirt along with gloves on his hands; his pants were black, like the rest of his clothing.
Between the gentle breeze the night brought and the light the moon propagated, Calisto was outside, wearing a black jacket along with a pink shirt, her hair was tied up, she wore leggings along with brown boots.
The door of a room next to a bathroom was open, showing the operations of that highly trained squad.
— Wow, they look cool. — Eunuch slept within Margarida's consciousness.
— Mom, aren't you going to help too?
— She brought her hand from her leg to her thigh.
— I helped set everything up and decorate, I'm very good at organization and those things, by the way, Heleno nailed the team's outfits.
— She put her fist on her cheek and sighed. — We even match on that.
— She lay on the bed. — Heleno is a nice guy. — She smiled.
— Our motorcycle ride was really cool. — She recalled about her mother.
— Aunt Mary sent you the photos, didn't she?
— She took her cell phone out of her pocket. — You two look so cute together, I hope he is to you what Elizabeth is to you.
— She relaxed her body. — Actually, my job isn't over. If there's any leftover drink so it doesn't spoil, I'm going to drink it all.
In the corner of the mother and daughter's room, an older woman with black hair and a few whites reclined in the chair next to her grandson who was sucking a lemon; since it was his favorite food, he showed no expression when ingesting the acidic liquid, his feelings were focused beyond the door.
— Folks, I want you here. — She went to the highest corner, a small stage.
— The duo that was going to play canceled. What are we going to do?
— Mary, Calisto and Cassandra know how to sing and play, how about they open the inauguration? — He stopped sweeping the floor and sat in a chair.
— Good idea, Felipe, I'll call you Mamoru, I'm not used to it yet. — She stepped down from the stage.
— What can you two sing?
— Anything. — Calisto spoke up. — What would be the best type of music for a bar inauguration?
— Calisto whispered in her ear. — That's what it will be.
She folded the buttons of her shirt sleeve and grabbed the suit jacket that was next to the counter; she made a gesture with her hand, and her brother understood right away.
Heleno closed his eyes, and a guitar appeared in his hands; it was handed over to his sister.
Calisto became taller than Cassandra, going up to the stage and letting down her long, wheat-colored hair.
— Get ready, people are already arriving. — Mary ran to the bar door.
— Good luck to you! — Hana and Felipe said together, going to their posts.
Calisto sat on the stage stairs, snapped her fingers, and a red pick appeared, which quickly descended onto the guitar strings.
Calisto took a deep breath, looking at the crowd that was entering.
The crowd was homogeneous, like the beers Hana prepared to stick to her tray.
Women came in pants, dresses, different haircuts, and different appearances.
Just like the men who came in greater numbers, thanks to the mistress of capitalism using the best strategy: women don't pay admission until 10:00 PM.
She also used her very well-fed mares to earn more money; children also came to ride the animals; Marengo took care of that while Mary took care of the bar itself.
— Thank you all very much for coming to the inauguration. Due to an unforeseen event, the group that was going to play didn't show up, but calm down, in their place, we have these two young women; they are known for having done music and dance presentations for the Apolo company.
— She used the best of her enemy. — Introduce yourselves, girls.
— I am Cassandra Pythía. — She slid the pick over the strings.
— Like a hero who saves a maiden, I will save you from boredom.
— She raised the microphone to her mouth. — I am Calisto Egínea. — She whistled, and the wind followed her.
— Like the night breeze, I will take you for a ride with the wind's breath.
Heat filled the room; those present scattered among the chairs.
The heat came both from everyone there and from Cassandra; in a flash of light, her hair became crimson along with her eyes in a unique green.
The pick touched the strings, absorbing the heat the young woman's hands generated, making the sound more powerful, amplifying it.
To counteract this, the windows were opened while Calisto's voice rose as a counterpoint to all the heat circulating in the place.
The heat bothered her throat and dried out her mouth, but it served to elevate her voice.
Amidst the heat that touched her skin and boosted her vocal cords.
The wind entered through the guitar, making an even more beautiful sound; it seemed to touch and guide Cassandra's hands.
The encounter of the breeze entering and the heat exiting was unique.
Calisto's loud voice, which was elevated by Cassandra's chords that seemed to burn the breeze and explode it into a sweet and pleasant mixture, like the meeting between the start of the day and the end of the night, the feeling of being in the early hours.
— Thank you for the presentation, girls! — She clapped her hands and used her ability to cool the stuffy place.
— The sound was good for warming your hearts, but your bodies need something to warm them up.
— Thank you very much for listening to me sing. — She stood up and smashed the guitar on the floor.
— I won't leave; I'll be there serving, ask for any drink, and I'll make it. — She headed for the counter.
— She tied up her hair. — I'm going outside now; if anyone messes around, I'll make them sing a lot.
— The crowd made space. — Even when you leave, folks.