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Now that that's out of the way, on with the Show.

Coyote Club Magic

By Rigs

Chapter 2: Competition time and a little history.

Shopping was usually a mundane activity for Hermione but adhering to the Coyote dress code seemed to demand a large amount of shopping for not a lot of material. Rachel gave a lot of tips on what Hermione would need but there seemed a chill about her, as if she refused to accept the woman as a friend, as she seemed to treat the Coyote's.

Halfway through the first night however, Rachel inadvertently inspired Hermione with a simple comment. The young witch had been flagging and was stating to tire of constantly serving drinks and the brunette barmaid had called out to her boss: "Hey Lil, I don't think this new girl of yours is going to make the grade."

Hermione froze. She had never accepted substandard grades in any aspect of her life and didn't intend to start now. "How much?"

Lil's head snapped round. "Pardon?"

"How much do you want to bet that I could out sell Rachel tonight starting now?" By this time the entire bar was silent. Harry may not have been able to beat her in academic studies but he had shown her a thing or two about grandstanding.

"Half the night's tips!" This suggestion came from Cammie 'The Russian Tease'. She looked at the 'New York Bitch' "Sorry Girl, she'll need some major league incentive to make it fair."

Rachel looked around. "You're on."

Only half an hour later 'Elle' was cranking out shots at equal speed to her rival and after another twenty minutes she had doubled that. The pace was feverish as the other Coyotes refused to serve giving all their attention to entertainment and giving the competitors as many opportunities to up their tally as possible. Coyote versus Coyote went on until closing and the final tally clocked Hermione ahead by four shots and a pitcher. All this, Lil noted, without the aid of her wand which lay undisturbed behind the bar. She even seemed to have made Rachel soften a little towards her, which was an incredibly difficult feat on the first night of work.

As they cleaned house once the last drunk had been turfed out Hermione noticed a display of photos and music notation on the wall. It was headed 'Our Jersey Girl' and the most prominent picture was of a woman standing on stage seeming to give her whole heart to a performance.

"Lil?"

"Yep?"

"Who's this?"

The bar owner sighed. "That is one of my most successful Coyotes. Violet Stanford: The Jersey Nun." She smiled. "Kick-ass song writer now, you'll meet her in a week or so, she's back in NY for a while so she'll be in."

"How'd you know?"

"'Cause she and Lil got a kinda mother daughter thing goin' on." Zoë smiled at the, now defensive looking, Head Coyote. "She took Jersey under her wing when she was still just a dreamer; she was supposed to replace me, as if anyone could!"

"So how come you're still here?"

"Only for the summer honey, then it's back for the final year of law school. And when I pass the Bar all Coyote's get a discount." She threw her arms around Cammie and Rachel either side of her. "We're family!"

"And it's a family with perks." Lil, almost unseen, had gone behind the counter and came back with a wad of cash. "Cammie and Zoë, $300 each, Rachel, sorry girl you lost fair and square, $150. And our winner, $450 minus $50 for the breakages." Hermione looked deeply confused "For the bottles you broke before you so unceremoniously whupped Rach's butt?" understanding spread over the girls face. "And a bonus of $50 goes to Rach."

This received a slack jaw from everyone else in the room including the brunette Coyote. "Hey! There was a time 'Elle' would have been slammed to the deck for trying a stunt like that. This is her reward."

As the girls left, each saying a fond goodnight to Lou, the club doorman, Hermione was pulled back by Lil. She pushed a small pouch into her hands.

"What's this?"

"Five galleons, you only broke about $25 of stock tonight, I thought this might be useful."

"What for?"

Turn up here tomorrow at 2pm and I'll be taking you to the Magic of New York. Girl, we're going shopping before work tomorrow."

"So I'm a coyote?"

"Five nights a week."

A/N

So there's chapter 2 done and dusted. As usual please rr even flames are welcome.

More is on its way when I can get some time to myself.

Rigs