She has a septum piercing, the left nostril sports another, and more than half a dozen rings circle each ear. Between her breasts, an intra dermal inverted cross sits over her breastbone. Her abs show a good bit of definition to prove she takes care of herself, but not to the point of obsession.
Her hair has been trimmed to a two-inch wide Mohawk in a field of black stubble. In the stubble on the left side of her head can be seen a series of faint scar lines. The open jacket shows off the tribal style tattoo on her chest, which runs down each arm to the wrist. She wears black lipstick and a pale foundation, but not much more than that.
As she takes her seat, Maeve takes off her sunglasses and puts them on the table, revealing her golden-silver eyes. She smiles and withdraws a pack of Djarum Black and a worn zippo. "Mind if I smoke?" She asks in her lightest Irish accent (think Nichole Kidman). Jordan shakes her head as the woman she refers to as a high fashion model lights up, "I don't mind at all Mae. Let's begin shall we?" This blonde reporter hits record and sits back in her chair.
This is the introduction of the new face of Climax, the hot nightclub/ lounge on the corner of Atlantic Ave and 2nd Street. The building looks like a warehouse, full of graffiti art and bricks but when you open the steel door what is inside, is the talk of the town. Maeve and I had a nice little chat sitting at the bar stools during an early afternoon before opening where she talked about how she ended up here and her future plans.
Like many I have run into, it wasn't a story of happiness and sunshine. "Well, There was this woman, Kenzie Barrett. Swedish girl I'd met in Germany during a music festival. We got really friendly and hooked up a time or two after that. I got a note from a mutual friend that she'd died here. I came over to attend her funeral and maybe stick around to make sure her killer got caught." The woman was calm and cool during the whole interview, after each question she seemed to always ponder a moment with a slow drag of her cigarette before answering. That event did leave her in a new place and wanting to stay. "An island to a girl from Eire? Of course it's charming. But really it's the people I've met here that keep me around. People in the police, the bar..." she winks. "The newspaper ... even one or two I've met in the red light district."
In full disclosure when she mentions people at the newspaper, she means me. On a random night in the club you might find this reporter climbing up on the bar to steal a quick kiss from Mae in between the hectic time mixing drinks for all her patrons. She has a lot of experience in this place as she mentions. "I was spending most of my time there anyway, so the manager at the time offered me a job. I agreed and became a bartender. This was back when it was still the Port Hole." Climax is a different place then the Port Hole was, as Maeve described it as "more upscale" and plans to have "Karaoke nights, Live DJ's and maybe even getting some girls from the Red Room to dance here as well." One of the other goals that she has for Climax is expanding the staff. Lots of people come to this beautiful island for a new life and anyone looking for work should contact Maeve. " I'm absolutely hiring. Bartenders, bouncers, anyone else who wants to dance the pole, even if they don't work the Red Room. If the place gets busy enough I'll even want wait staff to circulate through the room like a proper bar, even though it's more of a disco."
This woman knows what she wants and she has a plan for Climax. As a woman in this city it is nice to see another one prosper and be put in a position of power to show what she has to offer. Look for more updates on events and other special events coming to the corner of Atlantic Ave and 2nd Street. By the looks of the crowd that frequents the club, a night out there might truly lead to one hell of a "Climax."