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Post by Yuri E. Bright on Nov 16, 2007 19:55:40 GMT -5
First day. First day first day first day! The thought ran wildly through Yuri's mind as he quickly walked to the building; it had, after all, started raining, and who wants to show up for their first day of work all wet? First impressions, after all.
As he pushed open the big doors, the dim light coming from inside was hardly different than the almost night sky outdoors. His heart raced, as he paced forward a little. The ravenous consumers of food and drink all seemed to stop shoveling their faces and stare. 'Great,' his mind grumbled, 'I get to make these fat asses even fatter.' He sighed out his nervous anger and the angel on his shoulder whispered, 'It's better than sitting on the street corner, playing your guitar until your arms fall off from the freezing cold.' This too, was very true.
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Post by Silke O'Calaghan on Nov 16, 2007 20:05:02 GMT -5
Heavy rock played somewhat loudly as Silke slipped between tables much like a shadow... or a snake, with the way she twisted. It was a busy night and the cafe was a bit too undermanned for the night. The night was still young, and Silke found herself yawning already. It was a bad sign, actually. This meant that by the time her shift was over, she'd be just about dead tired. The young woman mumbled something profane under her lips as someone dared utter inappropriate things to her. If it wouldn't cost her her job, she would have turned right 'round and knocked him back a few centuries. Nasty ass slobs anyway.
Just then the bell rang, signaling an entrance. Silke froze in place and clenched her jaw without realizing. More customers? Wasn't it about time this crowd left, bringing in the next set of weirdos? Turning her head over her shoulder, her eyes caught sight of a very... handsome male. "New kid?" She pondered, her crimson lips silently forming the words.
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Post by Yuri E. Bright on Nov 16, 2007 20:24:45 GMT -5
"Oh!" Yuri's face lit up as he spotted someone who at least looked like they worked there. He quickly walked up to her and, although she looked busy, Yuri couldn't stop himself from bothering her, being new and all, "Hey, uh-" he managed to get out before a sound; a tone, more like, cut off the music, and sounded overhead.
When the tone had finished, Yuri, confused, tried again to talk to the waitress, "My name's Yuri, and I'm supposed to-" Once again, he was cut off. This time, however, it was the giant mass of over-weight Americans, all standing at once, as if conditioned from birth to respond to the tone, and leaving. The room seemed, although messy, lighter somehow; less threatening. So he tried again to speak, this time being successful in forming a sentence, "What the hell was that all about?" He half smirked, somehow finding humor in what just happened.
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Post by Silke O'Calaghan on Nov 16, 2007 20:39:39 GMT -5
Silke smirked, looking the new kid over. Very aesthetically pleasing. "Weight-loss." She said after a moment, smirking lightly at her own joke. Hey, she was a bitch. You had to be in that place, at least during twilight. The night shift was easier on the petulance, and even more so on the eyes. "To be honest, I'm not even sure. All I know is that I've been working here for about two years, and that's happened every night since this place has opened. The night crowd comes in. If you think these guys are weird, just wait." Silke nodded quickly at one of the other waitresses who scurried about picking up dishes. She reminded Silke much of a mouse, actually, and that somewhat annoyed her, but she shook her head against the thought and threw a thumb over her shoulder at the room behind her. "Staff room. Go fetch a shirt--" she paused to point at the black tee she was wearing which carried the large 'Hard Rock Cafe' logo "--and get back out here."
With that, she gave the male a second sweep with her eyes, half-smirked-half-smiled and started to help with the dishes. Already those weirdos were slipping through the doors. Funny, she felt even more tired now.
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