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Post by jean brooke jackson on May 11, 2008 23:24:29 GMT -5
Excuse me, miss? I asked clearly enough for no ice. There is ice floating around in my drink. The woman waved her cup around Jean's face, the dark, sweet, carbonated beverage sloshing around in its container. I'm so sorry, ma'am. I'll get you a new one. Jean gave the woman a tight smile and took back the drink stiffly, resiting the urge to yell in her face. What, am I mentally retarded? And you never asked for no ice, just a Coke and like, five different dishes. Bitch, I could so take you out right now.
Working at the Deli was tough. She was friendly enough to the customers to earn slightly higher tips than her co-workers, which was a first advantage for her. Odd enough, it paid her apartment's rent, which was satisfactory. Her groceries, clothes and home-maintenence supplies were paid for by a hefty envelope of money sent by her sister and father, and was gratefully used. Most of the time. Money for personal luxuries were given by the generous tips from male clients, for almost every weekend she would spent a few hours a-night in the Brookes Casino or Centro-Fly.
Here, ma'am. Do you need anything else? The cup was placed before the picky consumer slightly more harshly than needed, but she had set Jean's temper off, and she needed some time to extinguish it. The woman waved her away with a chubby hand, and resumed eating.
The table was cleared away, and only a few more were occupied. It was a slow day today, oddly enough. Jean, I think you can take a break. You've been working two hours longer than me, and I can handle these three tables myself. You go relax. Her co-worker, Anne watched her warily, as though afraid Jean might break something.
Thanking her gratefully, Jean settled herself in a small booth towards the back of the Deli, and sighed, content at the relaxing atmosphere. She reached into her bag and dug for her cigarette and lighter, for two of the three tables were occupied by smokers, and Jean figured the last table could put up with another cigarette. Slender fingers placed the silver lighter on the table before her, but tensed when she felt that the box of Marlboros were empty. Dammit. Maybe some fell out.. She muttered to herself, digging more frantically into her bag. Jean came out unsuccessful, and was debating whether or not to ask the other tables if they had a spare cigarette.
She sighed, figuring that it would be rather odd to the customers, and sat, cigarette-less, toying idly with the empty box of once-filled Marlboros.
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Post by baine gillnick on May 12, 2008 6:31:48 GMT -5
Baine walked into the Deli-style restaurant, hoping to get away from the insane city street. Just before this he'd lived in the city for three years, and he'd been in New York for almost one now. But he hadn't gotten used to it yet. Don't yield to pedestrians. Huge buildings. Crazy taxi drivers. It was insane.
The deli was pretty hopping; it was around ten at night. That was something different from Boston. Baine found that in New York and New Jersey, you could find a 24-hour deli anywhere. He liked it. Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night starving, with no food in the house. Now, there was a solution to that.
There were all kinds of people here. One family, looking content with their two kids drawing on the place holder. Some teenagers using the phones and toying with one another. Baine shivered. PDA. He was never into that kind of stuff, even when he was a dumb teenager. He guessed times had changed.
Baine had never been here, so he wasn't quite sure what to do. His prayers were answered when a blond, petite, cute waitress waved him over with a smile. He was opting for sitting at the bar. Why waste an entire table all on your lonesome. "Are you waiting for someone else?" she asked Baine, leaning on the counter. He kept his eyes focused.
"No, it's just me tonight," He said, adding in a little laugh. He would have gone into extreme Baine-Flirt-Mode if it weren't for the look in her eye. She thought he was young. Young, dammit. Baine just clenched his jaw, used to it. If anything, it was his fault. His hair was really dark, which usually made him look older, but he had recently gotten it cut short. Short and spikey, although there was no gel left.
"Well, I need to take a break," she said, smiling giddly. Her name tag read Anne. Bad name, anyway. "You'll have a new waitress as soon as possible." And with a hop, skip, and a swipe at her vest, Anne was out. How rude. You don't usually just tell someone you're leaving as soon as they come it. Baine tried to put it out of his head. He was being cynical.
He opened the menu, trying to decide what he should get. He had some money on him, but not too much. He figured he'd have plenty of time to wonder, seeing as though there were no visible workers around.
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Post by jean brooke jackson on May 16, 2008 19:03:04 GMT -5
Jaybiiiiiiird! Anne all but skipped over to the booth where Jean was resting. She looked up in annoyance, her mood darkened by the fact that the box of Marlboros in her hand was empty. What? Jean snapped. She knew her attitude was unnecessary, but it was almost automatic for her.
Girl, chill out. Good news. You need to take seat 7.
Um. How is that good news? And I thought I was on break.
Sweetie, this is your break. Just go look and you find out. If he didn't look your age, I might've flirted with him, maybe unbuttoned this blouse some. But you're his age, you're hot,and it looks like you've already done the necessary work on your uniform to reel them in. You're not gonna need a cigarette to satisfy your needs today. Smoking is gross, anyway.
Um. Thanks.
No problem. If you need some help, maybe someone to hold your bra for you or something, I'll be in the kitchen flirting with that new waiter guy.
Jean watched her go. Her mind urged her to make her way to the bar, see how cute this guy really was, but her legs screamed at her to stay glued in the soft, broken-in booth. With all her will, Jean forced herself to slide out of the booth and to the bar, her legs still unwilling.
Whoa, he is pretty cute. She stopped and stared at her new customer at the end of the bar for a few moments before contuing to make her way to him. Hi, I'm Jean. I guess I'll be your server today. She smiled, making sure to add a somewhat flirtacious air in her expression.
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btw, did you use a texture for the image in your siggie? if you did, can i have it? :]
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Post by baine gillnick on May 17, 2008 19:54:41 GMT -5
Baine was still examining his menu, thinking about that little age mix-up. Dammit. He was twenty-three for God Sake. Twenty-three. Not 19, like most people thought. But it's not like Baine wasn't used to it. When he was 14, people thought he was ten, just by looking at him briefly. Bleach blond hair, huge blue eyes. It could work. But now, when people asked to see Baine's ID before he could get into a club, it was getting a bit old.
Baine figured he should settle on something, and fast. He figured he'd just get a soda and some fried or something. Wait. No. Actually, yes. Baine put the menu down waiting for whatever substitute he was going to get. He tried not to take Anne's leave so personally. But sometimes, he just couldn't help it.
Knowing Baine's luck, he'd either get some burly old guy or some old guy looking man-chick. But rather than that, a tallish-red haired girl came Baine's way. Nice. He smiled charmingly, taking in the situation. Hi, I'm Jean. I guess I'll be your server today.
Baine smiled, starting to speak up. "Hello there, Jean," he said, his voice surprisingly low. He figured his accent probably made him sound weird. "How are you tonight?" He figured he should wait for a reply. Yeah, his food could most definitely wait.
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don't you love people who are good with graphics??
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Post by jean brooke jackson on May 17, 2008 22:13:41 GMT -5
Blue eyes. Short dark hair, probably not his natural color. No, of course not, dark hair is not natural with blue eyes. Hmm. He looked around her age, but never younger. She laughed at herself, mentally. Normally, if he was older than eighteen, she would care less. Hell, Jean would be in bed with a 25 year-old man. But fortunately, she was eighteen, which would count as a legal adult. Atleast, she thought it did.
I'm fine. I was supposed to be on break. I probably shouldn't have told you that though, huh? Bad service. She winked playfully. Sighing, she pulled out a black ball-point pen and a flat, yellow, rectangular notepad out of her pocket. Anything I can do for you tonight? Jean asked, looking up as she finished scribbling down his seat number. Her flirty half smile widened at the double-meaning behind her question. Anything I can do for you tonight? Ha.
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ick, that was way lame.
alot shorter than i intended.
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mmyeahhh !
all my graphics suck,
lmao.
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Post by baine gillnick on May 20, 2008 18:26:47 GMT -5
Dammit, Baine was starting to like this girl. She w as hot, funny, and flirty. He figured his night would go seemingly well. And this, unfortunately, would be the first in a while. baine hadn't been out much, seeing as though he had a court date set and a gun practically to his head. Something about these Rusains from back when Baine was in the gang. He was to 'do the right thing' and testify. Knowing what that brought, Baine wasn't too sure of the idea.
He didn't feel like getting a new name, let alone make his poor mother and brother do it as well. They were already 'on the run' from the people who wanted Baine dead; God only knows why. Why, oh why did life have to be so complicated? He could most definitely use a little pick--me-up. Or throw-me-down, rather.
Baine smiled at her, loving the wink he just got. Girls winking? The best. "Yeah, I'll just have coffee for now." Sudden change of heart, Bainey? "I lied. Get me two coffees. Because since I'm disturbing your break, the least I could do is treat you to a little something. If, of course, you are willing to take time out of your extremely exciting night." He looked up at her with a smirk, his eyes open and bright. He leaned back in his seat, and let his hand fall in the direction of the open booth.
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Post by jean brooke jackson on May 24, 2008 0:42:45 GMT -5
Good Lord, he was getting more attractive by the minute. Second, even. It had been a while since Jean had actually had a real conversation with a hot guy. Usually, the "conversation" would be set in a club. It would go on in the same order everytime, so exact and precise that it began to feel staged for Jean. Flirt, drink, grind on the dancefloor, makeout in a corner, then leave the club together. How typical.
Baine, however, was beginning to unfold into another situation. He was different; he refreshed her. This night was going on quite well, infact, and she had no intentions of screwing up. Mental note: Thank Anne find a friend with benefits for her.
Alright, I'll be back with those coffees. Jean gave him another flirtacious smile, her last gesture of interest, hopefully gorgeous enough to keep him waiting. Anne, you're amazing. God, he is so hot and sexy and.. She sighed and leaned against the counter, where her co-worker was printing out receipts. Jean tilted her head slightly and looked in Baine's direction from the corner of her eye. She was close enough to still be able to keep eye contact with him, but far enough for him to miss their conversation. Honey, I think I know that already. Anne smiled, but did not look up from the register. Now hurry up and get those coffees! And Jean, dear-Anne stopped abruptly and smiled, only to step away from the cash register and undo the fourth button on Jean's blouse. Jean pulled away and laughed loudly, Anne soon joining in. They stopped abruptly, though, just incase people, especially their manager, weren't looking.
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Post by baine gillnick on May 24, 2008 14:07:37 GMT -5
Baine smiled to himself, knowing that today was most likely going to be pretty good. Even though is was already ten thirty at night. Either way, Baine was going to have himself a little bit of fun. Coffee would be nice. But after, maybe he'd have her escape this hell hole and they'd go out for a real drink.
Baine watched her as she walked away, noticing a little more swing in her step. Score. He gave her a sly wink as she conversed with Anne. More and more he was beginning to wonder about her age. He didn't mind that much; she looked arund twenty or so. As long as she was legal, it would all be OK.
Baine made use of his time by taking out his cell phone and checking for any new messages. This thing was his life. He'd discovered its importance a while back, and couldn't get enough of it. He had a text from his brother, saying that he needed to drive up soon to see mom. "She's missing you like crazy, kid." It read. Likewise.
Baine mother hadn't paid too much attention to him after his father was killed. Her eldest son, who already had two children and a wife, was dead because the killer thought he was Baine. She leaned on Baine for the occasional emotional support, just because he reminded her of his father. She's have to have a better reason than that.
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Post by jean brooke jackson on May 24, 2008 21:47:01 GMT -5
Hey, get going before I take the kid myself. Tell me how the sex went, kay? Anne winked and went into the kitchen, but it didn't take long for her to appear once again through the window. Jean stared at her incrediously, her fingers wrapped around the coffee mugs' handles. Anne pointed at Baine and mouthed for her to go on, and Jean merely laughed and walked over to where Baine was sitting.
Your coffees are here. Jean set the two steaming mugs of coffee on the counter before sitting down, right across from Baine. She leaned across the counter, a flirtacious glint appearing in her eye. Jean was curious. How old was he? Where was he from? Was he as interested in Jean as she was in him? So. What brings you here? I can't see how it's for the thrill..
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Post by baine gillnick on Jun 17, 2008 13:07:54 GMT -5
Baine smiled to himself, beginning to take a serious interest in this girl. Not only was she hot, but she had a decent sense of humor, too. "To tell you the truth," he began, unaware of what to say. Was she asking why he came to the city or the diner? He'd just have to pull something, and quick. "I only came to the city a qhile ago, so I'm no expert on where has the best service and the best and most fresh coffee yet." he added those last few words with a sarchastic tone, hopting to get a laugh.
"But, I think I have good sense. So far, from what I see, this place is great." He looked at her for a minute, attempting his little 'Baine's trying to read you' act. He wasn't sure if it was working or not, but he liked what he saw. "Why work here? You must get a lot of ass holes asking to buy you coffee and whatnot."
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