Boring Is Underrated


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Scene Title Boring Is Underrated
Synopsis Co-workers, Kaylee and Andrew meet for the first time.
Date September 09, 2009

Biddy Flannigan's Irish Pub

Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.

The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.

It's the beginning of Kaylee's second shift at Biddy's, and she sitting at the bar looking bored. She twists the stool back and forth. A mostly empty glass before her. "I'm sorry Mack… I don't know what's up with my stomach. I could totally use another ginger ale?" She gives him a sad pouty kind of look. She's dressed in Biddy's uniform, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.

"Get it yourself girl, I'm about off shift." The man behind the bar, obviously Mack, gives her a look.

Kaylee rolls her eyes and sighs. "Fine." She slides off the stool and moves behind the bar so that she can refill her glass. "I almost threw up when I took out that batch of nachos. Man, the jalapenos… I dunno, maybe I should go see the doctor, see if they can give me something to shake this thing."

The staff entrance to the rear of the building opens, allowing in Andrew. "Evenin'," he greets a couple of the kitchen staff before walking into a separate room to get changed. After a few minutes, he's out on the bar. "You look like crap," he observes drily to Kaylee. "You sure you should be working?"

Straightening and turning towards an unfamiliar voice Kaylee arches a brow. "Who the hell are you?" despite her question there is an amused smirk on her lips. She glances at Mack, who gives her a grin and a sloppy salute and leaves. "Ooooh. Your the new bartender." She takes a sip of ginger ale and grimaces. "Never liked this stuff.. Suppose to calm the stomach though." She moves back around to sit on one of the stools again. Once settled she gives him a grin and holds out a hand. "Name is Kaylee."

"I find milk does the job better," Andrew replies in his Northern Irish brogue as he logs into the till and checks to make sure there's enough change. "Yeah, I'm the new bartender. Andrew, or Andy if you prefer. So what happened? Eat a bad taco or something?"

"Nice to meet you." Kaylee says with a smile before sipping from her glass again. The question gets a clueless shrug. "Damn if I know. I thought I was over some bad fish in Seattle, but I fine when the trip stopped in LA.. But I've been feeling off since we got back." She leans forward a bit with a smirk, "Are you really Irish?" She asks sounding slightly amused.
"Aye, I'm really Irish," Andrew replies drily. "It does happen sometimes; an Irishman in an Irish pub. Got citizenship here a few months ago. So, been working here long?" he asks as he pours himself a glass of coke.

"That's really cool." Kaylee says rather brightly, her head tilting a bit as she studies him. She sits up a bit straighter. "Me? I'm always working her." Even though she smile, her tone is bland. "I… do a lot of double shifts for one of the owners." She grins, picking up her glass again. "I don't remember the last time I worked only one shift. It's… kinda his way of keeping me out of trouble." She gives a roll of her eye and grins.

"Oh aye?" Andrew asks. "I just work single shifts. I don't exactly need the money that much, but it gives me a reason to leave the house. But what kind of trouble is he trying to keep you out of?" he then asks, his curiousity piqued.

Kaylee wrinkles her nose a bit. "I use to play on Staten." She says it like hot bed of crime is a playground. Sipping her ginger ale again. "I tend to get curious about things and it tends to lead me into trouble. He's bailed me out a few times." There is another roll of her eyes. "Each time I get in trouble he adds days to my punishment." She chuckles and sips her drink with a shrug.

"Ah. Not the safest place for a young lass to be playing," Andrew replies drily. "So to keep you off of the island, he keeps you here. Well, I suppose it makes sense. There's not much to be curious about in a pub…"

"Amen." Kaylee says with a bored sigh. "Except for watching people get drunk and act like idiots." She glances out at the patrons and then smirks back at the new tender. "I myself don't drink. I can't. It will land me in the hospital. So I just watch everyone else to it. You really do see a totally different side of them."

"Why do you think I work in a bar?" Andrew replies with a smile. "It's certainly not for the fantastic wages and stock options… Besides, it's usually a somewhat more pleasant side of humanity than some of what I've seen."

Kaylee looks amused, "Seriously? You do?" She breaks into a toothy grin, "Well, nice to know I'm not the only one to enjoy that little pass time." She presses a hand to her stomach and grimaces. "And your right. It's better then some of what I've seen.. Just kinda boring at times." She rests her head on her hand and smirks.

"Boring is underrated," Andrew replies drily, sipping on his coke. "I've had more than enough excitement for one lifetime. At least when things are boring you don't have too much to worry about, right?"

"Well your…. " Kaylee starts without thinking, and bites her lips and clears her throat with a small sheepish smile, "You've had plenty of time to get tired of it." Finishing her glass, she sighs a bit, she wipes a hand across her forehead. "Maybe I should go home." She murmurs.

Andrew chuckles. "Aye, I'm getting old. No need to beat around the bush. Still, I doubt you've seen some of the excitement I've seen. I grew up a Catholic in nineteen seventies Belfast and I was a marine for twenty five years. First time I killed a man I hadn't even started shaving. Trust me; boring is infinitely better than some of the alternatives. But now I'm preaching. And maybe you should; you really don't look well. You might want to see a doctor at some point."

"I've…. seem some rather wild things." Kaylee says her tone says she really believes this. "But probably not as many as you. But I can say in honesty I've seen some really weird shit," And in truth she has. She's thoughtful for a moment. "Yeah, I think home and curl up on the couch with a movie. I'm sure Adam would understand." She slides off the stool and leans over the bar. She points at a section of the bar. "I store my motorcycle helmet and jacket in a cubby under the bar there. Can you grab them, pretty please?"

Andrew sighs. "Go on then," he says in a mock-grumble, picking the items up and passing them over. "Oh, everyone's seen some wierd shite in this city; moreso since the bomb. Anyway, yeah, I'm sure he'll understand. If he kicks up a fuss, I'll just point out the business we'd have lost if you'd thrown up while carrying someone's food…"

Taking the items Kaylee gives the Irishman a big smile. "You, sir, are a saint and at the moment my hero. Cause if I had to carry another nacho I might have." Setting the helmet on the bar, she takes a moment to slip on her jacket. "It was nice to meet you, Andrew. Look forward to working with you."

Andrew offers a hand for the shaking. "Likewise, Kaylee. Have a safe trip home and enjoy the film. And if you're not feeling any better tomorrow, see a bloody doctor."

She takes the hand briefly and winks. "I'll be fine I'm sure.. but I'll take your suggestion under advisement." Letting go of his hand she throws him a slappy salute and heads out for the night, waving goodbye to some of the waitresses.

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