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| Scene Title | I'll Put In A Good Word |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Abigail and Kaylee meet on the mainland now, and Abigail offers her a chance at a job at Old Lucy's as opposed to the Nite Owl. |
| Date | June 7, 2009 |
The Nite Owl is a survivor from ages past - one of those ancient diners with huge plate glass windows, checkerboard linoleum floor, and a neon owl over the entrance that blinks at those entering. Inside, there's an L-shaped main counter, complete with vintage soda fountain and worn steel stools. All of the cooking is done on the ranges ranked against the rear wall. The outer wall is lined with booths upholstered in cracked scarlet vinyl, tables trimmed with polished chrome. Despite its age, it's been lovingly maintained. The air is redolent with the scent of fresh coffee, vanilla, and frying food.
The thing about being a college student is that summers can be a bitch, unless you take summer classes. Kaylee decided she wanted the summer off, but with that means she needs to work. Well, she doesn't /have/ too, but she doesn't want to touch her ineritance from daddy dearest. Not yet anyway.
So Kaylee sits at the counter frowning down at an application for The Night Owl, a burger and fries setting next to her. She doesn't seem the church type as she's wearing a pair of worn jeans, a an dark blue t-shirt and tennis shoes. "Work experience…" She mumbles, pen going to paper to scrawl in her chicken scratch type handwriting about every job she ever held.
"I could put in a word for you" Comes the increasingly familiar southern drawl that belongs to the red head from Staten Island. Though considerably less strained and tense than before. "I was coming to ask Tom to have my old job back, but if you want, I can put in a good word, and you'll be guaranteed to get it" The stool beside Kaylee is occupied now by Abigail as she slings the messenger bag to her feet, waiting for the older redhead waitress to make her rounds.
Head snapping up Kaylee peers at the woman, before smiling. "Abigail. Fancy meetin' you around here. So use to seeing you out there." She motions with her head indicating the direction of Staten. She turns to pluck a fry from her plate, taking a bite. "Thanks for the offer, but if you need the job, it's better you get it." The pen is dropped onto the application with a sigh. "It's not like desperate for me to work, but I don't feel right falling back on money a man I never met left me." She shrugs. Not that it hasn't kept her from using other money he set aside for college. "But if you need it I say get your old job back. Doubt this is the only place in town hiring."
"Tell you what… I can point you to a place that'll pay better and probably be a sight more fun than wearing a pink uniform, and they'll be looking for someone to take up hours during the summer. It's a place in Greenwich called Old Lucy's. Like coyote ugly. I'm cutting back my hours there, maybe gonna leave and come back here. I can put in a good word there too with the owner. All females work there. It's pretty safe, and woe be to the guy who tries to grab your rear cause, Huruma will make sure they don't think about doing it again"
"Seriously?" Kaylee looks rather surprised with the offer. "Not that I can't take care of myself… I'm not exactly Miss goodie two shoes." She scratches at her cheek thoughtfully. "That might be a better place. I don't drink but I like hanging out in bars. You see a totally different side of people when they drink. Something a bit more true to themselves."
Abigail nods to that. "That you do. Got a number I can give to my boss? So she can call you and set up a time? This'll actually make me feel better about cutting my hours" O r leaving completely. No matter how much safer Huruma says it is to work there, she's got other things to worry about. There's a coffee cup plunked down in front of Abby and coffee poured by Natasha who says hi. Knows what the southerner drinks already but that comes from a couple years of working here.
"Yeah I do." Kaylee leans down to retrieve her backpack leaning against the base of the counter. She unzips the front pocket after popping another fry in her mouth. She pulls out a crumpled flier from some Rave a few days back. Turning it over she writes her name and cellphone number across it. "I really really appreciate this Abigail." She tears the corner off and slides it over. "So how is Flint? You seemed really worried something might happen to him. "Mr Dark and Brooding said you guys had history." She smirks a bit and waves it away. "You know what.. not my business.. I should ask things like that."
"How's Flint?" Abigail takes the paper, folding it in half, tucking said number into a pocket. "Oh. Yeah. we're.. I look in on him now and then. We've done each other a good turn. I was just beating some sense into him" Never mind that she'd come back to the soup van in a terrible mood and taken it out on the soup. "He's a friend" A slight shrug of her shoulder that gets a roll of eyes from Natasha as she busies off to leave the two girls together alone.
"Mmm.. " Kaylee says not believing that herself, but she lets it drop since it really isn't her business. Only what she caught from the woman's mind that day left her curious. "You going back out again to help with the soup stuff again?"
"Dunno. Maybe, maybe not. I have strong feeling about that place. Depends upon a lot of things" Friends only. Lord why does everyone always think different Abigail lifts the cup of coffee, undoctored, a large mouthful of the slightly too hot drink. "It's not the safest place to be. So be careful over there. They snatch up people, stick em in the brothel or worse, if your evolved" Pancratium.
Kaylee picks up a couple of fries dunking them in katchup, but she doesn't eat them until she says to the other woman. "Well, having people I know out there helps past the time. I always find working soup kitchens and you know meals on wheels to be a good place to meet new people." She takes a bite of the fries and chews thoughtfully. "Safe or not, I haven't had to many problems." Course having the ability to make them not want to hurt her helps. "I always feel better after doing that kinda stuff anyhow. I mean gee.. I gave up a wild party to ladle soup. I don't regret it, even if this one jerk of a guy got pranked by some Sorority girls.. Got him striped naked when he passed out and….." She trails off and glances at Abigail. "Sorry.. I forget your the wholesome type." She says it as if that's not a horrible thing. "I'm not use to being around your type." Considering where she plays it's no wonder.
"My type?" Abigail looks down at herself. The Sunday best, the cross at her neck and the clean cut look. Oh how people read books by covers. "I work in a bar Kaylee. wholesome I may be…."
Chuckling Kaylee gives a shrug of her shoulders. "No one is perfect.. but Church going.. Doesn't like bad language.. Screams it, bar work or not. I love charity work.. but even with that I'm still not all good of a person." She shrugs and tosses another fry in her mouth. "If we were perfect we'd be God and I sure don't want his gig."
"I never screamed" Abigail points out. i've killed someone too. Good girls don't kill people. Abigail sighs softly. "I'll give Izzy your number, and see about getting you in. She'll need the help. Stick by your phone. She'll want an audition from you, so, be on your toes. Not that working for Tom here isn't fun, but it's interesting work down at Old Lucy's and the tips are better"
There is no hiding the odd look that crosses Kaylee's face just then. Killed someone. Her eyes narrow a bit, Interesting. Putting on a big grin Kaylee nods. "I can do that. I can live without my cellphone, so shouldn't be a problem getting a hold of me. If it's Coyote Ugly like I've got a dance background." She shrugs and smirk. "Thanks Abigail. I owe ya one."