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femmejosephine) wrote2015-02-03 06:44 pm
femmejosephine) wrote2015-02-03 06:44 pm
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Just a Beer [Cole]
Most of the time, the shifts at Bondurant's were fine. Today, though, it seemed like everyone was trying to annoy her. People insisted they hadn't ordered what they had (or had ordered what they hadn't), the other servers didn't finish their sidework, and she'd even spilled a cup of coffee. Fortunately, she hadn't actually spilled it on anyone, but she'd still had to clean it up and get another cup for the customer.
When she got home and checked her phone to be sure she wasn't being called back for a double, she saw Cole's voicemail again. He'd left it awhile ago, but they hadn't managed to find a time that worked for both of them. Part of it was being busy on both their parts. Part of it was, honestly, concern on her part that if they went for a beer, they wouldn't have anything to talk about. They didn't come from the same worlds in so many ways. Today, though, she thought it might be a good idea not to have a beer alone, and it was definitely a beer kind of day, so she called him and arranged to meet at a place she was starting to think of as her local.
She'd taken a shower to get rid of the coffee and grease smell, then changed into a nice jumper and what the shops called skinny jeans. She looked good but not stunning, mostly because she wasn't sure whether this was a date or just a beer between friends. After a lot of consideration, she left her gun at home, which was a huge leap for her in a lot of ways. She did have her knife in her boot as usual, but that was just prudence.
She got there ahead of him and settled at a table. If he didn't show, she'd just have a beer.
When she got home and checked her phone to be sure she wasn't being called back for a double, she saw Cole's voicemail again. He'd left it awhile ago, but they hadn't managed to find a time that worked for both of them. Part of it was being busy on both their parts. Part of it was, honestly, concern on her part that if they went for a beer, they wouldn't have anything to talk about. They didn't come from the same worlds in so many ways. Today, though, she thought it might be a good idea not to have a beer alone, and it was definitely a beer kind of day, so she called him and arranged to meet at a place she was starting to think of as her local.
She'd taken a shower to get rid of the coffee and grease smell, then changed into a nice jumper and what the shops called skinny jeans. She looked good but not stunning, mostly because she wasn't sure whether this was a date or just a beer between friends. After a lot of consideration, she left her gun at home, which was a huge leap for her in a lot of ways. She did have her knife in her boot as usual, but that was just prudence.
She got there ahead of him and settled at a table. If he didn't show, she'd just have a beer.