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| Kura | Dec 21 2010, 11:33 PM Post #1 |
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Even as far away from America as she was there was always someone who would provide the atypical greasy pizza and cheese-soaked pasta that Adele so loved. Sushi was fine and good so long as it wasn't made of something disturbing like octopus eyeball and rice could be used in almost every dish, but after so long it began to wear on a person. She had begun to have her fill of raw fish and soy sauce for the past week, which meant that it was most certainly time for a change of pace and not the brief respite gas station burritos offered. She had learned to be leery about gas station food long ago and suspected that somewhere in Hyakuji had to have some good old American cuisine if only she nosed around a bit. And nosing she had gone. A passing question here and an inquisitive poke there had given her some information on the various cuisines of Hyakuji and where exactly to find them. Some were more promising than others, a few perhaps being even revolting to the mercenary, though she had long since learned to be picky. Thankfully the search for something familiar and palatable had coincided with the other search she had embarked upon, one involving attempts at locating a more permanent residence. Hotels were a horrid waste of money and the one that she had decided to hole herself up in was, to say the very least, bottom budget. She was beginning to suspect that either the maids were stealing her clothes or the rats were sentient and with sticky fingers. Or claws. She marked locating Dogs Bar and Grill as a small victory, especially as she padded into the restaurant, almost snorting with incredulity. It looked like every other cliched sports bar or tavern she had been to, from the exorbitant amount of TVs plastering the walls to the tacky decorations. Classy. She wasn't about to turn and walk out, though, especially as the scent of frying foods and pizza met her nose, a delicious array of smells that could have very easily led her to perform a series of backflips on the spot. Luckily she was saved the trouble as a tired-looking hostess led her over to the bar and gestured imperiously to a stool, Adele taking the seat without a second thought at the other woman's impertinence. She was damn hungry, after all. Service was prompt, most likely because of the time of day, which meant that the mercenary's demand for a water and a half-dozen slices of pizza was taken immediately, if not without an incredulous glance. No mind them; she hadn't eaten pizza in ages. She took the momentary lull in activity to sip placidly at her water and converse with the other individuals clustered around the bar with her, almost immediately hitting up the man on her right for a place to stay. He was attractive, perhaps mid-thirties, clean-shaven and amicable enough. He was also married. Adele barely hid a scowl as he informed her of his undying devotion to his wife and newborn child, the Italian woman swiftly directing her attention towards the dumpy woman on her left before thinking better of it. She wasn't quite that desperate yet. Her offer to pay a pretty penny for a place to stay was on the table or, more accurately, the bar, though no one seemed willing to take her up on it quite yet. In fact, her fellow bar patrons seemed positively reluctant, either murmuring an apology or returning their glassy-eyed stares to their drinks. What was the world coming to? Where was the humanity, the kindness, the selflessness that she had come to rely so steadily upon? Obviously not here. It was only the promise of pizza that kept Adele rooted to her stool, along with the decidedly pleasant conversation of the married man, even if it meant little. A person was a person and it was nice to talk to someone, even if it wasn't going to get her somewhere right away. Perhaps eventually. |
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| Maria | Dec 28 2010, 02:22 PM Post #2 |
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Aurora served another drink with a smile and a small conversation. She listened as the man told her of his problems and how he couldn't find someone to love him for who he was, not what he could do for them. Aurora's eyes softened, and she reached over the bar and patted his arm, cleaning glasses and talking softly. She cared for this particular customer. He came in every Wednesday with a smile and very rarely ever spilled out his problems; though she knew he had a few. So when he did, Aurora listened carefully. Sooner rather than later, he turned towards his drink and sipped at it; ending the conversation. Aurora turned away and reached behind her, grabbing a few different types of alcohol and starting the mixing process. She saw another one of her regulars coming in, and she knew; if she didn't have his drink ready exactly thirty seconds after he sat down at the bar, he would pitch a fit. And quite frankly, she didn't want to hear it. So she mixed, stirred and poured the drink in a glass full of ice, pushing it towards the man after he sat down. A wink and a nod later, and she was back to cleaning glasses. It was at that moment that a waitress approached her; in fact, the only waitress she could stand approached her. Lenora giggled and flirted her way around the bar, collecting tips just by being herself. "Oh Tempy~" Aurora rolled her eyes and stared at Lenora, smiling gently. Everyone in this bar knew that Lenora was the only person alive who could call her by her first name, or some form of it, and live. Aurora placed her hands one her hips and turned on her heel, tipping her head to the side. Lenora giggled before starting again. "So, you still looking for that roommate?" Aurora thought. She couldn't afford the rent by herself without rising any suspicion. She She could easily afford the rent; but as a bartender in a declining business, it would seem strange to her overbearing landlord that she was paying the rent with no struggles--especially with her car. So she nodded, putting up a few more glasses and serving more drinks as she talked. "Well good. 'Cause there's some girl sitting at your bar that wants a place to stay; and she hasn't been served yet..." Lenora wagged her eyebrows, suggesting without saying anything that Aurora should go talk to her. So with a sigh and a fake smile, Aurora shuffled over to the girl who was talking to the married man beside her. "What can I get ya?" Aurora said, throwing a towel over her shoulder. Would it be awkward to just...come out and say she needed a roommate? |
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| Kura | Dec 30 2010, 07:23 PM Post #3 |
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The conversation was going, to put it kindly, but nowhere quick. The man she was speaking to seemed more inclined to complain about his problems than anything else, often switching pace midway through their discussion to spout some lavishing compliments about his wife. Disgusting. Adele fought down a shiver of revulsion, keeping a half-hearted smile pasted across her face, inwardly cursing her current slot in life and wishing fervently that she had ordered something strong to drink. Maybe a stiff drink wasn't too far off, though, as a female voice piped up behind her, Adele spinning reflexively to see where it had come from. "What can I get ya?" Didn't the woman know she had been served already? Adele blinked but took the inquiry in stride, taking the opportunity to ask for a stronger drink when it presented itself. "Got anything with a bit of kick to it?" she asked brightly, head tilting curiously to the side as she inspected the waitress. Younger than herself with a shock of crimson hair and golden eyes she certainly stood out among the generally Asian populace, holding Adele's attention for a few moments until the Italian woman decided to stop staring. "Something that burns on the way down and makes a bad day good," she added with a charming smile, pushing the menu that he been under her hand back across the bar top a ways. Wait. Young, not a local, working at a bar...perhaps this was Adele's break. It was one of those hunches that she felt from time-to-time, often in irrelevant situations. Occasionally they paid off, though, and hopefully this was one such situation. The smile not fading from her face, Adele pushed herself upright a bit more, eyes bright and quizzical as she continued to inspect the barmaid before her. "Say...you wouldn't know where a good place to stay is, would you?" she asked, hoping for once that her insatiable curiosity would pay off. |
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