Post by Chase Sullivan on Sept 1, 2011 22:33:39 GMT -5
Chase set down the burger and fries next to the middle aged woman who seemed to be taking her lunch break. It was only 1:30 in the afternoon, Chase having only been working from 11:00 and yet she was already ready for a break. Being a waitress was not exactly the best job for Chase, having to flash fake smiles at the customers and appear to actually be interested in them. Oh, she smiled and took their orders with a cheerful tune, but most could tell that her behavior was not exactly genuine. Most got used to her however and others were smart and learned quickly that chit-chat was not an option.
It wasn't as though the human didn't like this job. She actually quite enjoyed it. The cafe was small, meaning most of the costumers were regulars and got used to the worker's routines as well. They knew what they wanted and they never caused any problems. The cafe also had a small menu, having mostly drinks and desserts, but having sandwiches and burgers for lunch. The boss was an older man who didn't pry on his employees and made it clear what he expected of everyone, though really it was only him, the baker, and Chase most days. There was one other waitress, but Chase had only worked with her a few days so far. The small group made it easy for Chase to relax and focus on her job. Thinking back on it, she was quite lucky to have gotten the spot, seeing that the boss had really been looking for a more outgoing personality. However, when she had worked a test day he hired her, shocking both her and the baker. Truth be told, Chase and the baker had a rocky truce. They were good when working, but didn't much care for talking when it was just up to them. Which was fine with her of course.
Today, Chase came in annoyed and the regulars could sense it. She had come straight to work from her brother's condo, after finding him drunk. Maxwell had come a long way from his teenage years, but he still had those days. So she had left her dog with him and came to work wondering why a business man didn't take better care of himself. Sure, getting drunk once in a blue moon didn't seem like much to anyone, but to Chase it actually scared her just a tad bit. What if he got into a drunken rage? What if he converted into his old partying, idiot self? Not that she would ever admit that she cared so much about her brother. He knew it anyway. Before Chase had argued with him once or twice about thinking before acting. That was like arguing with a brick wall though. Or more correctly, a Werewolf.
Though she had not inherited the Were trait as her brother, Chase had instead gotten some special power herself. She was able to see and communicate with the dead. Most would think of this as cool or even exciting. For Chase, it meant listening to how they died, why they died, and what their regrets were that caused them to linger. It also meant being treated as strange for stating that she could see things that others could not. Only Maxwell had really believed her, but then why would a Were not believe something like this? With the way the world was right now though, perhaps not many would think she was lying. What did it really matter though? It didn't help the ghosts or Chase in anyway if someone else knew about what she saw, so why tell?
Sighing, Chase took a few orders before heading into the back to get what they asked for. One blueberry muffin and one cheesecake. After putting down the plates and flashing a small smile she walked over to the counter. She took her moment of peace to survey the cafe. The dark wood paneling made it easy to maneuver when walking and most of the customers seemed to enjoy the color. The tables and chairs were a lighter brown, but in Chase's opinion they matched well. When walking in a customer could either go to the right or the left, each side having glass paned windows on the walls so that they could watch the world go by as they enjoyed their time at the cafe. Right now, the sun seemed to be shining bright, though the weather wasn't very hot. A good mixture of warmth and a nice breeze it seemed. Going straight would lead to the counter that the boss was often seen behind. A doorway would lead to the kitchen, where the annoying baker could be found as he worked to please the occupants at the many small tables. Taking one long look around, all of the occupants of the tables seemed to have everything they currently needed, but it could change in an instant, whether someone new walked in or someone found out they wanted something else.
It wasn't as though the human didn't like this job. She actually quite enjoyed it. The cafe was small, meaning most of the costumers were regulars and got used to the worker's routines as well. They knew what they wanted and they never caused any problems. The cafe also had a small menu, having mostly drinks and desserts, but having sandwiches and burgers for lunch. The boss was an older man who didn't pry on his employees and made it clear what he expected of everyone, though really it was only him, the baker, and Chase most days. There was one other waitress, but Chase had only worked with her a few days so far. The small group made it easy for Chase to relax and focus on her job. Thinking back on it, she was quite lucky to have gotten the spot, seeing that the boss had really been looking for a more outgoing personality. However, when she had worked a test day he hired her, shocking both her and the baker. Truth be told, Chase and the baker had a rocky truce. They were good when working, but didn't much care for talking when it was just up to them. Which was fine with her of course.
Today, Chase came in annoyed and the regulars could sense it. She had come straight to work from her brother's condo, after finding him drunk. Maxwell had come a long way from his teenage years, but he still had those days. So she had left her dog with him and came to work wondering why a business man didn't take better care of himself. Sure, getting drunk once in a blue moon didn't seem like much to anyone, but to Chase it actually scared her just a tad bit. What if he got into a drunken rage? What if he converted into his old partying, idiot self? Not that she would ever admit that she cared so much about her brother. He knew it anyway. Before Chase had argued with him once or twice about thinking before acting. That was like arguing with a brick wall though. Or more correctly, a Werewolf.
Though she had not inherited the Were trait as her brother, Chase had instead gotten some special power herself. She was able to see and communicate with the dead. Most would think of this as cool or even exciting. For Chase, it meant listening to how they died, why they died, and what their regrets were that caused them to linger. It also meant being treated as strange for stating that she could see things that others could not. Only Maxwell had really believed her, but then why would a Were not believe something like this? With the way the world was right now though, perhaps not many would think she was lying. What did it really matter though? It didn't help the ghosts or Chase in anyway if someone else knew about what she saw, so why tell?
Sighing, Chase took a few orders before heading into the back to get what they asked for. One blueberry muffin and one cheesecake. After putting down the plates and flashing a small smile she walked over to the counter. She took her moment of peace to survey the cafe. The dark wood paneling made it easy to maneuver when walking and most of the customers seemed to enjoy the color. The tables and chairs were a lighter brown, but in Chase's opinion they matched well. When walking in a customer could either go to the right or the left, each side having glass paned windows on the walls so that they could watch the world go by as they enjoyed their time at the cafe. Right now, the sun seemed to be shining bright, though the weather wasn't very hot. A good mixture of warmth and a nice breeze it seemed. Going straight would lead to the counter that the boss was often seen behind. A doorway would lead to the kitchen, where the annoying baker could be found as he worked to please the occupants at the many small tables. Taking one long look around, all of the occupants of the tables seemed to have everything they currently needed, but it could change in an instant, whether someone new walked in or someone found out they wanted something else.
