>> Thursday, January 14, 2010
And here we are, right back where we started. She's not a lush. This is her first drink of the day and only her second drink since her arrival. And this time it wasn't even her idea.
It's been a week. Only a week, but it still seems like it's been longer than that. Days go by slowly when you aren't working. It's only been a week, but she hasn't really looked very hard, if she's being honest with herself. Which she usually isn't, honestly.
"So how's the place?" Water asks as he pours himself a drink.
It was just a fluke. They happened to bump into each other while she was walking past to the City Center to check for new job postings. It was only 11am, and Water's restaurant wasn't set to open for another two hours or so.
"Well, I can't complain." She lies. She could. Easily.
Water told her about a little flop house, no questions asked, easy approval to rent a room. They provide you with three meals a day which is probably the best part about her stay. The elimination of her needing to cook or go in search of food.
But it's only a room.
A bare room at that. Her suitcase sits off in the corner. She hasn't even removed her clothes yet. The entire place suggests only a temporary living environment. Mostly because of the fact that bathrooms, showers, and even the damn TV is shared.
"It is certainly different." She smiles even as she puts her hand to her forehead to stave off the headache she can feel just beginning to grow out of her own boredom and exhaustion.
"How's the job search going?" He asks before he moves to step around the bar.
"Ugh." It's almost involuntary. There don't seem to be many jobs in this little town though she had seen a posting for Bonnie's Clothing Shop. Sam had already told her that Bonnie needed a cashier. She'd suggested it with a smirk and a poorly hidden laugh.
Samantha was not nearly desperate enough. "Well, you know, okay I guess. I don't have one yet, so that should tell you something."
Water chuckles. "That bad? Why don't you work here? I could use a bartender for the evening shift."
"Really? I've never tended a bar before though."
He slides into the seat near her. "I'd train you. Besides, a cute girl can't really go wrong."
Now Water was the one who suggested the flop house, so she's not exactly how sure she should be of his judgment. Really. But it did sound different, plus she stood no chance of having Sam suggest she should go work for Bonnie again.
"Wait, I have to do something first though." Samantha hops up, steps around the bar, and picks up three clear and heavy glass tumblers. It was a trick she'd done plenty in college at parties usually using their little espresso cups.
Glass tumblers are definitely heavier than espresso cups, but it works. Clearly it's a sign that she can be a bartender. She smiles because that's pretty awesome to be able to just juggle glass tumblers. (Can you do that with hardly any practice?)
Water isn't nearly so impressed it seems.
"Uh yeah, that's cool, but ah, try not to do that too often, okay?"
It's okay, she still questions his judgment anyway.
They part after shaking hands on it. Water will personally train her starting as soon as tomorrow.
Y'know, we put warnings when these things are long, should I put a warning when they're short?