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Post by Maggie Peeler on May 26, 2011 22:42:23 GMT -5
Oh joy. Summer. The bestest season of the year. When all the teenagers, preppy or otherwise came flooding out of their homes in the middle of the day and scattered in all different directions, most of them heading straight towards some shopping center, a body of water, or the Mystic Grill.
Maggie was overjoyed. Well, if you can call stomping into the back door of the grill, grumbling to herself as she jerked at a knot in her waitress apron strings overjoyed. She stormed passed the two cooks who were staring at her, and punched in her key code on the kitchen office computer, clocking in. And then her fist tightened immediately when she felt her apron being tugged at.
"Lay off." she growled, but it was tugged again, and she glared to her right to spot one of the cooks --the one who was annoying enough to always wanna talk and smile to her-- just grinning.
"Just lemme give it a try." he pulled it from her loosened hand and worked at the knot, as she stared at him, jaw locked forward. And then he handed it back to her with a satisfied grin. "There. All better, see?" he nodded and leaned on the desk edge as she tied her apron on quicker than usual, checking the time.
"You're late. Again. Anything going on?"
She scoffed. "Are you my shrink? Go --flip a burger or something."
He answered with a scoff, a grin, and scratched the back of his neck. "Wow. It's a wonder I keep saying good morning to you every day, Maggie-Marie. he shrugged and moved out the door, ignoring her countless grumble to not call her that anymore. She could care less for his feelings. Right now, she was busy dreading the entire day and the fifty odd kids she'd have to take orders from the whole eight hours today. This wasn't gonna be fun.
Heading towards the kitchen door, she composed herself with a quick huffed sigh and cast a glance back towards the staff who was standing and watching her from the stoves. Rolling her eyes, she headed outside onto the main floor, planting a grimace on her face. Meh, her best server-attitude smile. Rounding the bar she headed straight towards the back table, staring down as she fished in her apron pockets for her pen. Pulling it out finally she stopped at the table edge.
"Hey, I'm Maggie, I'll be takin' care of you today. Can I start anyone off with some drinks?" She looked up finally, locking eyes with her customers. This wasn't going to be a good day. |
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Post by Caroline Forbes on Jun 3, 2011 18:27:00 GMT -5
Caroline’s phone started ringing in her purse as she was pulling into Mystic Grill. She resisted the urge to dig around in her purse while driving. The last thing she needed was to get into another fender-bender. She didn’t need her mom taking her car away when she had a whole summer of freedom ahead of her. She whipped into a space and kept her foot on the brake while she grabbed her purse off the passenger seat and started rifling through it. She pulled her iPhone out and answered the call, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder.
“Hello?”
She put the car in park as she sat there and turned the key in the ignition to kill the engine and the radio. Tiki was chattering furiously in her ear.
“Woah, stop. Breathe. Now let’s try that again at, like, half the speed and without the attitude.”
She undid her seatbelt and got out of the car, grabbing her keys and her purse before she closed the door. Tiki was going on and on about how Stephanie bought the skirt she wanted, and that wasn’t cool because now Tiki couldn’t buy it because then they’d have the same thing.
“So ask if you can borrow hers. And if she says no, casually mention it looks exactly like that skirt you told her YOU wanted. Then she’ll feel bad and let you borrow it, and you don’t have to worry about her showing up somewhere with you wearing a carbon copy of your outfit.”
Caroline pulled open the door to The Grill as she talked, strolling in and finding herself a table. It didn’t seem too busy yet, but in an hour it would be packed. She sighed as Tiki kept going on and on.
“Okay, as much as I’m loving listening to you right now, I gotta go. Talk to you later, byyyye!”
She ended the call before Tiki could protest and sat down, putting her purse on the table in front of her. She found Elena in her contacts and sent her a text: @ the grill. u should totally get here
Caroline hadn’t exactly planned a get-together, but she hadn’t expected to walk in and find the place practically deserted either. At least, it was deserted as far as Caroline was concerned if none of her friends were around.
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