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Post by winston on Nov 15, 2010 19:15:46 GMT -8
you've got me poppin' champagne The new school year was fast approaching, a fact that Winston was eagerly awaiting. It'd been a long summer, a very very long time to go without seeing his lovely little creme de la creme. 'course she'd given him her number after about twenty minutes of constant badgering, however, it seemed that his texts and calls weren't going through. Damn phone, he really needed to get rid of his fucking dinosaur and buy one of them newer so called smart phones that were like a thousand bucks.
However, that would require him to work two jobs instead of the one he currently had... something that he simply refused to do. Working two full time jobs would require him to cut back on his late night 'gaming' escapades. Oh the horror, the world would truly be ending the day Mr. Lovett decided to motivate himself enough to put down the controller - and move up society's ladder o' ranks.
He'd been born poor and chances are he'd die poor - what a sad, sad little existence he had staked claim to.
The twenty-seven year old hadn't really worked for much during his life. He'd come close to flunking out of high school - the irony being the fact that after he graduated he had turned right back 'round and been hired by the same school as a janitor. Guess he couldn't get enough of that place.
His stride was filled with confidence as he moved down the concrete sidewalk with ease. He glanced down at the paper plate he was holding with a death grip. He'd wrapped the poor plate in so many pieces of tinfoil, one might think he was holding a giant shiny, silver turd.
Brownies. He'd spent his last couple bucks to buy the box of powder from the local grocery store. She'll like 'em. She had to like 'em, everyone liked brownies. 'course people might think he put weed or some other drug into the batter before baking 'em. However, they couldn't be farther from the truth... Mr. Lovett here was too poor to afford drugs. What a shame.
He stopped when he reached the Coffee Shop. He took a deep breath and counted to three mentally. He couldn't explain why he'd grown nervous all of a sudden, he figured it was just his nerves... or the breakfast burrito he ate this morning. Extending a hand, he grasped the cold iron handle and pulled the door open.
With a few more deep breaths he approached the counter, attempting to display a warm and not creepy smile. He'd probably fail. "Dani? Dani I have something for you," he tapped the little service bell that rested neatly on the linoleum counter. He just prayed she was working today.
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Post by daniellemarks on Nov 16, 2010 16:36:24 GMT -8
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Through all her life, she had it really easy, so she couldn't complain. She hadn't had any real issues, and she always was happy and optimistic about everything. Apparently not life had decided that she needed a bit of shit in her life, and to make up for the last seventeen years of happiness and not much negativity it turned around and spat a whole bunch of shit on her. She didn't quite know what she as doing now, between her parents kicking her out because of her grades dropping and her going out with Aubrey, and now she had to try and support herself (thank god her mother had felt bad for her and agreed to pay for her horses because she wanted to succeed, but her father wasn’t to know). Looking back on the situation, maybe it would have been smarter to not choose Aubrey over her house and parents.
Right now, she wasn't all that sure she had made the right decision.
Sighing and setting the cinnamon buns in the oven, she looked over at the other girl she worked with watching her wearily. Not many had caught on to the lack of usual optimism and outgoing behaviour, but she had. Danielle was just waiting for her to ask about it, and half of her really wanted her to. Just to have someone to talk to about the load of shit that had been dumped on her. But for now, she'd stand in her silence and work and ride. Running her fingers through the ends of her hair, she heard the door chime indicating someone had walked in.
“Want to get that? I need to finish the next set of cinnamon buns,” she asked, watching as the girl wandered off to the front counter. Quite contently working in silence, she heard someone say her name. Stopping dead, she narrowed her eyes and strained to put a face to the voice. It took her a moment to realize who it was, groaning to herself she heard him ring the service bell. The girl reappeared once more, telling Danielle that she thought it was for her (and of course she was fucking smirking, just to piss her off). Shaking her head, “just say I'm not here. Please?” she pleaded. Laughing, the girl shook her head, evidently wanting some amusement and knowing that she'd get some.
“Fuck you,” she mumbled, shooting her a look and wandering out to the front close. Her assumption had been right, and she noted Winston standing there with a plate of something wrapped in tinfoil. Raising an eyebrow carefully, she stepped forward and contemplated her actions. She could pretend that she didn't recognize her school janitor, and treat him like a normal customer. Or be nice, because maybe he'd just leave faster. She heard Andrea behind her, snickering to herself. Stepping forward with a small smile forcefully tugged at the corners of her lips (not that anyone could tell). She ignored the fact he had something for her, looking up at his face and back down to the counter she said. “Good afternoon, how can I help you?”
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Post by winston on Nov 16, 2010 17:06:52 GMT -8
you've got me poppin' champagne He tapped his fingers on the counter as he waited for Dani to appear. Winston knew that there was always the chance that the girl wasn't working today. However, when a young girl approached the counter and told him to wait a moment - he knew the previous assumption had been incorrect. Ms. Danielle was working today, perfect.
He ran a hand through his dirty blond hair and plastered a wide Cheshire cat grin on his face when she emerged from the back. "How can you help me?" He tapped his chin in mock contemplation before resuming, "Well for starters... you can take your present." He lifted the tinfoil encrusted brownies to her, waiting for her to accept them.
He leaned across the counter and whispered, "I baked brownies for you last night, hopefully you like them and aren't like... allergic." He placed the plate on the counter and pushed it aside, deciding that she'd take 'em when she wanted too - plus his arms were growing a bit tired from holding them. Never in his life had the twenty-seven year old ever thought that associating with the younger crowd was far from socially acceptable. He would never guess that the girl receiving his affections, might very well be going through hell and quite possibly being teased by fellow friends. Nope, never would have crossed his mind.
"I would... uh... order something.. but I sorta spent all my remaining money on the brownie mix." Winston gave a brief shrug with his shoulders, this girl had been worth every penny... which wasn't saying a whole lot. "Hey listen, can you take a break or somethin? I don't want to like.. embarrass you or anything." Too bad, he already succeeded in embarrassing her. Hell, Dani would be lucky if her peers would ever let her forget this whole incident. No doubt there would be plenty of rumors going around this coming school year.
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awh, look at our fave pedo.. bein' all nice and shizz xD
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Post by daniellemarks on Nov 16, 2010 18:25:21 GMT -8
give me one more shot with everything you've got, [/size][/color] [/center] - - - - - - - - - -
She felt quite a bit safer right now from the last time she had seen him, considering there was a nice wide counter between them. If he wanted to get any closer to her he'd have to jump over the three foot spread, which she couldn't see him doing. She leaned on the counter slightly, just pressing her hip bones against the linoleum. Watching him blankly as he smiled at her, she looked down and glanced at the plate he slid across the counter. She didn't even want to know what was in there, because she had doubts in her mind that they were even safe. They could be drugged, she thought to herself. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't edible.
When he whispered that they were brownies, she raised an eyebrow at him and smiled slightly. “Well, thanks,” she said politely as ever, brushing a couple strands of hair behind her ear. At his comment about her being allergic, she shrugged. “Lactose intolerant, but whatever.” It wasn't a lie, she was lactose intolerant. But it didn't stop her from drinking dairy products, it wasn't like it bothered her until she had a lot of them anyways. She coped with the pain that it gave her, she adored chocolate and milk too much to really give them up. It had drove her parents crazy, watching her drink milk from the carton, telling her that it was rude to do so, and that she shouldn't even be drinking dairy products since she was allergic to it.
“No can do, sorry. Took my break earlier today,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the girl standing there watching looking truly amused. “I don't find the situation embarrassing. So. I think I'll be fine. We can talk here,” she said simply, shrugging before eyeing the plate of brownies once more. Those brownies sitting there worried her a lot, she had a feeling they were probably laced with something and weren't going to be safe. At the same time she felt bad for assuming it, maybe he had just honestly made her brownies from the kindness of his heart and here she was not wanting to even touch them. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” She asked.
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