Who: Thomas and Rena What: Rena has some pressing questions... and a wooden spoon Where: Madison's Pub, kitchen When: Late Rating: PGish, perhaps? Status: Threaded, Complete
Those who knew Rena, at least as well as someone could know her, knew that her temper could run hot and strong and that once angered, she was difficult to reason with. Very little could keep her temper in check but fortunately for the pub, Bridget was one of those few things. While Bridget was around, there would be no outburst, at least not outright. There certainly was a little unnecessary force as she served dinner but the plates and mugs were sturdy and could withstand the force of her anger. Most patrons knew better than to ask too many questions when she was smoldering, however quietly.
Bridget hadn't lingered in the dining area that evening. She hadn't said much, either, truth be told. Clearly the events of the afternoon had effected her because whereas usually, she worked the floor like a pro until she nearly fell asleep on her feet, she retreated to her room relatively early, which only drove home the fact that Rena had to have a very serious discussion with her boss. The problem with this, however, was that her boss was a very busy man and she, like him, had a job to do.
Rena wasn't in the mood to dance or socialize with the patrons that evening so when the patronage began to dwindle to the point where she was no longer needed, she went into the kitchen to work off some of her temper. Rena didn't cook and everyone at the pub knew that well enough but she did help with the cleaning up and she began to scrub the dirty dishes with an almost alarming intensity.