Chloe Lévesque (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} catchabreeze) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-09-09 20:46:00 |
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Saturday: February 9, 2008
Who: Chloe & Nico
When: Morning
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Chloe goes to work—and disaster strikes. Naturally.
Chloe hated horses, so she was walking along the dirt path to work. She lived at the water bungalows, and The Tiki Hut wasn’t far from her home. It was the reason why she chose to work there instead of in town. Had she chosen to work at the café, restaurant, or wine bar, Chloe would have found herself worn out from the on-foot travel. There was no way in hell she was taking a horse to get into town. Horses were dirty, smelly, and uncomfortable creatures to ride. She’d rely first on her own two feet before she ever considered jumping onto the back of one of those things.
Her two feet hadn’t failed her yet, and she was in cheerful spirits today. The weather had cleared up, which meant she finally got to work again. The Tiki Hut had been closed for the past four days because of the weather, and it had also been closed for about half of the past eighteen days since Loki disappeared to . . . wherever he was going. He was the real owner and boss. Her current boss was a stand-in for Loki, some buddy of his named Nico. Chloe had seen him around before, but she hadn’t really talked to him all that much. Not even since he became her boss. Hell, he’d only been that for nine or ten days. As if it counted.
As she neared the establishment, Chloe furrowed her brow at what looked like a cloudy mist hovering around The Tiki Hut. She thought the weather was supposed to be clear today. If Nico called her in to work on a wet and windy day, she was so going to kick his ass into next week. She didn’t even have an umbrella or a raincoat with her!
Drops of rain started to fall from the sky. Using her sling bag as a shield over her head, Chloe ran as fast as she could to the cover of the huge umbrella-like roof of the bar area. Her hair was matted and frizzy, her top was soaked, and she looked like a mess. “Nico!” she called out, her voice tinged with anger. “I thought we weren’t supposed to be open during bad weather!”
Who: Chloe & Nico
When: Morning
Where: The Tiki Hut
What: Chloe goes to work—and disaster strikes. Naturally.
Chloe hated horses, so she was walking along the dirt path to work. She lived at the water bungalows, and The Tiki Hut wasn’t far from her home. It was the reason why she chose to work there instead of in town. Had she chosen to work at the café, restaurant, or wine bar, Chloe would have found herself worn out from the on-foot travel. There was no way in hell she was taking a horse to get into town. Horses were dirty, smelly, and uncomfortable creatures to ride. She’d rely first on her own two feet before she ever considered jumping onto the back of one of those things.
Her two feet hadn’t failed her yet, and she was in cheerful spirits today. The weather had cleared up, which meant she finally got to work again. The Tiki Hut had been closed for the past four days because of the weather, and it had also been closed for about half of the past eighteen days since Loki disappeared to . . . wherever he was going. He was the real owner and boss. Her current boss was a stand-in for Loki, some buddy of his named Nico. Chloe had seen him around before, but she hadn’t really talked to him all that much. Not even since he became her boss. Hell, he’d only been that for nine or ten days. As if it counted.
As she neared the establishment, Chloe furrowed her brow at what looked like a cloudy mist hovering around The Tiki Hut. She thought the weather was supposed to be clear today. If Nico called her in to work on a wet and windy day, she was so going to kick his ass into next week. She didn’t even have an umbrella or a raincoat with her!
Drops of rain started to fall from the sky. Using her sling bag as a shield over her head, Chloe ran as fast as she could to the cover of the huge umbrella-like roof of the bar area. Her hair was matted and frizzy, her top was soaked, and she looked like a mess. “Nico!” she called out, her voice tinged with anger. “I thought we weren’t supposed to be open during bad weather!”