Who: Danny & Skylar When: Monday, 1ish Where: Sarah's Place
Work was work, what else could Danny say? It wasn’t the kind of work that he wanted to do. Actually, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to do yet. He remembered being asked that classic question ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ and, like so many children, he gave off answers that seemed really cool at the time. Astronaut, pilot, firefighter. Once, he believed he declared Pokemon trainer as his desired profession (it involved dropping out of school, leaving school and catching monsters… seriously, who could turn that down?). But, like so many things involving childhood, there was a time when that ignorance just would no longer hold weight. Now, at nineteen, what did he want to do?
One thing Danny knew he didn’t want to make a career out of was working as a waiter. It wasn’t a horrible job. He was decent at it, and the mere fact that a person could get some face time with Danny Montgomery still held a little bit of allure to those that were still in high school but remembered him from his all too brief stint at the top of that mountain. That would last at least another year if fate was exceptionally kind to him. At that time, however, the job was just a job that gave him some spending money and also made sure that he didn’t have to put such a huge financial burden on his dad. Financial Aid and the scholarships that Danny got helped too (people gave scholarships out to athletes that were also on the student council and got above average grades… they liked the students that were well rounded), but U of M wasn’t a cheap school. And Tim Montgomery didn’t have a ton of money.
His father was one of those people who knew what they wanted to be when they grew up, but then they had to give that up once they realized that they had to take care of a child, eventually all by themselves. Involuntarily or not, Danny had a part in derailing his dad’s future. To his credit, Tim didn’t lament that. At least not aloud. Privately perhaps. Danny could only guess. His gifts, if one could call them that, were magically inclined. He was not telepathic.
The teenager finished cleaning up a table and moved the dishes into the back to be washed. The cycle was a part of his life. Hopefully it would only be a small part of his life, though.