Anthony J Crowley | Good Omens (![]() ![]() @ 2016-10-21 02:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, ~2016 october, ~25 points, ~~barry allen (barryrun), ~~diana (themysciraborn) |
WHO: Barry Allen and Diana Prince
WHAT: Chatting
WHEN: Friday afternoon (after his talk with Alex)
WHERE: The Downtowner
WARNINGS: TBD, likely none
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Barry needed a job. He'd volunteered to help the scientists out with their research, but that was for free. He needed something that was going to bring in money because with the amount of food he ate, well, that wasn't a tiny expense. And if he was going to live here and be comfortable for however long he was here, he needed an income.
So on his way for his mid-afternoon snack, he'd picked up a paper and a pen and was determined to leave the cafe he was heading to with at least a vague idea of leads for employment. Maybe at least then he wouldn't feel so useless. Jobs could be satisfying, after all, even when they sucked.
Going inside, he was a bit surprised how crowded the place was. Sure, it was a nice cafe, but it was the middle of Friday afternoon. Shrugging a little, he ordered a sandwich and a soda and looked around for a place to sit. There was an empty seat across from a woman he'd talked to on the network, so he figured he'd at least give it a shot.
"Hey," he said, approaching the table. "This seat taken?"