Who: Jennifer Kale (open) NPCs: Jennifer's fellow wait staff, a short order cook Where: Gotham - Diner Jennifer waitress' at. When: December 12th, 2012 What: Jennifer does not have the time or patience for mistletoe shenanigans. Well actually exams are turning her into a scrooge. Rating: TBA
The diner had been busy all day - twas the season after all, people out shopping ducking in for a bite to eat, on top of their regular clientele. The sound system had been blasting out Christmas music all day, and Jennifer was thinking about zapping the speakers with a spell that would fry them but good. Then of course that raised the possibility that people might take to caroling, since apparently Christmas music was a vital part of the holiday. As if the wreath on the diner door, the candy canes painted on the window, and the literal candy canes in a cup on the counter (offered to customers when they settled their bill) weren't enough to fill the place with Christmas cheer.
There was a lull in the customers right now, and Jennifer leaned up against the counter, pulling one of the candy canes out of the cup, and crunched down on it. She pulled her phone out of the pocket of her waitress uniform, and checked her texts. There was one from the self appointed head of her study group, reminding her that they had a study meeting tomorrow. For it wasn't just Christmas time - it was also exams time, and Jennifer was more focused on that, then on the holidays.
"Jennifer." She looked up from her phone to find the cook had come out from back and was leaning on the opposite side of the counter. "Look up."
Jennifer looked upward, and frowned because above her was some (fake plasticy looking) greenery. She looked to the cook; "Is that - mistletoe? Fake mistletoe?"
The cook answered by leaning forward but Jennifer shook her head. "Oh no, no no. We are not hanging that there." She pointed at the register which was very close to where they stood. "I'm not ringing customers through and kissing them, we are not operating a kissing booth here." She eyed the counter for a second, considering jumping up on it, so she could then reach the mistletoe. But her waitress skirt wasn't overly long, and she didn't want to flash her co-workers. This was a regular business day after all, not say, the staff Christmas party.
"I need a stool. Or a step stool," she darted behind the counter in search of one, ignoring the cooks protests that it was funny, and she needed some Christmas spirit. "When exams are over, I'll be alllllll about the Christmas spirits, like a Blue Snowflake or some spiked eggnog."