Re: Amelia and Shan
The dispatch part of it sounded stressful and high-pressure, so that was impressive ... but how busy could a police station in a town this size really be? In any case, the girl sounded pleased with her work, and that was all that really mattered in the end, wasn’t it? “Mostly in strip clubs,” Shan answered, having no qualms about telling the younger woman that. It wasn’t like she was seven years old or anything. “I do a lot of pole work, but I love other kinds of dance too.” Answering so many questions about it was making Shan itch to get back onto a pole. Even though she’d been stretching a lot and doing small workouts here and there at home, it was nothing like losing herself in some loud music and her own strength. She was going to get flabby if she didn’t figure out something soon, not to mention irritable. “I don’t know yet what I’m going to do here,” she added with a shrug.
"Don't go to Cherries," Amelia said without thinking about it, she hadn't known much about that place when she was younger but after working for Sheriff Grady she knew enough to know to avoid it. It was sleazy as hell and the few girls she'd met who worked there seemed miserable. "You'll find something else, this place has a way of... making things work out." If it wants you to stay. No, she wasn't going to say that out loud, Shan would find out soon enough how weird this town was without Amelia seeming insane to her. Gavin would probably drop dead before he let her work at the Porch but if Amelia could find a job with her very spotty past and lack of education, Shan probably wouldn't have any problems. She was very pretty and that couldn't hurt.
Shan had to smile at that, because she’d already gotten an idea on what to do next, hadn’t she? From someone in ‘this place.’ “Good, then I look forward to shit working out for once in my life,” she answered, her tone amused. It was a strange thing to say, but Shan was accustomed to strange people, so it didn’t faze her. “And yeah, I’ve already looked at Cherries and it’s a shithole, so that’s definitely off the table.” Shan was tempted to ask if Lyra would be interested in dance classes, but it was probably too early to risk looking like she was trying to recruit her niece-in-law to be a stripper. Shan would speak her mind to the girlfriends, but this was a daughter in the family, so she probably should show a bit more restraint.
Amelia couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of life Shan had lived to say something like that, if she was just being dramatic or if her life had been hard and crazy. It probably had been if she was the type of girl to get wasted, marry a stranger and follow him home. Amelia couldn't really judge, she had very little life experience of this dimension at least but she could empathize with a lot of fictional characters. Real life people were harder, she didn't have access to their inner monologs. "Good," she said. "No Cherries." She didn't really know what else to say so she straightened up in that way that said she was about to head off. "I'll let you get back to it," she said and no, she didn't really have any more idea of how to feel about this very sudden and random addition to the family but she wasn't quite as eager to hate her after actually meeting her.
It was a slightly abrupt end to a brief conversation, but Shan was honestly okay with that. She’d talked to so many people tonight and she was getting tired and ready to go home. Realistically, Caden was almost as much of a stranger as the rest of these people, but she still felt more comfortable with him, like he was more on her level. Maybe that was dumb of her, but whatever. She’d chatted and made nice, she’d eaten, and now she just wanted to be back in their own space, preferably fucking. “Okay,” she said to Lyra, giving the girl a small half-smile. “Nice to meet you, Lyra. Take it easy.”