ɱɑʀiɛ (coveted) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-12-25 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | cohen wayland, zmarie roque |
my nerves take a tonic
Who: Marie and Cohen
What: Work times!
When: Christmas, yo??
Where: The Long Way Down
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
Marie didn't really mind working on Christmas. The holiday itself didn't do much for her (especially the religious connotations, not for a literal sect of demon), and she didn't get riled up by towering trees, glistening ornaments, and all that loud, spirited laughter that signaled the joy of the season. Meh. That was all. Just...meh. Maybe she was just comparing everything to New Orleans, the way the well-worn but hardy city was decked out in bows and lights, and the way the celebrations culminated with towering bonfires ablaze on the levees, ones that lit up the bayou on those few brisk nights. Nothing would compare to that, or the various dishes made with mirliton - a gourd that was used in a variety of ways; Marie preferred mixing the insides with crabmeat. She'd already had a clove break outside, chugged some water, and was saving her meal break for later (because staff meals during the holiday were really good) - her feet hurt, sure, but it wasn't too busy at the pub. At least not right now - the dinner rush would no doubt keep her busy. At the moment, she didn't have any drink orders but, regretfully, had to enlist the bartender's help with a situation. "One of our regulars came in around five and left her table but she hasn't come back yet," Marie explained, leaning against the bar. Lucky Cohen, this was going to be great. "Will you help me find her? I think she is in the bathroom." Cue up the 'Jaws' theme, because that never bode well. |