Brennan Gallagher | Acheron Parthenopaeus (apostolos) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-10-16 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | bren gallagher, tori middleton |
Who: Bren Gallagher and Tori Middleton
What: Fate is a fickle bitch.
When: Backdated to Friday, October 3rd, 10:15pm
Where: The Green Bean Café, New Haven, CT
Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete
During the week, Tori enjoyed the quick pace of her job. She didn’t mind the minor stress that came with too little workers and too many patrons: the rush before classes, in between classes, and the occasional business worker. But during those shifts, the day went by quicker and she didn’t think. Her only job was to count money or make lattes and cappuccinos -- repetitive bullshit that was so mindless she could do it in her sleep. Friday nights, however, were the slow nights and she ended up doing school work or texting under the counter.
But there was something about that night, it seemed slower than ever and she was on edge. Something was bothering Nick; he wanted her to leave and when she pointedly started ignoring him, she found herself in a battle of control. Whatever was bothering him, it was serious. And annoying, really annoying because really ...who could be worse than Nick. The only way she could think of to ease the tension, she summoned the dagger and reformed it to a penknife. She slipped it her boot, hooked on the inside lace and cool against her jeans. It was a distraction as she leaned over her book, eyes blurred against the definitions she was double checking.
“Hey, Tori, keep an eye on the bar. I’m gonna start cleaning up the floor.” She glanced up, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear and nodded,
“Okay,” and stepped between the register and the bar, just in time to hear the bell over the door ring. She flipped her book closed, pencil stuck between the pages and stood up, lips curving into the ghost of a smile. “Hey, can I get you something…”