Tiffany Maxwell doesn't give a fuck what you think (dirtyandsloppy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-14 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, carol danvers (captain marvel), tiffany maxwell |
Who: Tiffany & Carol
When: Today, Nov 14
Where: On the street
What: Bumping into each other, beginning a business relationship
Rating/Warning: PG, For Tiffany’s sailor mouth
Status: Complete
Tiffany was still without a job, which at this point officially sucked. Asking her mom for help with expenses the last thing she wanted to do--seriously, she preferred to die first. But what hurt just as much was cancelling her dance classes, which she was on her way back from doing just now. She couldn’t afford them, not when she needed to eat and pay for gas. It had gotten that bad.
Fuck. Her feet felt heavy, like she could barely lift them as she walked down the street. It wasn’t especially cold, but she hugged her chest anyway and looked like she was shivering. Coffee shops and bookstores passed her by, block by block. Without cash, they might as well have been empty shells, just like she felt right now.
Carol missed flying. Oh she still got to go up in her planes, but there was something about flying sans plane that felt so natural to her. But she’d promised, and barring an emergency, she was going to keep that promise. Because breaking it would kill her. She stuff her hands in pockets as she took a walk, trying to clear her head.
Seeing a familiar face was a shot in the arm. Tiffany wasn’t depressed--well, okay, she was, but not like before. Right now, she was more frustrated than anything else. Still, seeing Carol brought a quick grin to her lips. She jogged down the sidewalk. “Hey!”
“Oh, hey! How are you?” Carol slowed down so that Tiff could catch up to her, and smiled at her. She felt herself relax.
“Honestly, right now, kinda shitty,” Tiffany said. “I just had to drop all my dance classes for the rest of the winter.” She stuck out her tongue, as if to say Blah!, and rolled her eyes. “It’s only temporary, though. Until I can pay for them again.”
“I’m sorry. I know that has to be really hard. Is there anything I can do? I know some people, if you need work. It wouldn’t be glamorous work, but it would be work.”
“How unglamorous? I mean, my last job was as a personal assistant.” Off the record, she’d gotten fired for getting a little too personal with a lot of the staff.
“How good are you with paperwork and spreadsheets?” She asked.
Tiffany laughed pretty loudly. “Pretty fucking awesome. They were like, 99% of my job.”
“Well, I need someone to help manage my flight schedule. And the people I’m teaching. Fifteen an hour and free flight lessons?”
Tiffany felt a her eyes bulge. She was stunned. "Working for you? Seriously?" From her perspective, it actually did sound pretty glamorous.
“Yeah, why not? I seriously need the help.” And it got really lonely out at that hanger, most days. Even when she did have an influx of students. “I actually get a lot during the holidays. Gifts and all.”
“It’s okay that I don’t know anything about the business of flying?” The grin was returning to her face. Tiffany bounced on her heels.
“You’ll learn as we go,” Carol assured her. Tiff’s enthusiasm was infectious. “I’ll give you a list of the really important stuff.”
Tiffany pretty much couldn’t contain herself. She threw her arms around Carol. Just was just about ready to run back to the dance studio and tell them to cancel cancelling her classes. “Oh my god, I’m so glad I had that meltdown a few months ago just so that I met you.”
“Everyone needs a little meltdown every now and again,” she replied, hugging her tightly. “It’s something you need to allow for yourself.”
“Oh, hell… okay.” Tiffany took a deep breath and attempted to bring herself back down to earth. The flying would come later. Right now, she had so many questions, but the most important one was, “When do you want me to start?”
“When’s good for you? I was hoping next week. I need time to get everything into a sort of sense that works for someone who isn’t me.”
Tiffany shrugged. “I’m seriously free all the time now, so I can start whenever. Next week works. I’ll take some time to brush up on all my computer skills.” She was sort of joking about that, although she did want to make sure she hadn’t missed updates to any of the Office programs she’d probably be using. It felt like she’d been out of work for years, instead of just months.
“That works for me. Come on, I’ll buy you a coffee, we can chat while drinking. It’s cold.”