RP: Will work for a pay-check! Who: Rose & Lisa When: Monday 24. April, early afternoon Where: V-Bar What: Rose is coming out of her sulk Warnings: Language
If asked, Rose would claim that she didn’t sulk or mope. She took every obstacle with her head held high and a battle cry on her lips, because she knew she could do anything she set her mind to and she didn’t need anybody’s help… least of all her parents. Then some Muggle ass-wipes had lend too much money to some Muggle ass-hats which had sent the Muggle economy crashing which had made the Goblins worry and bring in an efficiency consultant who had determined that at 25, Rose was the female employee most likely to fall pregnant thus making her one of the easiest to cut in order to brace for the impact of the Muggle recession.
Fucking Goblins and stupid fucking efficiency consultants.
Even Rose had to admit that for the past month there hadn’t been much straight about her back and her head hadn’t been held particularly high. She might even go as far as admitting that she had actually been sulking…
But no more! No, today was the day she needed to move on. Rolf had suggested working freelance, but that hadn’t felt right. She loved Cursebreaking, but right now that loss was still too tender and she needed to do something completely different – preferably something that would make her parents squirm even more. The only place she could think of that would do that – and where she would actually enjoy working – was V-Bar.
Pushing herself up onto one of the stools by the bar, Rose waited until Lisa showed up and greeted her with a beaming smile. Maybe hiding away had been a mistake? Oh well, she was fixing that now. Hopefully.