Anita "Needy" Lesnicki (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} hellisagirl) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2009-12-26 23:20:00 |
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What: Distracting Needy at work. It's a slow night anyway. So open to anyone who works there, wants a drink, or wants to talk her into letting someone under twenty-one in there (especially since she is herself).
When: Saturday night.
Where: The Cross Town Tavern
Rating: TBD. But Needy curses.
It was another slow night at the bar and Needy was working. It wasn't as slow as it had been other times, but she wasn't even sure what was going on in town to make a bar slow on a Saturday night, but whatever it was, some part of her thanked it.
She sat in her chair by the door, feet propped up on the ledge of a nearby table, eyes on a tv across the room. If anyone came in the door they would have to walk right between Needy and the tv, so it wasn't like she was slacking on the job and letting people just wander in all willy-nilly like. Really, she was just hoping the time would speed up some so that she could head home soon. Or that, at the very least, she'd get to talk to someone she knew some, however vaguely it was that she knew them in the first place. That would pass the time alright.