AN: Hi again!
And so begins the second part to this tale, and Athaya's adventures continue when she's now 24 years old, somewhere in the middle of Season Two. Getting this off the ground might be a little dull, but I'll try and get to the action as soon as I can! There are just a few things I need to set up first! This one's a short chapter, but I might upload another one later :)
Living:
Chapter One:
~Present Day~
'Hey sweetheart, over here.'
Athaya inwardly sighed. Working at a bar as a waitress wasn't exactly what she'd thought was awaiting her when Crowley sent her on her way eight years ago. True, it was only temporary, but…she did what she had to do.
She plastered on a fake smile and walked to the bar until she came to where the voice had come from, silently cursing the low-cut top that was part of her waitress attire. The balding man at the table smiled and his eyes drifted downwards.
'Hey. I've got a lot of people to serve. Do you want something or not?' Over the past eight years, Athaya's accent had now perfected. You'd never be able to tell she was originally Australian. Only when she was truly concentrating would you catch a glimpse of the young girl from the Sunshine coast.
At the moment, Athaya didn't have time to play along with the man's game. Usually she'd smile and ignore him before continuing about her business, but today she didn't have the patience. She had other work to do after her shift ended.
The man's gaze lifted to her face and he smirked. 'I'll grab a bowl of chips and today's special.'
I'll make it real special. With poison, perhaps. But all she said was: 'Will there be anything else?'
'I can think of a few things.' The man grinned suggestively and Athaya rolled her eyes.
'Hey, back of buddy.' Interjected a voice gently from the seat next to Athaya. She turned to see a handsome young man nursing a beer, smiling good-naturedly at Athaya and the guy she was taking an order from. 'Give her some space,' he added.
'What are you gonna do about it?' The man next to Athaya said and she sensed an incoming fight.
Well. She felt it.
'Hey. Break it up, guys. I'm just here to take your orders.' She turned to the balding man and pointed at him. 'You, I'm done with. Your meal will be here shortly.' The man frowned and waved his hand like she wasn't worth the bother and Athaya rolled her eyes. Then she turned to the other man and frowned. 'And you. I need this job. Don't jeopardise it, alright? I can handle myself.'
He grinned. 'I bet you can.' Seconds later he realised that was the wrong thing to say. 'Sorry. I can see you're a perfectly capable woman. I was just trying to lend a hand.'
Athaya's tone softened. She felt he was being genuine. 'It's okay. I'm fine, really.' She tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear. 'Is there anything I can get you?'
'Uh, yeah. Could I grab the – uh,' he glanced up at the menu and scanned it briefly. 'The chef's special burger? Actually, make that two.'
'Is that all?'
'That's all I need, thanks.'
'I'll bring it out shortly.' Athaya scribbled down the two orders and walked away, heading for the kitchen. It had been nice for the guy to try and intervene, but she really needed the job.
It was the only way she could get close to the spirit.
AN: Soooooo. What do you think? It's got a completely different feel to the previous part in Athaya's life, I know, but she's still the same person, just with a little more experience and an interesting job. I'll upload the next chapter soon, coz this one's a shortie!
Xxx
~Fen~