Small-Town Life
Work is for morons and losers
A/n: some how I feel this got more confusing oh well I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the InuYasha characters, yet! But I do own this fic if that's counts for anything. :: Interrogator shakes head no:: Oh. Well I think it should, it does! :: Kicks him in the shin and runs away laughing::
"People are good at heart, that's what they keep telling me. I want to believe it but something deep down just won't let me. Someone prove me wrong for doubting. Its human nature shows compassion right? Where is it then? Why is it always locked away and only comes with stipulations? How can things be so wrong if your hearts in the right place? Someone will always come forward and set things right and in the end it's okay because your heart was in the right place and that's what really matters. -Kagome
"Morning Sango," Ayame threw up her hand in a lack luster gesture as she removed her tan suede jacket and held the door open for her accomplices.
"Lemme guess, Kikyo and cab again?" Sango tossed a nametag in each of the girls' direction while leaning on the blue, green, and brown speckled bar and blowing a bubble in her hot pink bubblegum.
"How could you guess? It was only the fifth time thins month." Kagome sighed tossing her handbag behind the counter and taking out a stick of gum and her usual notepad and bright pink pencil from the cash register. Ayame went back into the kitchen returning with a rag and a bucket of warm lemony fresh soapy water and began wiping off tables as Kagura reached into her purse and retrieved a cordless hairdryer and began drying off flopping down in one of the booths closest to the door.
"Everyday the same thing," She sighed. "You'd have to be nuts to do this all your life."
"Oh that reminds me," Sango perked up a bit from her drab previous expression. "I got you guys a gig at this night club downtown the owner seemed almost to happy to let you guys in."
"Our quaint little garage band? Really how much did you pay him off this time o mighty manager?" Ayame rolled her eyes and continued her current task.
"No really he wanted you guys. Tonight at eight 'o'clock sharp, the guys name Miroku call'em if you don't believe me." Sango tossed a business card across the table Kagura was sitting at and flipped the brightly colored sign on the door over to "open". Kagome snatched up the card before Kagura could even make a move towards it.
"The all nighterz club, featuring the newest local bands of up state New York. For Manager or appointments call, 1-555-6nightr (155-664-4487) ask for Miroku. Ladies use my cell 333-4562 call anytime." Kagome raised an eyebrow.
"Okay," Ayame finished the tables and took a notebook and blue fuzzy pen out of her back pocket. "So the guys a little shall we say preoccupied? I'm sure he's ok right?"
"I'd say more on the eccentric side." Kagome flashed a phony smile and started a pot of coffee.
"Hello perv!" Kagura threw up her hand in disbelief and went back into the kitchen.
"Well Nothing at all is not exactly a big time band so we can't be choosey." Ayame popped a piece of gun into her mouth. And stuck her pen into the ponytail on the left hand side of her head and took a seat at the bar waiting for the first customers of the day.
"Yes I'll be working tomorrow, good night" Kagome sarcastically smiled pulling the door closed behind the last few people leaving the diner.
"What a day my feet are killing me." Ayame kicked off her shoes and sunk into booth with a window. "Damn truckers my ass feels like I sat on a rosebush." She popped a wintogreen lifesaver into her mouth and slumped down crunching away and closing her eyes.
"You think we'd be used to it by now." Kagura sighed slipping into her jacket and throwing on her purse.
"We'd better get moving if we want to have time to changed and get warmed up before eight." She glance down at her gold wristwatch and stepped out side into the cold crisp night air.
"Sango We'll see you there, I'm locking the door kay?" Ayame called to no answer pulling out a small key ring and closing the door to the diner and locking it with a small click.
"I'll get the cab this time." Kagome pulled her jacket tight around her and looking down at Ayame's stocking feet. "Aren't you going to put your shoes back on?"
"Nope." Ayame smiled sincerely for the first time all day and laughed a little creating a small puff of smoke from her warm breath. "Finally the load of work is off my shoulders, now lets go out and have some fun tonight girls!" She twirled around loosing her balance and stumbling in a rather large crack in the sidewalk falling into a stranger's outstretched arms.
"You know you really should be more careful." A Black-haired, Blue- eyed eighteen-year old boy smiled down at Ayame. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail that trailed down to about his shoulder blades. He was dressed in all black, baggy pants and a half tucked in shirt that hung out in the front right side, all accented with a studded-pyramid belt and a thick silver chain that hung loosely from his left pocket. Ayame stared momentarily into his sweet smile then pulled away suddenly.
"What are you my mother?" Ayame snapped standing up on her own and putting up a defensive front.
"I'd love to stay and chat but I'm kinda running late." He laughed a little to himself and hopped into the cab that Kagome had just got to pull over. "Later chicks," He threw a hand out the window to wave good-bye.
"I'd say he likes you Ayame." Kagura tried to hold back uproarious laughter behind her left hand.
"He just, that guy, there's now way were going to make it in time." Kagome threw up her hands in disbelief and sighed. "At least someone got something out of the deal." She shot a glance at Ayame who was now red as a tomato, parity from embarrassment, the rest from anger.
"You think me and that ugly retard have a chance." Ayame clenched her fist and seethed through her teeth.
"He was kinda cute." Kagura pointed out thinking it over herself.
"And he did seem really sincere." Kagome nudged Ayame who turn and even deeper red.
"Agh, you guys are ridiculous! I can't believe you! We're about to miss the only decent gig we've had in weeks and here you are discussing my love life!" Ayame huffed out to the cub screaming "Taxi!" and throwing up a hand receiving attention immediately.
"Man she's scary when she's mad." Kagura whispered to Kagome as they got into the cab.
"You should've seen her when she was eight and I broke her music box. Kagome retuned smiling as she entered the cab as to not piss Ayame off anymore than she already was.
"Where to ladies?" An eighteen-year-old boy questioned smiling a bit and looking the rearview mirror of the cab. He wore all black as well and looked a little to well made to be a cab driver. Black Dickies, a long sleeve starched shirt, and a leather vest, all blended with his jet back hair and brought out the color of his golden eyes.
"Uh, umm were going to-to-to uh" Kagome stuttered blushing a little until elbowed hard in the ribs by Ayame and gave a pressing look from Kagura. "Half past eighteen and hot, I mean west. Just drop us off at two thousand twenty-one smile, uh Sachelton." Kagome sighed blushing again.
"Whatever you say cutie" He smiled again and the slightest hint of crimson was seen on his cheeks.
"You totally blew it." Ayame laughed a bit and passed out a round of lifesavers.
"Well at least how I did is the least of your worries, how about how are we going to play looking like this and with no instruments." Kagome looked down at her watch, "Its seven-forty-five right now"
"We'll pull something, we always do" Kagura smiled half heartily at her own slightly misleading words.
"We'll this is it" Ayame looked at the in window as the pulled to a stop, as she paid the cab driver. "Keep the change," Kagome smiled wink on her way out.
"Where's my change?" Ayame held her hand out to Kagome as the cab sped off.
"Uh," Kagome laughed nervously. "We better hurry inside its tacky to be late." She walked towards a dingy purple and black building with a flashing neon sign, The all Nighterz.
A/n: You like? I hope so. Well R&R Yagate!
Work is for morons and losers
A/n: some how I feel this got more confusing oh well I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the InuYasha characters, yet! But I do own this fic if that's counts for anything. :: Interrogator shakes head no:: Oh. Well I think it should, it does! :: Kicks him in the shin and runs away laughing::
"People are good at heart, that's what they keep telling me. I want to believe it but something deep down just won't let me. Someone prove me wrong for doubting. Its human nature shows compassion right? Where is it then? Why is it always locked away and only comes with stipulations? How can things be so wrong if your hearts in the right place? Someone will always come forward and set things right and in the end it's okay because your heart was in the right place and that's what really matters. -Kagome
"Morning Sango," Ayame threw up her hand in a lack luster gesture as she removed her tan suede jacket and held the door open for her accomplices.
"Lemme guess, Kikyo and cab again?" Sango tossed a nametag in each of the girls' direction while leaning on the blue, green, and brown speckled bar and blowing a bubble in her hot pink bubblegum.
"How could you guess? It was only the fifth time thins month." Kagome sighed tossing her handbag behind the counter and taking out a stick of gum and her usual notepad and bright pink pencil from the cash register. Ayame went back into the kitchen returning with a rag and a bucket of warm lemony fresh soapy water and began wiping off tables as Kagura reached into her purse and retrieved a cordless hairdryer and began drying off flopping down in one of the booths closest to the door.
"Everyday the same thing," She sighed. "You'd have to be nuts to do this all your life."
"Oh that reminds me," Sango perked up a bit from her drab previous expression. "I got you guys a gig at this night club downtown the owner seemed almost to happy to let you guys in."
"Our quaint little garage band? Really how much did you pay him off this time o mighty manager?" Ayame rolled her eyes and continued her current task.
"No really he wanted you guys. Tonight at eight 'o'clock sharp, the guys name Miroku call'em if you don't believe me." Sango tossed a business card across the table Kagura was sitting at and flipped the brightly colored sign on the door over to "open". Kagome snatched up the card before Kagura could even make a move towards it.
"The all nighterz club, featuring the newest local bands of up state New York. For Manager or appointments call, 1-555-6nightr (155-664-4487) ask for Miroku. Ladies use my cell 333-4562 call anytime." Kagome raised an eyebrow.
"Okay," Ayame finished the tables and took a notebook and blue fuzzy pen out of her back pocket. "So the guys a little shall we say preoccupied? I'm sure he's ok right?"
"I'd say more on the eccentric side." Kagome flashed a phony smile and started a pot of coffee.
"Hello perv!" Kagura threw up her hand in disbelief and went back into the kitchen.
"Well Nothing at all is not exactly a big time band so we can't be choosey." Ayame popped a piece of gun into her mouth. And stuck her pen into the ponytail on the left hand side of her head and took a seat at the bar waiting for the first customers of the day.
"Yes I'll be working tomorrow, good night" Kagome sarcastically smiled pulling the door closed behind the last few people leaving the diner.
"What a day my feet are killing me." Ayame kicked off her shoes and sunk into booth with a window. "Damn truckers my ass feels like I sat on a rosebush." She popped a wintogreen lifesaver into her mouth and slumped down crunching away and closing her eyes.
"You think we'd be used to it by now." Kagura sighed slipping into her jacket and throwing on her purse.
"We'd better get moving if we want to have time to changed and get warmed up before eight." She glance down at her gold wristwatch and stepped out side into the cold crisp night air.
"Sango We'll see you there, I'm locking the door kay?" Ayame called to no answer pulling out a small key ring and closing the door to the diner and locking it with a small click.
"I'll get the cab this time." Kagome pulled her jacket tight around her and looking down at Ayame's stocking feet. "Aren't you going to put your shoes back on?"
"Nope." Ayame smiled sincerely for the first time all day and laughed a little creating a small puff of smoke from her warm breath. "Finally the load of work is off my shoulders, now lets go out and have some fun tonight girls!" She twirled around loosing her balance and stumbling in a rather large crack in the sidewalk falling into a stranger's outstretched arms.
"You know you really should be more careful." A Black-haired, Blue- eyed eighteen-year old boy smiled down at Ayame. His hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail that trailed down to about his shoulder blades. He was dressed in all black, baggy pants and a half tucked in shirt that hung out in the front right side, all accented with a studded-pyramid belt and a thick silver chain that hung loosely from his left pocket. Ayame stared momentarily into his sweet smile then pulled away suddenly.
"What are you my mother?" Ayame snapped standing up on her own and putting up a defensive front.
"I'd love to stay and chat but I'm kinda running late." He laughed a little to himself and hopped into the cab that Kagome had just got to pull over. "Later chicks," He threw a hand out the window to wave good-bye.
"I'd say he likes you Ayame." Kagura tried to hold back uproarious laughter behind her left hand.
"He just, that guy, there's now way were going to make it in time." Kagome threw up her hands in disbelief and sighed. "At least someone got something out of the deal." She shot a glance at Ayame who was now red as a tomato, parity from embarrassment, the rest from anger.
"You think me and that ugly retard have a chance." Ayame clenched her fist and seethed through her teeth.
"He was kinda cute." Kagura pointed out thinking it over herself.
"And he did seem really sincere." Kagome nudged Ayame who turn and even deeper red.
"Agh, you guys are ridiculous! I can't believe you! We're about to miss the only decent gig we've had in weeks and here you are discussing my love life!" Ayame huffed out to the cub screaming "Taxi!" and throwing up a hand receiving attention immediately.
"Man she's scary when she's mad." Kagura whispered to Kagome as they got into the cab.
"You should've seen her when she was eight and I broke her music box. Kagome retuned smiling as she entered the cab as to not piss Ayame off anymore than she already was.
"Where to ladies?" An eighteen-year-old boy questioned smiling a bit and looking the rearview mirror of the cab. He wore all black as well and looked a little to well made to be a cab driver. Black Dickies, a long sleeve starched shirt, and a leather vest, all blended with his jet back hair and brought out the color of his golden eyes.
"Uh, umm were going to-to-to uh" Kagome stuttered blushing a little until elbowed hard in the ribs by Ayame and gave a pressing look from Kagura. "Half past eighteen and hot, I mean west. Just drop us off at two thousand twenty-one smile, uh Sachelton." Kagome sighed blushing again.
"Whatever you say cutie" He smiled again and the slightest hint of crimson was seen on his cheeks.
"You totally blew it." Ayame laughed a bit and passed out a round of lifesavers.
"Well at least how I did is the least of your worries, how about how are we going to play looking like this and with no instruments." Kagome looked down at her watch, "Its seven-forty-five right now"
"We'll pull something, we always do" Kagura smiled half heartily at her own slightly misleading words.
"We'll this is it" Ayame looked at the in window as the pulled to a stop, as she paid the cab driver. "Keep the change," Kagome smiled wink on her way out.
"Where's my change?" Ayame held her hand out to Kagome as the cab sped off.
"Uh," Kagome laughed nervously. "We better hurry inside its tacky to be late." She walked towards a dingy purple and black building with a flashing neon sign, The all Nighterz.
A/n: You like? I hope so. Well R&R Yagate!