CHAPTER #2 GAS, PHONE, CASH, COOK AND CLEAN.
Luckily for us Soda knew where we could all get jobs. Bubbles got a job with Soda and his friend Steve at the DX gass station. Rikki got a job next dorr to that at a hair salon as a receptionist slash shampoo girl. Frankie got a job as a cashier at the supermarket down the road. And i got a job at the resturant behind the DX station. I was a prep cook slasl bus girl.
We were all getting paid pretty well, $7.50 an hour each. (A.N. I have no idea what the normal wages were back then, but this is what I'm making them okay?) That meant we'dand food, with some left over to do whatever with. Life couldn't get any better. Well it could, we could get a gig. But we weren't worried about that just yet. We still needed to make enough money to fix up the house and the car. Afterall, thats the whole reason we're here. becuase the car broke down just two blocks from our new home.
Conviniently we lived just a block away from the Curtis'. Which so happened to be where thier whole gang pretty much lived. It was cool. The only thing that sucked, were our hours. Bubbles and Frankie worked mornings, Rikki worked in the afternoon, and i worked at night. But we all had Saturdays and Sundays off. So we could practice and look for a gig then.
Our house was cool. It said three rooms in the ad, but there was a small backroom for storage that we converted into Bubbles' bedroom. So we all fit and had privacy. We started to hang out with the Curtis's gang, they were some pretty cool guys. I suppose I should finally get to the beggining of my story huh?
It all started the night Rikki came home from work bouncing off the walls in a good mood.
"I got us a gig! There's a club down the street that'll pay us if we're good enough! This saturday!" She screamed excitedly.
"No shit!" I called.
"I ain't joking. So this saturday we take our first step to fame!" Rikki called then did a sort of war cry.
We all started cheering with her. It was an odd sight to see. But thats how we were ya know?
"I'm gonna go invite the guys to see us play saturday!" Bubbles stated happily then ran out of the house.
"Shit! I'm gonna be late for work. I'll see you guys later!" I called out hopping out the door trying toget my shoe and shirt on as I went.
Work was so much better that day. I couldn't wait for saturday to come. I was pulled out of my thoughts though when my manager yelled at me for not paying attention.
"Yo! Tables twenty four and thirty ain't gonna clean themselves!" He called out.
"Huh? Yes sir. Sorry Mr.Smith." I said and hurried out with a bus bin.
As I was wiping down table thirty I felt someone grab my ass. I whiped around and almost slapped them, but had to restrain myself so as not to be fired on the spot. The guy was a soc, and to top it off he was drunk as hell.
"Nice body. You can clean my table anyday." He slurred and smiled.
"I wouldn't go ten feet near anything you've touched." I spat out.
The guy laughed, reached his arm around my waist and put his hand in the ass pocket of my pants, squeezed my cheek, then took his arm back and smiled.
"Keep the change hun." He winked and walked away.
"Whats going on here?" Mr.Smith asked, he had come around the cornr and saw the man pulling himself away from me.
"Nothing. Just leaving. Right sweet cheeks?" The soc winked at me again with a smile.
It took a minute, but my manager made him take a cab home and led me to the breakroom to sit down and have some coffee.
"You okay Mime? You look a little pale. What did that asshole do?" Mr.Smith asked calmly.
"I'm fine, just never had a guy grab my ass without permission and live to tell the tale." I smiled weakly.
"You can go home early if you need it." Mr.Smith said kindly.
Mr.Smith was a nice guy. One of the very few kind men left that isn't a stalker or all creepy. he had a family at home. I was hired becuase he said he trusted I woud do my job. He had a kid at home to. She came in once in a while when his wife was at work. Cute kid that rolled silverware for me.
"I'm fine, really. besides, the girls would kill me if I came home early over stupid shit like that. I'm not sick or anything. I'm fine." I laughed.
"Alright. if your sure. I want you to at least take a break, you've been working since you got here four hours ago. Drink some coffee, have a smoke, calm down for a minute, then back to work okay?" Mr.Smith smiled then left.
I ran a hand through my hair ams sighed. I reached for my smokes that were in the as pocket that I was groped in. I felt something like paper as well as my smokes. I pulled it out and set it on the table, lit my smoke then checked to see what it was, there were two pieces of paper/ one piece had the socs phone number on it, the other was...
"A fifty!" I said in shock and nearly fell out of my chair.
"They guy must have been to drunk to have noticed." I said quietly to myself.
I thought about it for a minute. Guys left here pretty drunk all the time during my shift. The waitresses never once complained about a lousy tipper. They probably never noticed how much money they were leaving. It seemed low, but we needed money. I decided to start wearing tight horts and tank tops to work. But before I could put this little plan into action i needed some guidance, so I called Bubbles form the pay phone in the break room and told her what happened and my plan.
"That's not bad. Maybe Rikki could get a job with you and do that too, or maybe I can. Soda told me today that they don't really need me." Bubbles said.
"It's up to you guys. We could fix up the car and the house sooner though." I said.
There was a moments silence then.
"Alright. I'll talk tothe girls about it. You ask your manager if they need anymore people ok? I'll see you later hun." Bubbles said.
"Alright. Later bubbles." I said and hung up the phone.
After clean up was all done and the resturant was closed and locked I rushed over to my manager to ask.
"We've got a waitress position open. Tell your friend that if she comes in with you tomorrow night then she's got a job." Mr.Smith smiled.
"Thanks. See ya later Mr.Smith." I smiled and started walking home.
"You sure you don't need a ride home?" Mr.Smith asked.
He was worried I might get jumped or hurt.
"Nah. It's cool, I live right up the road. I'll be fine." I called back.
"Alright, goodnight Mime." Mr.Smith waved and drove off.
He and I were the only ones that stayed for close up. I needed the hours and extra money, and he was the manager so he had to lock up. I walked home in silence. Just as my house was in sight I heard footsteps behind me. I looked back afraid it might be the soc from the resturant, but it was...
"Winston! You scared the living hell out of me!" I yelled at Dally.
"Sorry mime. What the hell are ya' doin' walkin' around alone this late?" Dally asked as he walked up to me.
"I'm on my way home from work. What the hell is your excuse?" I said smaking his arm.
Alot of the Curtis gang told me not to act this way to Dally. So from the moment I met him I treated him like I would any other person, like crap, until I get to know 'em. But now it was all in fun and he knew that.
"Headed over to the Curtis' house for a place to crash. My old man kicked me out of the house again." Dally said.
"You were stalking me you little liar." I said sarcastically.
"Yeah keep thinking that. So, you wokr this late all the time?" Dally asked now walking next to me.
"Yep, everyday excet for weekends." I said.
"Where? Want a smoke?" He asked offering me a lit cigarette which I took and thanked him.
"I'm a prep cook slash bud girl at Ring rose up the street." I said holding up a plastic bag with the resturant label on it.
"And you bring home food?" Dally asked.
"I made it so i trust it. Plus, we don't got alot for food money. And i get all the food I want at the end of the night. They make everything fresh the next morning, well, most everything. So whatever wasn't eaten is given to the employee's. Most of them won't take it so I do. the girls like it." I said.
"Not bad. I hear some shafy people go there at night and harasse the waitresses, but they leave big tips cuz thier drunker then shit." Dally said.
"Yeah I know. They also grop the bus girls. I had my as squeezed by a drunk. But he left me a fifty in my pocket." I sighed.
"You okay?" Dally asked.
"I'm fine. Just cuz i'm the youngest one don't mean I don't know how to handle myself. I'm not a baby. I what guys like, and they ain't gettin' it from me." I smiled.
Dally gave me a look that said I-think-your-just-putting-up-an-act.
"The girls don't worry about me, so niether should you. And i thought you were a cold hearted hard ass." I laughed.
"Yeah yeah, look i'll leave you off here. 'Night Mime." Dally said walking away.
"Night dally." I waved.
Dally had wlaked me all the way to my front porch, he went out of his way by ablock to get me here, but that was his choice not mine. I went inside and saw the house was dark. I left a note on bubbles night stand telling her to call in and quit then go back to sleep so that she could come to work with me at night. I then took a shower and managed to somehow make it to my bed before passing out dead tired.
So what do you think? Do you like it. I was thinking of possibly making some hook up's. but I don't know who to hook up with who. So i decided to let you guys decide. there won't be any parings for another two chapters. But I still would like some input on who you want paired off with who okay? Please review