At Le Nocturne
Luna had just finished explaining to her latest customer that no, Snorkack Lube did not smell like animal ("It says right there on the package, ma'am-- natural Snorkack scent: like carnations, but it lasts longer!") and was enjoying the small break, sipping at her tea, when she suddenly remembered that it was Terry's first day at work.
She picked up the phone and promptly unplugged it in her excitement. Letting loose a string of curse words that made the woman coming through the door blush ("Oh, bloody buggering Snortles!"), Luna finally managed to get it plugged in properly, and dialed Terry's number.
"Hi!" she exclaimed as soon as the phone clicked, and before he could say anything. "How's the job?"
She picked up the phone and promptly unplugged it in her excitement. Letting loose a string of curse words that made the woman coming through the door blush ("Oh, bloody buggering Snortles!"), Luna finally managed to get it plugged in properly, and dialed Terry's number.
"Hi!" she exclaimed as soon as the phone clicked, and before he could say anything. "How's the job?"