No, I don't want to see the backseat of your car.
WHO: Roma and Emi
WHEN: August 16th, Monday night
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: Someone doesn't know the meaning of "personal bubbles." Or understand proper employer-employee etiquette.
Rating: R for Roma's stupidity (and violence against nice cars).
She had wound up working another double shift to make up for leaving early the day of the concert. Which, if Emi thought about it, wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that her idiot boss had decided to drop by after being absent for some (once peaceful) months now. And being that it was currently time to close up the restaurant, Emi was stuck with Roma and only one or two lingering employees.
Fuck, maybe she shouldn't have agreed to stay so late.
Sidestepping one of her co-workers as they were busy wiping up one of the last few tables, Emi all but hurried to the back room to grab her things. The faster she did that, the sooner she'd be home and far away from that perverted moron.
But, of course, luck wasn't on her side as she wound up face-to-face with the grinning fool as soon as she had stepped out of the employee lounge with her bag.
Fuck.
"Excuse me," she muttered, attempting to get around the man.
WHEN: August 16th, Monday night
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: Someone doesn't know the meaning of "personal bubbles." Or understand proper employer-employee etiquette.
Rating: R for Roma's stupidity (and violence against nice cars).
She had wound up working another double shift to make up for leaving early the day of the concert. Which, if Emi thought about it, wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that her idiot boss had decided to drop by after being absent for some (once peaceful) months now. And being that it was currently time to close up the restaurant, Emi was stuck with Roma and only one or two lingering employees.
Fuck, maybe she shouldn't have agreed to stay so late.
Sidestepping one of her co-workers as they were busy wiping up one of the last few tables, Emi all but hurried to the back room to grab her things. The faster she did that, the sooner she'd be home and far away from that perverted moron.
But, of course, luck wasn't on her side as she wound up face-to-face with the grinning fool as soon as she had stepped out of the employee lounge with her bag.
Fuck.
"Excuse me," she muttered, attempting to get around the man.