So Kennedy had actually been bored enough that, when the chef made the bold and conciliatory move of offering to let her try her hand at cooking something today (it was a batch of hash browns, nothing difficult), she took the offer ( Read more... )

Kennedy didn't really care about the Super Bowl, except to check out the cheerleaders. Other than that, it was way too much testosterone for a self-respecting teenaged lesbian who was far too aware of her own sexual orientation to think she should tolerate ( Read more... )

Kennedy had made the mistake of leaving her MP3 player in the host's stand after her last shift, and the staff, fed up with her tendency to ignore customers and claim she hadn't noticed, had secretly swapped out all her music with Folger's crystals 80's bubblegum pop. Let's see if she notices ( Read more... )

The staff had been hoping the other guy would come back to work; sure, he'd been weird, with the stuffed animals and the constant humming and the being antsy and everything else, but at least he'd done work ( Read more... )

Kennedy was slouched in a chair by the host's podium again, earphones in her ears and punk music cranking loudly enough to be heard by passing staff who waited until they were out of visual range to roll their eyes and grumble about how she clearly had no work ethic ( Read more... )

When Kennedy had called home to tell her Watcher she had a job (her sister would laugh, which was lame, and her father would just grunt noncommittally, which was no fun) the news had been met with a spectacular fit of surprised choking ( Read more... )

Piper was a little distracted today thinking about her next doctor's appointment, but she had other things to keep her occupied today. Like the plans to get Wyatt and Isabel talking to each other. She knew things had gone badly the last time Isabel had stopped by the house, so she was determined to get them talking again ( Read more... )

Lana hadn't gotten down here last night after talking to Piper, so she was here now, daring the skies to rain on her. It was hazy and dark, but still dry at the moment even if the skies were threatening ( Read more... )

Faith and Giles had walked away from the block party, deciding instead to sit and talk quietly on the porch.

They both sat there now, talking and enjoying a drink.

[ooc: for the Elven one, and the Scoobies, mostly, but if anyone else would like to come join, feel free.]

Kennedy still wasn't doing so great at handling the idea of herself with a kid -- for all her cocky, got-it-together demeanor, she was still very much aware that she wasn't much more than a kid herself. (She steadfastly refused to believe she'd freak out whenever she finally got to actually face down a vampire or something else from one of her ( Read more... )