Waffles wait for no man (OTA, tag Quinn)

[clreyes_fulhart]

[forward-dated to Monday AM

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[peanut_george]

George walked into the Waffle Place a little late but in a fairly good mood. She had spend the weekend enjoying a few good drinks and then watching bad horror movies well into Sunday. Moving to the back and putting on her half-apron, she poured herself a cup of coffee and went to bother Eric.

"'Morning Mr. Taylor. Enjoy your weekend?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

That got her a look under Coach's baseball cap. "Since when d'you call me Mr. Taylor?"

[peanut_george]

"Hey, I thought you would appreciate the professionalism." George gave him a smirk as she nursed her coffee. "Don't tell me some hooligans threw eggs at your door and put you in a bad mood."

[clreyes_fulhart]

So, sue Coach. He wasn't used to George being cheerful.

"No hooligans." Watching her from the corner of his eye, Eric took up a rag to wipe down the counter. "What'd you do this weekend?"

[seaturtleraft]

Jack ambled into the Waffle Place, looking around carefully. He had gone up and down various streets, trying to find a place which he found to be suitable to ask about a job. Jack was in need of money and a job, so he was told, was a way of acquiring it. Lured by the smell of sugar, he wandered in and approached the counter. "Good afternoon, sir," he said to the man there. "I was wondering whether this particular establishment has any employment opportunities?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

Eric was halfway to answering before he turned around and took in just who was asking.

Was there a sign on the Waffle Place that said "if you're not quite right, come on in"?

Warily, he answered, "... could always use another set of hands..."

[seaturtleraft]

Jack grinned and lifted his hands with a slight flourish of his wrist. "Well, it just so happens that I have hands, two in fact. Perhaps I might be of assistance?"

[clreyes_fulhart]

Ah, hell. Eric gave the guy his best withering Coach-stare. "We get here at 5 in the mornin', six days a week and work til about 2. Sunday's off. You got a problem gettin' here on time?"

[ifelt_fat]

Quinn was finally, reluctantly, starting to accept that she wasn't going to be going home anytime soon. She'd never had to get a job back home in Lima, the Cheerios always kept her too busy for that, but here she had nothing. She'd enrolled in the local school, because she was an A student and she couldn't let herself get behind, and now she needed to look for a job.

Pushing through the doors cautiously, she approached the man behind the counter with a slow, easy smile. "Excuse me. I was wondering if I might be able to pick up an application."

[clreyes_fulhart]

Looking up from where he was wiping down the counter, Coach gave the girl a once over. High-schooler. Good student. Yeah, he could tell these things. "What's your name?" He asked, adjusting his baseball cap.

[ifelt_fat]

This wasn't so hard, right? She could do this. Besides, nobody here knew her, really. She didn't have to pretend to be something she wasn't. Taking a step closer, she held her hand out to him. "Quinn. Quinn Fabray."

[clreyes_fulhart]

"Eric Taylor." And he took her hand and shook it. "You wanna work here, huh?" And he smiled a little bit. "You sure about that?"