Cookies 'n' Cream 19, FOTD: Thursdays
Title: Thursdays
Main Story: In The Heart and Polyfaceted
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cookies 'n' cream 19 (serve), FOTD (farouche: sullenly unsociable or shy, fierce), milkshake, chopped nuts (Aaron is a sociopath), fresh peaches (It has been difficult for you to find satisfaction within the realm of the known world lately, but today offers you a journey into another perception, one that's intangible and unreal), sprinkles (Jenny), malt (Summer Challenge 115: an minor or outsider character witnesses some measure of an interaction between two or more main characters and notices something's wrong before they do.)
Word Count: 410
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Jenny really hates working Thursdays.
Notes: Written for the headpeople prompt meme. Thanks to Sara for the prompt, permission to post it, and some of Maria's lines. Same AU as Difference.
Jenny wasn't even supposed to be in on Thursdays.
She was going to kill Brian, she thought grimly, wiping down the bar in front of her. Bastard no-showed, didn't even bother to call out, and the manager called her in, because oh, of course Jenny'll be free! Jenny has no social life, after all. Jenny's a nice girl and always says yes.
Well, this was the last time, she told herself. This was the last fucking time. She was never covering Brian's sorry ass again, she was never letting the manager walk all over her again, and she was especially never working Thursdays again, because Thursdays were when the creepy twins came in.
They weren't actually twins. Jenny didn't even think they were related. One, the guy, was tall and lean, rather scruffy and as whitebread as they came; the girl was slender and dark, Italian or maybe Hispanic. They hung out on 'their' stools at the end of the bar, drinking not very much and talking all night in low tones. Whenever Jenny or anyone else came down by their end of the bar, they'd stop, and stare coolly at whoever it was until the interloper left.
Which was why, even though it was packed in here, there was always a little circle of space at the end of the bar, around those two.
Which was fine with Jenny. She'd heard too much already, getting within earshot but not close enough that they saw her.
"...doesn't clean up blood well enough, and I don't like the smell of the stronger stuff. Dead giveaway. So I..."
"...not with rapists. That's just disgusting. I only..."
"...for fuck's sake, I said, I'm not going to hurt you, and I didn't, did I? It's not like..."
"... angling's so cute! Like a fingerpainting. When are you going to join the grownups and..."
Jenny did have to admit that the last one wasn't that creepy, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the first word had actually been 'strangling.'
Brian said that Creepy Twin #2, the guy, had told him that the twins were horror writers. He'd said that they liked to swap interesting factoids they'd picked up in research.
It didn't, in Jenny's opinion, make them any less creepy.
Fuck Brian anyway, she thought, and moved further away from the twins before she polished a hole in the countertop. Let him deal with the creepy twins. She was never covering for him again.
Main Story: In The Heart and Polyfaceted
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Cookies 'n' cream 19 (serve), FOTD (farouche: sullenly unsociable or shy, fierce), milkshake, chopped nuts (Aaron is a sociopath), fresh peaches (It has been difficult for you to find satisfaction within the realm of the known world lately, but today offers you a journey into another perception, one that's intangible and unreal), sprinkles (Jenny), malt (Summer Challenge 115: an minor or outsider character witnesses some measure of an interaction between two or more main characters and notices something's wrong before they do.)
Word Count: 410
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: Jenny really hates working Thursdays.
Notes: Written for the headpeople prompt meme. Thanks to Sara for the prompt, permission to post it, and some of Maria's lines. Same AU as Difference.
Jenny wasn't even supposed to be in on Thursdays.
She was going to kill Brian, she thought grimly, wiping down the bar in front of her. Bastard no-showed, didn't even bother to call out, and the manager called her in, because oh, of course Jenny'll be free! Jenny has no social life, after all. Jenny's a nice girl and always says yes.
Well, this was the last time, she told herself. This was the last fucking time. She was never covering Brian's sorry ass again, she was never letting the manager walk all over her again, and she was especially never working Thursdays again, because Thursdays were when the creepy twins came in.
They weren't actually twins. Jenny didn't even think they were related. One, the guy, was tall and lean, rather scruffy and as whitebread as they came; the girl was slender and dark, Italian or maybe Hispanic. They hung out on 'their' stools at the end of the bar, drinking not very much and talking all night in low tones. Whenever Jenny or anyone else came down by their end of the bar, they'd stop, and stare coolly at whoever it was until the interloper left.
Which was why, even though it was packed in here, there was always a little circle of space at the end of the bar, around those two.
Which was fine with Jenny. She'd heard too much already, getting within earshot but not close enough that they saw her.
"...doesn't clean up blood well enough, and I don't like the smell of the stronger stuff. Dead giveaway. So I..."
"...not with rapists. That's just disgusting. I only..."
"...for fuck's sake, I said, I'm not going to hurt you, and I didn't, did I? It's not like..."
"... angling's so cute! Like a fingerpainting. When are you going to join the grownups and..."
Jenny did have to admit that the last one wasn't that creepy, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the first word had actually been 'strangling.'
Brian said that Creepy Twin #2, the guy, had told him that the twins were horror writers. He'd said that they liked to swap interesting factoids they'd picked up in research.
It didn't, in Jenny's opinion, make them any less creepy.
Fuck Brian anyway, she thought, and moved further away from the twins before she polished a hole in the countertop. Let him deal with the creepy twins. She was never covering for him again.