“Ah– not from around here I see?” The girl’s smile grew bright, almost instantly noticing the confusion upon the stranger’s face and taking it for what she knew best. Pointing to the screen, she gave a shake of the head and looked back to the stranger. “Basically two teams trying to get a silly ball from each other – it’s on every Sunday or so but the loud ones will leave soon enough.”
Noticing the sudden shift, the dragoness gave a soft breath, switching her grip on the tray. “Oh that, ‘m not the one who does the hiring but, if you follow me, I’m sure I can pull my uncle off to the side for a bit to talk to ya’. He won’t do the talking out here – too much shouts to really talk about the simple things.” Twirling a bit on her toes, her nose twitched and she slowly walked towards the bar, knocking four times before getting the attention of the keeper, the blue green eyes of a tall man who gave his shift to another and turned out from the counter. “Gotta’ newcomer.” She slipped around the old man and gave a soft giggle. “Don’t worry dear, he won’t hurt’cha.”
“You want a job girly?” The older man gave a soft chuckle, hands motioning for the woman to follow. When she was closer, he opened a door, ushering in. “Go on girly, I don’t bite but the boys are being a bit loud.”
“Japan.”
It’s obvious in her features, her still prominent accent, the soft
transition between her words. She hasn’t lost the sound of her home,
though she hides it as much as she can. With bitten lip she remembers
it’s supposed to be secret, where she’s from. Her family in their
seclusion might not send out those to follow her, but there are whispers
around her family’s home of what they are. What they might be worth.
Or so she thinks, seclusion and suspicion a remnant of their teachings.
“But I was... sheltered, I guess you’d say.”
She might as well finish the explanation.
“Traditional.”
Certainly her family had traditions.
A nod is given--she hadn’t expected the younger girl to be the one hiring.
Still, she hadn’t known quite what to say. Give her a bit more time to warm
up; she was already relaxing amidst the rough atmosphere. Hands are no
longer clasped in front of her body, now hanging loosely by her sides instead.
Small smile that had bloomed gradually is now tinted down--while used to
being treated as young, being called ‘dear’ while lead while by a girl that,
while taller, was most definitely younger looking was a blow to her ego.
Traveling expenses hadn’t come free--her body was what footed those
bills, and being treated as a child gave those jobs a rather unsavory tinge.
It’s with a quiet and hidden pout that she follows and waits patiently for
the older man’s attention. A curious glance is given to the girl before
following and entering the room, allowing herself a brief grimace in the
time she was out of his view. --Girly. She hated that word. She’d been
called that by men before, and it hadn’t exactly been pleasant experiences.
Lips tightening, she wondered whether working here would work out. Maybe
she ought to keep looking for jobs elsewhere too, just in case--
“Yes. I’ve waitressed before, in Boston?”
Her sentence ends up sounding more like a question, tone tilting upwards.
It’s difficult to remember which city she actually waited tables on in, rather
than dancing on. Her preferred occupation--it was less work, more money.
Dangerous and skeevy at times, but the petite girl knew self-defense.
She clears her throat, a small quiet noise before continuing.
“And a few other places. So I have experience.”
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