Once and Again || Dylan and Cecile
[cecileortiz:]
Her eyebrows raised at the mention of Jamie, but she was happy to be have been staring at the television. “I-I dont know. Her dad is into politics and her whole family is kind of in the spotlight right now. I don’t think they’d want someone like me hanging around their campaign. Someone might realize they have a Brigid Boy working with them and then there goes the election for her dad. I wouldn’t want to do that.” Leave it to Cecile to always think of the worst possible outcome.
“I think a receptionist would be okay. You just answer phones and stuff. I’d probably suck as a waitress. I’d forget people’s order or give them the wrong order and I think the last place I’d want to do that is at a bar where people can have too much to drink and can get angry easily.” Cecile laughed softly. “I’d also suck as a stripper.” She patted her stomach. “Don’t exactly got a stomach like yours.”
“I tried some corner stores, but, there’s only a couple I can choose from.” Some she had stole from and couldn’t exactly go back there and even though they may not know she did it, it would feel weird to work where you once stole or where you continue to do so.
“Ohh, so he’s a politics guy. Weird, you’d think he’d be cool with the Boys considering his daughter hangs out almost exclusively with them. What do I know about dads though, right? I never really knew mine.”
He snagged an egg roll and munched on it thoughtfully before saying, “You know, you really don’t give yourself enough credit, Cecile. Not saying you should be a stripper or anything-- trust me, it sucks, but you’re real pretty and real smart. I kinda feel like you could do anything you set your mind to, you know? I mean, maybe I don’t know shit. I’m a college dropout and all... but come on, girl, you gotta flaunt a little more confidence. That’ll get you way further than any resume or anything. Know your worth.”
He tossed aside the now empty beer can and dug another one out of the box. They were already almost gone, which explained why his words were starting to slur a little. “What do you really wanna do with your life anyway? What’s your ultimate goal?”
