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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:03 pm
Truthfully, it had been more than a good incentive. Along with the agreement had come a limitless credit card which, despite his desire for a bit of freedom from his parents, he hadn't refused. When a waitress came over to greet them he held up two fingers, smiling politely. Following along behind toward the table. It was a booth, so he just slid into one side, and started to look over the desert menu which boasted over fifteen flavors of pie and cobbler.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:09 pm
Following the waitress to their table, she sat down on the other side across from Stephan. For a moment she was tempted to look at the dinner section, as she'd only had cold macaroni to eat that night, but then just turned the menu over to the desserts.
"I haven't been out to eat in forever," she commented as she looked through the list of pies. How could there be so many different flavors? "Cherry, blueberry, oreo, chocolate...damn. How am I ever going to just pick one? What do you think you're getting?"
Worse comes to worst, she'd just get the same thing. Right now her mind was having a battle between the oreo and the cherry. Chocolately goodness vs. fruity deliciousness. The battle was truly epic.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:25 pm
What was he going to have... After looking over the menu, only one thing really popped in his mind. "You know, I think I'll go for a traditional favorite. Spiced apple with vanilla ice cream. It was the only thing my mom cooked pretty well when I was a kid." Usually his mom hadn't done any cooking at all, at least not since they'd gotten a personal chef when he was five, but every holiday she'd make that pie.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:30 pm
In the end, chocolate won the battle. It was a bloody and ruthless win, but a victory nonetheless. She hardly ever indulged herself, so she figured she might as well tonight.
"Traditional favorites are always the best," she smiled. Memories of her own mother's cherry pie were still on her tongue. "However, that oreo pie is just calling to me. I think I'll get that. What about drinks?"
She knew the waitress would probably be coming by soon to ask.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:37 pm
"Can't go wrong with oreo," he laughed, "Drinks... Hmm. Well, I was thinking coffee. Strong and black. What about you?" Coffee would at least keep him awake on the drive back, and it would keep him in the right state of mind to remember to shut the door of his apartment this time. It was good to be talking to someone normal for the first time since he'd been here. And there was no sign of hyperactice toddlers popping out of nowhere, so this might actually be fun.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:42 pm
"Coffee sounds perfect," she replied. "Very strong and dark."
He liked it the same way she did. It was the only thing that kept her going into all hours of the night, and the only thing keeping her sane when Gavin decided to start running around at five in the morning.
"So, besides the responsibilities we have at the compound, what else do you do?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 2:57 pm
"Well, in all honestly," Stephan started, looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile, "Right now I just sit around and be lazy. I guess I'll try and get a job in a week or so, before I get bored." He didn't really need to, but it was a good way to spend his time. When the waitress came walking by, he stopped here and ordered a pot of strong coffee, figuring they'd probably go through more than two cups.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:07 pm
"Well, that makes sense if you just graduated not too long ago," she replied. "I've been out for a year, so I get to scrounge around for money to live. Writing freelance does not pay well, and published books stop bringing in a significant amount of money after a few months."
She would probably have to get a part-time job soon. Watching the waitress go by, she wondered if maybe she should try her hand at that. As she was slowly finding out, her parents were right in that she couldn't make a living doing what she was doing. She hadn't been lucky enough to get any recognition.
"What kind of job are thinking of looking for?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:22 pm
He shrugged, leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table, "To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I don't really need the money, so maybe I could find a gym around here to work at." Alright, so basically, he liked working out. He also liked watching women work out. So it seemed like a good idea. It didn't seem very likely that he'd find a place willing to hire him without any formal training.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:34 pm
The more he talked about his 'aspirations,' the more Remi thought he was turning out to be one of those people who didn't really do anything with their life. She almost wanted to tell him to get out and do something more worthwhile, but she hardly knew him and that would have been rude. Plus, she guessed the gyms did need employees.
"Well, you find something that you love. Otherwise, you get burned out and you start feeling miserable about yourself."
That was the one thing keeping her going at what she did. Despite all the hardships, she truly loved her career. Deep down, she even liked the uncertainty that came along with always seeming to be in debt.
"My mother always used to tell me to find what I like to do and figure out a way to make money doing it. So far I've found the 'what I like' part, just not the part about making money. Hopefully you'll have more luck than me."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:46 pm
Looking up at her, he couldn't help but force a smile, "Yeah, guess so. Wouldn't want to be a lump on society." Just then the waitress came back bearing a pot of piping hot coffee and two mugs, mumbling tired pleasantries as she set them down and headed back to the kitchen. "Not sure what I like doing though. Business is alright, it's just kind of frustrating," he admitted, though he certainly didn't want to disappoint his father.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 3:55 pm
((Editted all the chronologically displaced coffee drinking out ><. Now she can pour the coffee. Sorry about that.))
She poured herself a cup of cooking and took a long sip. Man that tasted good. Caffeine did wonders to the soul.
"I can imagine business being frustrating," she said, and then she smiled sheepishly. "As you can probably tell, I'm really not that good at dealing with people, which is why I changed my original course of study. I also didn't like the idea of having a boss breathing down my neck everyday. Well, now it's publishers and editors, but at least that's over the phone."
She could only imagine how tough the business industry was if she could hardly deal with an editor over the phone.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:05 pm
When she was done pouring, he took the pot and poured himself a mug nearly to the brim. It was strong, kind of biting, perfect. "You should try talking to my dad, he could make a glacier boil water. Real jerk, but he's good at what he does," he laughed, setting the mug down carefully, "I think I might try my hand at accounting for a while, on my own instead of with some company."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:12 pm
"I think I'll pass on that," she laughed. "I have the resilience of a wet noodle, and would probably cave in after the first five minutes."
It was true. She usually always just did what people told her to do. Her first sign of any kind of rebellion had been her hair, but that was more for practical purposes rather than showing off 'individuality.' While her mother mourned the loss of the long blonde hair Remi used to have, she was enjoying her much shorter morning preparations now that it didn't take an hour to get it fixed.
"Accounting should be an adventure," she smirked. "That's what my mother does. I remember she used to always come home complaining about how no one's keeping track of records or invoices, making her job even more difficult than it already was. That and the daily crises never seemed to end."
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 4:33 pm
"I've always kept pretty good records, for finances and that stuff. My dad used to make me write down every dollar I got in allowances," he mused, downing most of the coffee that remained, "I don't do it so much anymore, I just use my credit card for most things, but I don't think it would be so hard to remember." The waitress came by again, carrying with her a notepad. Smiling cheerfully, she pointed her pen at them, "And what can I get you two?"
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