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 Only The Good Die Young [ Jacob ]
TAKORI RIVERA
 Posted: Jun 26 2014, 11:24 PM
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It's official; Kori HATED her job today. In all honesty, she never had really minded the grueling hours of waitressing. She quite enjoyed meeting all the new people and old friends. However, today, a rude couple had came in earlier and made fun of her accent, complaining that "all those damn immigrants are taking over our jobs and all the true Americans were forced to collect food stamps and live in the trash." She managed to keep her tongue for all about five minutes before she blew up on the couple, which resulted in a lengthy conversation with her manager about ignoring rude customers and keeping up appearances, causing her to be in a sour mood. All she wanted was for her shift to end; she felt as if she had been there for hours.

The Filipino glanced at the clock. It was only 8:30pm, she noted after deciphering the two different hands on the clock (Really, why did they still have such a clock? Everyone uses digital clocks nowadays). God, she still had thirty minutes left of this stupid shift. Annoyed, she continued to watch the clock. Why did they call those arrows "hands" anyway? They looked nothing like hands. Honestly, she had thought she had met the stupidest people before, but the person who called those "hands" most definitely took the cake.

She hovered around her section, taking a few more orders with a forced smile and stiff back, debating whether or not to even finish her shift and clock out early to call it a night. It wasn't like the manager was going to fire her. She gave him weed every week. He wouldn't risk throwing that away by doing something silly and kicking her out. Huffing as she put in yet another order for a bud light (The man's fourth that night, if she might add. He seemed to be getting a little drunk and she figured she should refuse him the right to drink, but it seemed like such a stupid and unfair decision. If he wanted to drink, let him drink. Wasn't her life he was ruining), Kori wished whimsically for a hit of anything she could get her hands on. She hadn't done any sort of drug for about four hours, and she was starting to get antsy. She grumbled to herself and cleaned a table instead. Too bad she needed to job, or else she probably would have just quit that night (Well, probably not, but she wanted to do something irrational and that seemed like the best option at the moment).
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JACOB M. HARVEY
 Posted: Jun 29 2014, 09:10 PM
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AT WAR WITH YOURSELF

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Why was he here again?

Jacob had never enjoyed stuff like this. Stuff where you were supposed to like, dance inappropriately and everyone drank lots of alcohol and yelled really loudly and the speakers were too obnoxious to even like, let someone appreciate the music. Jacob always enjoyed dancing; he’d taken ballroom dancing lessons all through high school, and loved the sensation of moving in perfect synchronization with someone else. Also, let’s be real, Jacob was pretty physically coordinated. Like, he had some smooth moves. Girls at Barrie’s ballroom dancing parties were always all over him.

But what was even going on in this smoky little room? Was this even dancing? How could you describe this like, weird way of rubbing yourself against someone else that all these people seemed to be doing as dancing? Dancing was beautiful and elegant, not…primal like this. God, this was so gross. Why was he even here? He had so much homework he needed to be doing. Fuck, he was wasting a perfectly good Saturday night, probably like, six or seven solid hours of work, down the drain. He hated himself so much. Literally.

But he was here anyway, because he’d literally run out of other things to do to procrastinate on his computer science homework (which was DUE IN FORTY-SEVEN HOURS HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT), and…well, maybe if he just kept making himself do stupid shit like this, he’d end up liking it like all of his guy friends.

God, the testosterone in here was stifling.

Humming Tchaikovsky’s 5th Symphony to himself to drown out this ridiculous loud drum thing that was supposed to be passing for music, Jacob began to wander around the outskirts of the club, dodging various making-out couples who popped up every few feet. Finally he found an empty table and sat down. Well, if he was going to be here all lame and by himself, at least he could look cool.

He motioned to the nearest waitress. ”Hi,” he said politely. ”Could I get a Diet Coke, please?” They had Diet Coke at clubs, right?

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 Posted: Aug 4 2014, 10:38 AM
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You saw all kinds of customers at Down the Rabbit Hole. They all had a place, their own niche. Bikers sat in the far right, the alcoholics sat right by the bar, and so on and so forth. That's why when this one particular customer asked for a diet coke, Kori, in her usual abrasive manner, piped out, "You don't usually come to places like this, do you?" She cocked her hip out and placed a hand on the table, leaning down and looking the man over. He was too clean cut, looked more like a "geek" than someone who belonged at a club. She poked at his face and hair, then straightened. "I can tell," she laughed. "This is probably your first time. You don't know where certain groups sit, your face is more baby faced, like you haven't grown up, and your hair is too well kept. What are you doin' here, babycakes?" She plopped in the seat across from him, settling herself in. It felt great to sit down. Gosh, why didn't she do that before? After a little scooting she found her preferred seat - her half laying in the both with her feet propped up under the table using the man's booth for support. "Sorry, hunnybun. I've been on my feet all day. I gotta relax." Kori took her hair out of her hairtie and let it fall around her shoulders, running through the tangles with her fingers until she was satisfied. "This feels great. So, babes. You gotta special someone you meetin' here or what? I've never seen ya here before and I can tell you've never been. Don't tell me that you're here to make a drug deal? You falling on the wrong side of the tracks now or what? It's alright sweetie, these lips ain't never tell no secrets." She made a big show of zipping her lips with an imaginary key and throwing it out, a big smile forming on her Filipino face. She may sound forward, and put people off with how she tends to speak her mind, but her eyes twinkled in a joking manner.
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