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astrocat · 09-13-2023, 09:19 PM

SPOILER!!: Tommy

Ashley Fox was working. Working meant finding a table somewhere, then writing or painting and continually ordering herself more snacks and drinks. She looked a little strange- each limb covered in purple and grey and blue tattoos, alternating between intense periods of work and intense periods of staring at the wall or doodling on the napkins- but at least she was happy. It wasn't hard to tell that she wasn't always in a good mood like this. But today she was very happy, and very productive. She was lost in a world of her own that nobody else could see.

She wandered to the counter again. "Hm. I've met you before," she noted absent mindedly to the guy working there. She may have been referring to ordering fish and chips fifteen minutes ago, or to when she gave him money from her brother at the Hogwarts station, or to when they were arguing over access to the music room piano. Her tone didn't make it clear. She might not even know herself. She paused, trying to remember her train of thought, then smiled delightedly when it came back to her. "Oh! Right. May I have another latte, please?" It was not the first latte of the day and probably would not be the last. But she paid and left a big tip, so... pretty please? She definitely needed a latte in order to keep writing. It was inspirational, and also it tasted amazing.

09-13-2023, 09:19 PM	#20 (permalink)
astrocat Puffskein Join Date: Jul 2020 Location: New York City Posts: 2,164 Hogwarts RPG Name: Cameron Rhodes Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Phoebe Calypso [s]Dupont[/s] Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Fox-Matthews Hufflepuff First Year	Which came first, the phoenix or the flame? SPOILER!!: Tommy Quote: Originally Posted by Harron Peasley Tommy didn't miss school. He didn't miss the lessons, the ~~numerous~~ detentions, the living with a million other people. But he did find himself missing certain things, like the fact that it didn't necessarily matter. If he'd overslept and missed his lessons, he didn't care. If he 'forgot' to do his homework and got punished, he was completely unfazed. But having a job? And having a job that wasn't glass collecting at his - at Corbin's club was a whole other matter. Luckily his shifts didn't call for him to work early hours, so he didn't struggle too much with the whole waking up and getting there on time. But he knew that he had to be presentable. He knew that he had to be polite, and bite his tongue when customers were idiots (which was often), and he knew that this mattered. He needed to pay Noah some rent, some compensation for letting him crash there, and he also needed to save up so he could potentially afford some place of his own. Of course, as Lori and Adam liked to remind him, there was a bedroom with his name on the door at their place. But as much as Tommy's relationship with Lori - with his Nana had improved (and then got worse, and then got better again), he still wasn't ready for that. The feeling that he owed them for everything they'd done since he'd ended up at Stemp House more than twelve years ago was very much present, and he was struggling to get over it. So here he was, pouring drinks and forcing smiles and pretending that he loved working here a whole lot. Ashley Fox was working. Working meant finding a table somewhere, then writing or painting and continually ordering herself more snacks and drinks. She looked a little strange- each limb covered in purple and grey and blue tattoos, alternating between intense periods of work and intense periods of staring at the wall or doodling on the napkins- but at least she was happy. It wasn't hard to tell that she wasn't always in a good mood like this. But today she was very happy, and very productive. She was lost in a world of her own that nobody else could see. She wandered to the counter again. "Hm. I've met you before," she noted absent mindedly to the guy working there. She may have been referring to ordering fish and chips fifteen minutes ago, or to when she gave him money from her brother at the Hogwarts station, or to when they were arguing over access to the music room piano. Her tone didn't make it clear. She might not even know herself. She paused, trying to remember her train of thought, then smiled delightedly when it came back to her. "Oh! Right. May I have another latte, please?" It was not the first latte of the day and probably would not be the last. But she paid and left a big tip, so... pretty please? She definitely needed a latte in order to keep writing. It was inspirational, and also it tasted amazing.