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Do A Little Turn On The Catwalk (Asher)
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 6:33:00 GMT
Without a word, Asher trailed behind Isaac, saying nothing. This was supposed to be a learning experience, after all! Even in the kitchen, instead of helping, Asher tidied up a couple of the messes that he had left behind earlier while waiting. After all, he didn't want Isaac to feel like he couldn't do this himself!
Following back to the table, he made a soft mumble before they reached it of, "I don't know if you're good with vocals, but if she asks for you to put anything in her drink, try to hum a children's song or something when you do." That was a weird suggestion, with absolutely no reasoning behind it. Mostly because they were already reaching earshot.
"You don't smile enough," the woman was quick to point out, once at the table. So much for Isaac's hopes to conceal his nervousness with tiny smiles! "Three sugar, nothing else." So much for not wanting sweet! That seemed a little ridiculous! On top of that, there was the wonder of if the boy would think to stir it in himself, or not.
Asher realized his first error with that. Well, it was too late now, and he couldn't instruct anything with this lady being their guest! It would only make things worse!
"I've decided what I want to order, also. When you're done, I would like one of these," she stated, motioning to some sort of little triangle sandwiches on the menu. At least her order seemed simple enough! For now, that was. "That's all."
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 6:53:01 GMT
Isaac bowed apologetically at the customer's comment, making sure to widen his smile when he rose once more. He knew from the outset that his nerves would be on display, because telling someone to smile was the easiest way to get them worried once they started smiling. However, he did his best to bury them under warm, reassuring thoughts, figuring if he distanced himself from the situation a bit his smile would seem all the more natural. Sure enough, that little bit of mental homeostasis helped him recover his smile to nice, acceptable levels, only the slightest hint of nervousness still lacing it.
At hearing her request three sugars, he immediately wanted to go back in time and slap himself. That completely threw off the bitter-sweet balance! If he knew she was going to pull this, he would have prepared a far more bitter blend. Nevertheless, the customer was always right, and he already steeled himself for the apology he would have to inevitably make. For now, he simply brought the serving tray a bit closer, looking down at the sugar and lifting its serving spoon. "A marvelous choice," he said, lifting the serving spoon to start adding it in.
Then he realized that in his haste he forgot a step. Kneel by the table! Before he started stirring in earnest he made sure to kneel down, a tiny bit late on the draw but at least making sure not to forget an important element. Once properly down he poured the first spoonful into the cup. Then the second. Then the third. Once done he put the serving spoon away and started stirring with the tea spoon, humming the first children's song to come to mind; Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. It almost made him wish she asked for a bit of cream, too, so he could add a star design into her cup in the process.
Once it was thoroughly blended he placed the cup before her, still keeping his smile up. "Here you are, Princess. And your food shall be with you soon as well." With a bow he left, returning to the kitchen to put in a request for the little triangular sandwiches. He returned as quickly as they were possible once they were ready, presenting them to her with a flourish. "And here is your food. Is everything prepared to your liking? And is there anything else you would like me to do for you at this moment, Princess?"
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 7:13:44 GMT
This time, while Isaac returned to the kitchen, Asher didn't follow. He simply gave a small bow to the woman, before checking on the table that they had started with. It seemed like Isaac was doing alright, after all. He wasn't asking any questions! And, the manager had this suspicion that if he tried to help, it wouldn't actually be appreciated.
Taking care of the check with the trio of girls from earlier, he hummed a soft tune while making change. Leaning carefully over one of the girls, the redhead helped place some of the remaining cake in trays to be taken home. He would have even offered another card game, if he thought he had time!
But, that was around the time that his trainee had returned with the sandwiches. Almost instantly, there was the sound of a clatter, and Asher let out a groan. "I'm sorry I can't stay to see you out, Princesses. I suspect I'm needed. I promise to play a board game next time to make up for it, alright?" At least these customers were alright.
The woman that Isaac was helping was trying to make it appear that she wasn't, however. While it seemed silent at first, the second that Asher stepped near to analyse the situation, the angry talking began. It seemed that just after his trainee had set down the sandwiches, the woman had knocked her own glass of tea over! It was surely her fault, entirely. But, now, she was angrily raising her voice with a, "did you see what he did?" Eyes were flickering between Asher and Isaac, irritably. "This boy isn't careful at all! He knocked over my drink! And, it was far too sweet! I swear, this establishment is awful!"
Trying to move casually but quickly, Asher pulled a small cloth out of his pocket, lightly setting his hand on Isaac's shoulder for a second, before moving to try to stop the liquid from pouring off the table. "Ah, I'm sure the table was just unbalanced, Princess. We'll have that fixed soon." Sure, there wasn't actually anything wrong with the table at all, but a major rule was to never blame the customer!
"It wasn't the table! And!" There was a pause, as the woman dramatically leaned away from Asher, and against the table. Then, she pulled back, "do you see what he did to my shirt? It's wet!"
This wasn't going well. Take a deep breath, and just continue trying to clean up tea. There seemed to be no reassurance that the teen could give to anyone at this moment, just repeating, "I apologize, Princess," similar to a broken record, at every complaint that was thrown his way.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 7:42:03 GMT
Well, it seemed the second Asher had left his side, everything decided to go wrong. Isaac's eyes widened in shock as she accidentally(?) spilled her drink, and immediately he reached into his pockets to full out a few emergency towels, prepared to help her sop it up. He started to talk as he leaned in to help clean up the mess, thinking of what to do next. Surely he'd get her a new one, right? "Please, Princess, allow me to help you with th-"
Then he was cut off as she started to talk. And she was presenting a far different story from what he had witnessed. He spilled it? He wasn't anywhere near the darn cup! His initial reaction, as it was any time he was unjustifiably called out, was indignant fuming. However, he knew that shit would not cut it in a job like this. These cafes took "the customer is always right" and elevated it to terrifying degrees. For that reason, he knew he'd have to swallow all of his anger and all of his pride. At least the cafe had a lot of bowing. As he bowed his head low in apology, he made sure to let out any disgusted facial expressions he had while staring at the floor.
It wasn't something Isaac liked doing. But for the sake of his job, and Asher's sanity, he'd have to fall on his sword.
"I am terribly sorry, Princess," he said as he rose, the look on his face suitably apologetic. He worked hard to help Asher sop up tea as he spoke, making sure not a bit of it got near the sandwiches. Knowing this woman she'd lift up the damp tablecloth, slam it into the tea, and still blame him, but at least now he was showing he was trying. "I will not make such mistakes again. Consider your replacement on the house." He picked up the pace a little bit more quickly this time, in part so that he wouldn't have to spend much more time left with this unpleasant woman.
His face fell the second he stepped into the kitchen, letting out a rolling sigh of disgust. Thankfully, this time he knew he had to account for the woman's sugar problems. This time instead of green tea he grabbed some Chinese black tea, keeping to the milder end while still making sure there was enough strength to counteract her ridiculous three spoonfuls of sugar. As that brewed he took some moistened towels, figuring it'd at least help with her shirt. Once everything was ready he took it back to the table, putting it down and kneeling again. "Would you like your three sugars again, Princess? I made sure to choose a stronger blend to account for the sweetness, should your preference remain the same," he offered. If she wanted the sugars, he'd put in however many she requested. He would then gingerly place the drink before her and step back, hands folded behind his back and an apologetic smile on his face.
He wasn't standing anywhere close to that table after the drink's assembly was finished. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, the hell's your problem, lady?
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 7:59:33 GMT
This woman had no interest in whatever Isaac had to say. Every time he spoke, she found some sort of complaint on what had already happened. But, Asher wasn't even going to try to stop the kid from trying harder. Clearly, this was going to be a very learning experience.
"No. No sugar. You'll ruin it, too," the woman huffed, immediately taking the tea and trying it, only to gag and slam the cup onto the still-damp table with enough force that the cup had gained a small crack, and was now leaking too!
This warranted another groan from Asher, as he quickly wrapped a rag around the cup to prevent the contents from seeping all over the table he was working on keeping clean.
Still in her chair, the customer furiously looked between Asher and his trainee. "You! Aren't you going to do something about this? Do you see what this child has been doing?"
Oh, great. If the situation couldn't get worse. Flashing his usual smile, Asher looked up from the table. "Oh! Apologies, Princess! You requested a specific butler! It's our policy to not step on one another's toes. After all, it would be a shame if you didn't feel like you had a chance to connect with your servant!"
"Do not give me that bullsh--."
Now, the teen shifted to lower his face to a closer level with the seated woman. "Princess, I must request you refrain from that language. We like to consider ourselves a child-friendly establishment. And, you're far too pretty to have such a dirty mouth." And, now, the two were just staring at one another. And eye contact wasn't breaking. "Now! If your tea was too bitter, would you like your host to provide you with some sugar? I must say! He's very sweet already! I'm sure he knows the perfect amount of sugar to add to your drink." Straightening his posture, he tried to avoid looking at his gloves. Ick. They were wet and kind of sticky. The texture was just awful! The young man didn't want to consider what they probably looked like!
The customer's eyes narrowed, looking to Isaac, then her tea. "Fine. I would like sugar now. And the check. I'm in a hurry."
Oh, thank goodness.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 8:16:32 GMT
Isaac wasn't going to say he warned her. But he totally warned her. At least twice. Then again, this is what happens when you dump a ridiculous amount of sugar into what was already described to you as a perfect blend of mild and sweet. People needed to listen! Nevertheless, it seemed some people seemingly only existed to make others have a harder day. At least she seemed likely to leave soon, because Isaac was starting to wonder how much more of this he could take. It was, without a doubt, a magnificent first day.
At least Asher was in his corner, a statement Isaac never thought he'd find relieving. It seemed that the woman's obnoxiousness was starting to infringe upon the establishment's rules, or at least with Asher's sense of decorum. He actually started straining character to stare down his "princess," reminding her to back the attitude up and stop causing trouble. When exactly did she cross the line? Was it the part where she broke the cafe's property, or the part where she was practically harassing the employees? Regardless of when that line was drawn, Isaac felt super thankful that Asher had set it down. It seemed to work as far as getting the customer to back off, at least.
He knelt down dutifully, making sure to avoid any wayward coffee puddles, before scooping in the sugar. Two full spoons and a little pinch extra should do the trick. Three was simply too much, especially when dealing with a milder blend of black. "I hope this is more to your liking, Princess," Isaac said, even amazing himself with his ability to keep his tone chirpy. His rage must have broken. "I shall return with the check shortly." As he left he gently pushed a moist towel into Asher's hands, making sure they wouldn't be left uncomfortably coffee-stained. In the brief moment of contact, Isaac felt more tightly wound than a slinky in a hydraulic press.
It only took a minute or two for him to return with the check, his named neatly signed where "Server" was identified. "Here you are. Once again, Princess, I am terribly sorry for all of this," Isaac said. At this point, he'd almost convinced himself he was feeling bad about it with how clear he was making his remorse. "Hopefully your meal will be to your liking now that we've fixed things up around here."
He waited to see if the customer had any more requests, complaints, or critiques. If not, or once she was done with them all, he'd take the payment and bring it to the front desk. Then he'd head to the employee bathrooms in the break room.
Faint screaming could be heard.
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 9:04:53 GMT
It seemed the woman decided that words were in ill decision, as she allowed the sugar to be added, and then simply responded in varying tones of hums and grumbles. Oh well, at least the woman was silent. Dropping cash on the table to pay for her food and drink, it seemed that she wanted nothing to do with the servers now. Which, really, was just fine with Asher!
Slipping to the back, the teen let out a sigh. Before passing one of the maids, he stopped her, cheerfully informing, "I think it's a great time for a break! Isaac's new, so I'd hate to overwhelm him on his first day!"
"Did you break a new hire again?"
"Again? Again?" The redhead shuffled, looking at the walls in the hallway rapidly, "pssh! Ha! Me? I'm lovely with the workers!"
"Riiight," that didn't sound so certain! "So, you drop them on one of our worst customers, with zero support?"
Okay, so maybe he could see where this was going. "Oh, come on. You know I wouldn't do that on purpose! I didn't see her come in!" This received a uninterested expression from the maid, before she simply sighed and shook her head. "But, yeah! So, break time! We'll help out more afterwards!"
Not that it really mattered. The cafe wasn't very busy, anyway! So, while Isaac was probably still screaming his head off in the bathroom, Asher dropped his jacket off in the break room, along with soiled gloves, before propping the backdoor open and slipping into the alley. Some fresh air, or at least non-cafe air, felt necessary. Finding a seat that was probably used by one of the smokers, and plopped down into the chair. It seemed a break was heavily needed!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 18:51:05 GMT
Okay. He was okay now. Maybe he would have heard the maid and Asher talking if he wasn't currently letting out his frustrations like the air out of a balloon. As is, the main sound he could hear was his own frustrated noises echoing off of his stall. Thankfully, it seemed like that was all he needed. He left the stall and made for the sink, washing both his hands and his face. That'd wake him up a bit. Once done he shook his head and fixed his hair, making sure he was back to looking like the full package by the time he was done.
Upon leaving the bathroom, he noticed no sign of Asher. Weird, under the sounds of his screams he could've sworn he heard Asher talking. Part of Isaac was glad for the reprieve. Asher could be a lot to deal with, especially in large doses at once. However, part of him wanted to ask about all of this. Was he in any trouble, or was she just a rotten customer? Did Asher know her from somewhere? And when did their break even end? He looked around, trying to see if he could spot the older teen anywhere. Maybe it'd be good to ask another employee, like the maid Asher was coincidentally just talking to. "Excuse me. Do you know where Asher went?"
Upon being pointed in the right direction Isaac headed into the alley, which smelled a little like stale cigarettes. Kind of an odd choice of roost for someone so glamorous, but Isaac wouldn't sweat the little details. Not when there were far more important questions ro ask. He took the seat across from Asher's and a little to the left, considering what the heck he wanted to even ask. "So, she comes here often?" he joked, tone light to hide the weariness beneath.
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 20:53:31 GMT
The maid seemed more than a little surprised at the inquiry on her manager's location. Heck, she had expected this kid to scream his lungs out in the bathroom, and then just disappear out the door. It wouldn't be the first time. "Just out the back door," she'd direct with a small gesture toward the door. Well, at least it seemed Asher hadn't scared this one away quite yet!
Once Isaac was out the back door, Asher barely acknowledged him at first, shuffling around with the trash on the ground. How many times did he have to tell people to pick up their crap? Whose purse was sitting out here? What moron left their purse completely unattended like that? Bright note, he found a lighter, and was occasionally clicking it to create a tiny flame. With Isaac sitting down, he used his foot to shove the purse underneath his chair. Chances were, he'd forget to bring it back inside the building, so it at least needed to be a little less visible.
"At least twice a week," he finally replied, dropping the lighter on top of the purse. "Usually we draw straws to see who has to wait on her, if she doesn't request anyone specific." It just seemed that Isaac was unlucky that time! "Pretty faces don't always mean pretty personalities!" This warranted a small laugh from the ex-actor, as he looked around the alley again for things that his workers may have left behind.
Eh, he didn't really care too much to bother picking up any more of the stuff. With a still-cheery voice, the teen had to ask, "loving your first day of work? Think you're going to want to keep this job for a while?" Or, would Isaac decide his first day was his last?
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 21:06:10 GMT
"Twice a- seriously?" Isaac seemed befuddled by the concept that she came around this much if she hated it so badly. Heck, how was she still allowed to come in when she kept breaking their property? Eh, whatever. One rotten customer wasn't about to ruin this whole thing for Isaac. She sure gave a strong argument for running out of the door and screaming, but Isaac liked to think he was a little bit more determined than that. For now he watched as Asher scanned the alley for dropped belongings. As far as alleys went, this had to be one of the messiest ones he had seen. And he had been in an alley full of literal garbage before!
Of course, Asher was quick to switch topics. Now he was asking the question of the hour, whether Isaac was actually enjoying his job. For a second he paused, turning Asher's question over in his head. Did he like it? Well, theoretically, he did. He had the feeling that once he was a bit more comfortable, he'd start taking to the job really well. However, for now, he really didn't get much chance in the slightest. The first customer of the day he was more like Asher's accessory, and the second one seemed far more interested in how much havoc she could wreak than actually being receptive to how the cafe functioned. His manager and trainer was a complete enigma, and Isaac still had no idea what to think of him. Also, these pants were starting to feel too tight! It was a total whirlwind of a day, and it hadn't even been going on for too long yet.
But why would he give up now? His Christmas gifts for Maia were so close, he could almost taste them. And no amount of fatigue and stress could make the smile on her face any less worth it. As he pondered that, he found himself smiling at Asher. "Its been a lot to take in so far," he admitted. "But I think I'm up to the task." Mama Sunderland didn't raise no quitter!
However, he couldn't help but shake the look of huge surprise on the maid's face when he expressed interest in continuing. "So, any other surprises you've got to spring on me? Something tells me I'm not the only person you've tried to work into submission," Isaac asked, only realizing the innuendo out of his mouth a split second too late. "Damnit," he muttered under his breath as he waited for Asher to capitalize.
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 21:28:51 GMT
"She likes making problems, I think. She's made it 'personal' reasons for some, and others just don't like her attitude." As Isaac had seen, it seemed the guest certainly had a flair for dramatics in a way that even made Asher cringe. On the bright side, the crazy customer hadn't scared away another one of his workers yet!
And, with the comment of submission, Isaac knew that he had made a mistake. But, Asher was willing to jump on it. Leaning forward in his seat, he stared at the younger boy. "I already offered you a collar, earlier, and you were acting like it was a big deal!" Grin was wide across the redhead's face, waiting for some sort of response. "I could easily make you submit, I'm sure."
Oh, was that going too far? Why did the words come out before the thinking had finished? Ah, whatever. At the least, he hadn't put his hands on Isaac this time, so the boy was going to have to take the half-effort! It's not like Asher could figure out which part had offended the kid so much anyway!
"I didn't think I gave you any surprises yet, anyway! What are you talking about?" Asher thought he was being pretty mild today!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 21:44:16 GMT
'Personal' reasons for some, huh? Isaac found himself rolling his eyes a little, before turning to Asher and asking "Alright, what did you do to her?" His tone was joking, but she did seem to have a particular grudge towards Asher. Then again, she also had a particular grudge against Isaac, and his crime was quite literally just standing there. It could have just been the world's biggest chip on her shoulder, true, but Isaac was really hoping for some juicy details.
. . . And then Asher suggested a subject he really wouldn't want to hear the juicy details about. Isaac's brow furrowed as Asher leaned in close with that "gotcha" grin on his face. Even though he had already steeled himself for it, the way Asher mentioned making him submit still got a shiver sent down his spine and an involuntary blush spreading across his face. He made sure to lean away from the older teen to re-establish distance, but a little part of him wondered if this'd just leave Asher leaning in even more. "Yeah, well, taken," he stammered, unable to come up with a much better retort. Had Asher just left it to innuendo he probably would've just rolled his eyes and been done with it, but that second part was too brazen for Isaac to feel much more than huge embarrassment.
Now, if that had been paired with a caress of the shoulder or something? Then Isaac probably would've run screaming out of the building.
"Well, I'm guessing accidentally summoning the world's most stressful customer was more on my shoulders than yours," he said, returning to the surprise question if Asher would let him. "But still, it isn't like I expected to be learning how to decorate cakes today or predict card games today, either. Seems like this job really does got at a mile a minute sometimes." Although some of the lessons he was learning would be pretty darn useful. Maybe he'd be able to make Maia a nice, fancy looking hot chocolate one of these days with his burgeoning decoration skills . . .
"But hey. At least you haven't thrown any real curveballs at me yet. Like telling me I'm supposed to wear cat ears or something like that."
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 22:01:16 GMT
What did he do to her? It was like everyone always wanted to accuse Asher of being the bad guy, or something! "Me? Why do you think I did something?" Eyes shifted away from Isaac, trying to think. "I did not do a thing to her!" And, then, a smaller voice of, "didn't even take her on that date that she asked for." Well! That probably cleared up the glares that he had gotten from the woman throughout the afternoon! And, probably why Asher had suggested a maid for the woman, rather than a butler!
If Asher wasn't still sitting, he probably would have leaned closer when his trainee had decided to maintain a healthy distance. Maybe, it was the blush that provoked the manager to need to turn up the heat on his comments like that! After all, there weren't many things in the world as interesting as seeing someone get horribly flustered! And, with an awful comeback like 'I'm taken,' the redhead could only grin more. "Well, who's to say that She doesn't like the idea of you in a collar, either?"
The teen supposed he would allow the topic change for now, shrugging about the job description. "You just have to know how to improvise. And how to please." To someone who had worked in the business of making people happy for far too long, this seemed like a simple job! Sometimes, Asher had to remind himself that not everyone else would see it that way. "Sometimes, it's just going the extra mile to make sure that you make someone smile!" After all, that extra mile was part of what kept Asher in this cafe!
Then, there was a pause. Lips twitched, unsure if they should cease the smile or try to increase it. "Cat ears, huh? Wow! That's, uh, awfully specific!" Hm. Should he tell the kid now, or leave it for when the subject came up later? Eh, maybe save it for a surprise! After all, it looked like Isaac was just loving all of the surprises he had found so far!
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Dec 6, 2016 22:16:46 GMT
As soon as Isaac heard what Asher had to say he found himself pausing. Then, almost uncontrollably, snickers started escaping his mouth like a leaking balloon. He seemed like he was obviously trying to obscure them, but the harder he worked at it the more he found them uncontrollably escaping. By the time he recovered a bit of the blush had passed from his face. "You know, I'm pretty sure you dodged a major bullet there," he choked out, still grinning. "I mean, jeez, with her table manners could you imagine going out with her?" That coffee cup she broke probably would've been broken against Asher's skull instead of the table. Although Isaac realized that this meant he was basically dealing with the fallout from Asher's actions, it was probably better this way. If she tried pulling that stunt on him, he'd probably have to deal with her wrath tenfold. At least this time he was just caught in the crossfire!
Of course, right when he thought things were even, Asher had to bring the collar up again. The look on his face shot to a blank one as he tried to imagine that. Maia wasn't into that sort of thing. Was she? She didn't seem to big on touchiness, all things considered, and Isaac had the feeling if she saw him like that her response would be to roll her eyes and remind him that collars were for cats. Besides, she was an artist. If she ever got any ideas like that in her head, he probably would've been press-ganged into modeling them for her a long time ago. He remained mum on the subject for now, but the way he was starting to blush again was another point on the imaginary scoreboard for Asher.
He nodded at the job description, blankness on his face recovering. It was one of the harder aspects to learn, especially when you were mostly watching someone else instead of doing it on your own. Isaac thought he did pretty well at trying to salvage the drink situation, at the very least. If it was a less crabby customer, his attempt at using the spill to make a drink more to her specifications would have been genius! But for now, it was still mostly just watching those who know better do what they do best. Besides, with the entire reason why he had this job being an attempt at trying to go the extra mile, he was sure he'd have it down pat soon.
Asher's reaction to the cat ears was kind of funny though. Had Asher ever been outright lost for words like that before? Usually he just rambled even more quickly, but here he actually had to make an uh. Somehow, Isaac had a bad feeling about this. Nevertheless, he shrugged. "Just a guess. Why?"
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Post by Asher on Dec 6, 2016 22:33:55 GMT
"I don't want to imagine it!" That lady seemed full out insane! "You're not supposed to date crazy people!" Oh, because Asher had room to talk about that. He definitely didn't come off as a nutcase most of the time! Nope! But, that woman was something else, in so many different kinds of bad. Breaking glasses, knocking over food. Heck, she even tripped one of the maids once! 'On accident' of course! Then, tried to blame the maid for hurting her foot. That was just a disaster waiting to happen. "I don't know why anyone would think I'm interested, anyway."
Surely, Isaac would disagree with Asher's inability to see that. Especially with all of the touching and supposed flirting he did! But, somehow, the redhead didn't find any of this to be actual flirting. After all, it was just being friendly, right?
While the boy was busy blushing away, thinking about his girlfriend's reactions, Asher was busy pulling his phone out and checking it. Clicking away, he sent out a couple of texts to Piper, before looking back to his trainee. "Oh, no reason," he started, with a nonchalant tone while focus was spread between real life interaction and his phone. "I mean, it's not like we have a bunch of props and accessories that customers can pay for us to wear for them! Nope!" There was also a mumbled, "just like I definitely never lost a bet and had to crossdress for my whole shift." Okay, that should have made it more obvious now. Setting his phone on his lap, the teen flashed a smile again, "why? Do you have something against being a kitty cat?"
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