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[sandandwater]

It's Wednesday and I am not at work.

What's wrong with this picture?

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[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

*calls from the club during setup* Pippa? Are you all right love? They said you weren't coming in tonight, but wouldn't tell me why.

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

Hi, Ro. *has to pause and choose her words carefully* No, I'm not coming in. I won't be in on Saturday either. *she doesn't sound pleased*

[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

You won't? *obviously concerned* What is it? What's happened? You haven't taken ill, have you?

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

*she snorts* Oh, I'm sick alright. *sarcasm is not something she's prone to* I'm surprised Kelly isn't waltzing around telling everyone about her little coup. *a sigh* I don't want you worrying, Ro. You have a show to do.

[fey-fire.livejournal.com]

Kelly. *his tone is ... not exactly surprised as his eye lights on the blonde waitress across the room ... just in time to catch her looking at him* What has she done?

[sand-andwater.livejournal.com]

That meeting I had with Mike this afternoon? *she shakes her head recalling the unusually awkward and tense hour she spent at the bar* Seems he has gotten a number of complaints from the rest of the waitstaff. He wouldn't name names but someone told him about our kissing in the storeroom. I know that came from Kelly. Beyond that, some of the other girls say they need more hours and Wednesdays and Saturdays are busiest and face it, you guys draw the crowds. Crowds equal tips. Mike knows I won't take shifts if someone else wants or need the work and thanks to Kelly's internet adventures the rest of the waitresses think I don't need the job at Last Call.