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Post by satara on May 30, 2011 0:04:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Satara Riley carry on my wayward son - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Satara forced a smile to her face that she hoped looked sincere. This was the third customer today that had sent food back to the kitchen, complaining that the potatoes were cold. If Enrique didn't start checking the temperature of the food he was cooking before he put it on the plate, she was going to take a baseball bat to his gonads. That thought perked her up a little and helped the smile. "I'm really sorry about that. I'll notify a manager and have fresh brought out for you." She turned away before the disgruntled customer could start on another tirade. Why couldn't cooks understand that customers took it out on the waitress when the food wasn't cooked right?
When she got back to the grill line and poked her head through the window under the heat lamps, Enrique had his back to her, so he didn't see her killer glare. She was tempted to throw something at him, especially since he wasn't doing anything productive, but the manager chose that moment to come out of the office, and Satara didn't need another write-up. Giving the oblivious Enrique one last look, Satara turned to the manager of Dan's Cafe. "Marcia, I have another couple at table eleven who was complaining about cold mashed again," Satara said with another meaningful glare at the cook. Marcia was a great manager who didn't put up with fools or slackers. It was a trait they shared that made her a good manager, and Tara a lousy waitress.
After being told to get them a new plate of mashed potatoes and comp their drinks, Satara strode back out into the dining room. Sometimes she really hated her job. She just didn't have the personality for it, but it was really all she was qualified to do. Well, there was one other thing she was good at, but hunting didn't pay well. She didn't want to go back to that life of credit card scams and car theft. The danger, blood, and killing didn't bother her. She'd seen too much of the world for that stuff to bother her anymore, but the constant fighting wasn't worth it. At least she could keep this town safe. She was out of the loop and didn't really know what was going on anymore, but things had been quiet for some time. Perhaps the good guys actually won. She scoffed to herself. Yeah right, and angels are real.
Suppressing a growl of frustration, she set the plate of mashed potatoes down on the counter with an audible click. She didn't want to get fired again. She really didn't. It was hard to keep her sarcasm in check, but she managed... barely. "Sorry for the trouble. Your drinks are free today. Is there anything else I can get you?" The customer just stared at her, then to her necklace, then back up to her face. Tara kept her smile pleasant, not wanting to go through the routine again of explaining why she was wearing a pentagram necklace. Marcia had tried to get her to take it off, but she refused. That necklace wasn't coming off for anything. The customer slowly shook his head and she laid the bill down before walking away to get drink orders for the new customer who just walked in. She sincerely hoped this table went better than the last one. |
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Post by samwinchester on May 31, 2011 0:40:29 GMT -5
Sam had crashed his stolen car a few hours ago, thanks to demons chasing him. Right now he had a long walk back to the nearest motel and hopped that he could find something that was nearby so he could grab a bite to eat. Sam swan his duffle bag over his shoulder so it wouldn’t fall down while he was walking up the road. Finally after a while of walking Sam entered town and he looked around he spotted the road that he needed to be on and he continued on walking. “Could be worse.” Sam muttered to himself as he continued walking wondering just how far the motel is.
Sam could steal another car but he couldn’t see any that was close by and thus he continued on his way. It wasn’t too long before Sam could see a dinner up ahead he smiled at his good fortune he could rest up there for a bit, have something to eat and be on his way back to the hotel for some much needed sleep. Sam picked up his pace a bit as he crossed the road, he could see many cars in the car park of the dinner and he wondered which ones would be there when he was ready to leave as he might just steal one for the trip back to the hotel.
Sam had phoned ahead of time so he knew that he could get a room at the hotel as he had just entered town just moments ago. Sam walked inside the dinner and closed the door behind him, he wondered what food they had here but he gathered he would find out soon enough. Sam sat at the table when a waitress approached him. “I’m new around here what do you recommend?” Sam asked her as he waited for an answer. Sam put his duffle bag over to an empty seat and fell silent as he waited for the waitress to respond to his question.
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Post by satara on May 31, 2011 11:52:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] Satara Riley carry on my wayward son - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Satara walked across the dining room at a quick pace, taking in the new customer with a practiced eye. He had a duffle bag that he propped in the chair next to him and he had that travel stained look of someone who didn't stay in one place long. The guy looked tired. She'd seen the look before in people who were running from something. She saw the look every time she looked in a mirror. He certainly was handsome, though. She reached the table with a shake of her head. She was too tired to flirt with customers. "My name's Tara. What can I get for you?" She kept her smile pleasant, but it was easier than before with the "jerk" table. This time it was mostly genuine despite her fatigue.
"I'm new around here. What do you recommend?" New around here, huh? He didn't look like he'd be staying long either. Tara thought for a moment, tapping her pen against her lip. "We do mostly homestyle cooking, but the owner has recently gotten into his Cajun roots, so I'd avoid the catfish unless you want the inside of your mouth burned off." She grinned, hoping this guy didn't have a thing for spicy food. She sighed then, taking out her pad of paper and laying it on her tray. "The omlettes are good, but my personal favorite is the chicken strips. Finish that off with a slice of apple pie and I'm halfway to heaven, although I'm supposed to inform you that today's special is meatloaf." She tried not making a face. The meatloaf was definitely not their best menu item.
Tara randomly wondered if there was a heaven. She knew there was a hell, so it only made sense that there was a heaven too, but she'd seen no evidence of it. Her chicken strips and apple pie was the closest she was likely to get. "Can I get you something to drink in the meantime? I make killer sweet tea." Her smile was cut off when the table she'd left before yelled for her. Closing her eyes, she gritted her teeth and mumbled under her breath, barely audible. "I wouldn't be surprised if that douche was a demon." She otherwise ignored the yell in favor of the much nicer customer in front of her.
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Post by samwinchester on Jun 3, 2011 3:28:08 GMT -5
Sam rubbed his tired eyes before he looked back at the waitress again. Sam and his brother had made a deal to separate for a while so Cas wouldn’t find them that easily but in his own mind Sam knew that it wouldn’t work out as they planned, nothing they planned worked out the way it was meant to go down. Sam looked up at the waitress when she spoke to him, he smiled she was good looking though but for Sam he wasn’t sure on what he was hungry for right at the moment, he also listened to the waitress when she introduced herself to him as Tara.
Sam listened to Tara when she explained him today’s menu though the chicken strips did appeal to him at least. Sam pondered on the thought for the moment before ultimately deciding on the chicken strips. “Actually the chicken strips does sound nice. I’ll go with that.” Sam replied back to Tara as he looked back at her. Sam normally went with the healthy side of foods and had a salad every now and again but he thought why not and go with something completely different. Sam moved the duffle bag a bit more on the chair so it wouldn’t fall down.
If his duffle bag had fallen over and all his demon hunting gear fell out he would probably have to make up some sort of lie to get him out of whatever might have gone down. Sam looked up towards the table that yelled at Tara, he wondered what was up with them but he thought he wouldn’t get involved unless it got violent or out of control. “A sweet tea would be great thanks. Is that table giving you any problems?” Sam asked Tara as he wondered what the table was doing to her.
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