October 2012
quinnxfabrays:
“Excellent.” She takes a sip of her beer.
“Then we can get dolled up and get silly, whoo!” She beamed, “I think it’d be good for us all. Let off some steam.”
quinnxfabrays:
“of course he won’t,” she grins. “yeah, I agree. Chicken sounds like the best idea.”
She smiled broadly, “he’s terrible but okay cool, I’ll make sure to do a shop on Saturday afternoon so it’s there’s for Sunday.”
quinnxfabrays:
“Sounds perfect to me,” she nods. “Though I think Kurt might be the one providing the dessert.” She nudges Puck teasingly.
“But Puck will probably have no problems helping to demolish it,” she laughed and took a sip of her beer, “Chicken or beef? I’m thinking chicken.”
quinnxfabrays:
“Those sound like awesome ideas,” she says. “Maybe both, drinks and dancing on Saturday, and dinner Sunday to nurse hangovers.
“Even better!” She agreed. “Something like a roast could be good, then all Puck and/or Kurt would have to bring is themselves plus maybe a dessert.”
quinnxfabrays:
“Yes, you’re right,” she nods. “Anyway, enough about my self-pity, what’s happening this weekend?” she asks.
“It’s not self-pity, feel free to vent anytime but as for this weekend, I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “Maybe drinks and then dancing or we could have everyone over for dinner?”
quinnxfabrays:
“I wish I had your optimism,” she smiles a little.
She shook her head, “Remember, you’re already in the right place, which is more than most.”
hummelelizabethk:
Poker Face is my favorite ballad, to be quite honest.
Ever the romantic.
picardy-anderson-thethird:
“Hey!” He greets, grinning. He sits down beside Puck. “How are you guys?”
“I’m great, thank you. How are things with you?” She inquired, smiling.
n-puckerman:
He orders her a beer. “How was your day?”
“Cheers, and it was good as can be expected,” she laughed, “when you’ve gotta push people to work out. You?”
picardy-anderson-thethird:
Reads the text and heads off to the bar, opting to just take his work stuff with him instead of dropping it off at home. He enters the bar, looking around for his friends.
Brittany glanced up and spotted Blaine coming in, waving him towards where they were already sat.
quinnxfabrays:
“That’s awesome. Congrats,” she smiles. “Eh, my day was the same as usual. Lots of lattes and busy work.”
“Thank you,” she nodded and lightly squeezed Quinn’s arm sympathetically. “It’ll improve soon, promise.”
n-puckerman:
“Hey, Britt. What are you drinking?” Puck asks as he tries to flag down the bartender.
“Hi Puck. Uh,” she looked around, “I’ll just have a beer for now, thanks.”
quinnxfabrays:
“Hi, Britt,” Quinn greeted with a smile. “How was your day?”
She smiled back, “Good, thanks. Signed up a couple more people so should reach my target. Yours?”
After receiving the text from Quinn, Brittany headed straight for the bar instead of the apartment and wasn’t surprised that it was already busy. Pushing past a few people, she looked for her friends and was glad for Puck’s haircut, spotting it easily.
“Hi guys,” she said, taking a seat next to them.
Text - Brittany & Blaine.
Quinn: Hey guys. Just letting you know that Puck and I are at the bar and we're ordering dinner for all of us. Stop by!
Britt: I'm starving so that's handy, thanks. Have left work already so see ya soon.
quinnxfabrays:
Luckily, I don’t spend any of my money. Upside of being a professional latte fetcher.
See, that’s at least one positive of your current working situation.
quinnxfabrays:
Oh, I am. The Pumpkin Spice is amazing. I swear, Dean and Deluca put something in their coffee. It’s not just the caffeine that makes it addicting.
Ugh, I could spend my whole paycheck in there, which makes me forever grateful to not work so close to one. Instead it’s all the filter coffee I can handle, yay.
quinnxfabrays:
Fingers crossed.
And enjoy the coffee in the meanwhile.
quinnxfabrays:
I guess you’re right. Still, that doesn’t make it any less frustrating.
No, I imagine not but someone will take over latte duty soon and you can do your writing, hopefully.
n-puckerman:
Puck unlocks the door to his and Kurt’s apartment, eager to change out of his uniform and collapse on Blaine’s couch before his head explodes. He’s hungry, tired, thirsty, and horny. Hopefully, the girls can take care of at least two of those ailments.
He changes quickly and heads over to the girl’s apartment. He walks in without knocking and goes straight to the fridge.
Having...
quinnxfabrays:
How does one work for the New York Times and spend more time fetching lattes and less time writing? How?
At least I don’t have to spend my own money on pumpkin spice lattes for myself from Dean and Deluca downstairs.
It’s a foot in the door though, Quinn, which is probably the best way to view it.
September 2012
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Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“Oh well,” he agrees.
“Enjoy your beer and evening.” She walked away, rolling her eyes at them both.
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“You have no idea, Brittany,” he tells her before sipping his beer.
She looked at him but tried not to react, “nope, it would appear not. Oh well.”
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“Ah, right…the one where you can’t see my face,” he frowns.
She giggled a little, “You’re so easy to tease, Puck.”
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“Thank you,” he bows.
She clapped, “And my favorite view of you too. Looks like this might end up being an awesome day.”
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
He nods, “I got sunlight and left the block and had lunch with a woman.”
“This is almost a momentous occasion, well done,” she smiled.
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“You’ll be happy to know that I did, yes,” he smiles, “I took your advice.”
She looked at him, surprised, “You did? Wow, I’m impressed and what advice? Do you mean getting some sunlight?”
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“I had a pretty good day…had lunch with a friend,” he tells her.
“Did you manage to leave this block?” She joked, “But that does sound pleasant.”
Saturday Evening
n-puckerman:
“What’s up, blondie?” Puck asks as he sits at the counter.
She shook her head at the nickname, “Not much, I had a peaceful day. You?”
Saturday Evening
There was a certain bittersweetness about getting ready for her, more than likely, last Saturday night at the bar but at the same time, she knew it made sense to have cut her hours. Over four months was plenty enough time doing super long weeks and burying herself in being busy. Buttoning her dress up, she glanced in the mirror and nodded. Brittany did need to get a life again and that’s...
August 2012
n-puckerman:
“It’s probably stress, I would guess…hey, that rhymed,” he smiles weakly. “I’m not waiting around to see if she’s coming back or not. I’m gonna call my lawyer and my accountant tomorrow morning.”
She faintly smiled back, “Okay, whatever works for you, Puck. I’m going to return to the tables. The customers shouldn’t need to deal with the drama too.”
n-puckerman:
“I just lost my business partner and have to carry this place by myself and you’re tellin’ me to walk?” he gives her an incredulous look.
“No, I was referring to your sleep quality, which you brought up,” she answered, “As for the rest, she’ll probably come back and if not, you find someone else then adjust.”
n-puckerman:
“Um….no?” he stares at her dumbly.
“You should. Maybe walk around the block a couple of times in the afternoon, especially while the weather’s still good.” She nodded, “It all helps.”
n-puckerman:
“I’m still tired though. What does it mean?”
“Dr. Pierce at your service.” She arched an eyebrow, smiling, “It could be anything from stress to depression to excess caffeine to poor food habits before you fell asleep. Did you get any sunlight today? Or exercise?”
n-puckerman:
“Because I slept all day…shebang?”
“It’s alright for some,” she laughed, “Yes, shebang. It’s a real word, honest.”
n-puckerman:
“True story,” he nods. “I won’t sleep.”
She frowned, “Why not? Because of this whole shebang?”
n-puckerman:
“Yeah, of course,” he nods, “I need a drink and sleep.”
“Well, you’re in the right place for the first,” she pointed to all the bottles behind him, “and it won’t be too long ‘til you can go sleep.”
n-puckerman:
“She’s pissed at me,” he explains. “I can help you.”
“It’s not so bad right now but if it does get busier, and you wouldn’t mind, that’d be great.”
n-puckerman:
He frowns, “your guess is as good as mine.”
“I could but,” she pursed her lips, “I won’t. Nothing like covering more tables at the last minute.”
n-puckerman:
“Hm?” he looks over at her, “oh, yeah, Quinn quit.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed, “Any particular reason or just because?”
n-puckerman:
Puck turns to a few of the regulars at the counter, “anyone wanna buy a bar? …well, half of a bar?”
Brittany watched as Quinn rushed out, box in hand, bewildered, and walked over to the counter and heard Puck’s question, “is everything okay?”
A schedule change
quinnxfabrays:
“Any time,” she smiled. “And I will definitely keep that in mind.”
“Maybe not immediately though, eh?” She laughed, “Speaking of which, I should start my shift, see what mood Manny’s in, etc.”
A schedule change
quinnxfabrays:
She nodded. “Yeah, I know. We dedicate way too much time to our jobs,” she said, shaking her head. “Sure, that’s perfectly fine. I’ll change you up on the payroll and whatnot so it’s all ready for Monday.”
“You’ll get no argument here,” she sighed, “Thanks Quinn. I mean if you ever desperately need someone, I don’t mind doing it once in...
A schedule change
quinnxfabrays:
“All shoe’d out?” She chuckled. “But yes, exactly that. And then you work Monday through Thursday.”
“Never! I’d just like to wear them somewhere other than my apartment, ya know?” She pouted, “Cool. I’m happy to work the rest of the week as normal then start that next week, if that’s alright?”
A schedule change
quinnxfabrays:
“I understand,” Quinn nodded. “Well, what we can do is put you down for part time so you work twenty hours which will be about four days a week for five hours each day. That’s just off the top of my head. We can work out logistics, but that’s about what it is.”
“Okay, that makes a bit more sense so perhaps the first half of the week and I won’t come immediately from...
