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.
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 already returned from the gym, showered and changed, Brittany didn’t need to take too wild of a guess to know what the noises were out in the apartment or rather who they were coming from, as she looked for her textbook in her room.
Shaking her head, she picked it up and a highlighter, then walked back to the kitchen to make some tea. “Do you always have to make such a racket?” She asked Puck, as she walked by.
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 just what she was going to do.
Exiting her apartment, she hailed a cab and once it reached the bar, hopped out to pay. She walked in, smiled at the regulars and headed to the storeroom for her apron and put her purse away. Picking up a pad, she went back out and glanced around to see who else was on today.
"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?"
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 awhile."
“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 work. Say 6 until 11 and not ‘til closing time except when needed? My shoe fetish doesn’t need that much attention anymore,” she joked.