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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 14, 2009 13:42:41 GMT -5
 ( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- This was home to a ms Daisy Shay. She loved being here, and of course she would. She wasn't the teacher type, but it was what paid her bills, and that was all that really mattered to her. This was just for fun, hanging out with friends, listening to amazing music, meeting new people. It was always fun. Of course there were the occational creeps that came in and tried to hit on her, but that never really lasted long. She was very good at making sure that they knew that she was far from interested in any of them. The room was always packed and hard to get through, but being the best bartender the club had meant that she could choose what she wanted to do that night. Whether it was staying behind the bar or walking across the room to give people their drinks, and bringing the orders up to the VIP rooms.
Walking through the doors, she pushed her way towards the bar and into the back. Her black skirt and white shirt fit formally on her. Her sneakers looking cute and stylish with her outfit. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail and her makeup redone after her long day of teaching. She walked back behind the bar and into the back room. Putting her stuff down, she grabbed the apron that went around her waist and tied it propperly around her. She walked back out front and started talking to the other barmaids, telling them that she was choosing to stay behind the bar and they had to figure out who was going to be doing the floor and the VIP rooms tonight. After clocking in, she started to take the orders and pour them, taking the money as it was passed to her.
The good thing about working at the club was that she always got a good amount of money in tips. A lot of guys liked the way she looked. And just like her teaching job, she really didn't care much about who she saw. Carding was never really an option unless she knew that they were beyond underage to be drinking. And that was usually only because her boss would have her job if he ever found out. Passing the drinks down the bar and taking the money and the tips, she continued to go up and down the lengths of the bar to figure out what everyone wanted. She never worked alone, but most of the time people asked to be served by Daisy.
With the occational look up at the door, she waited to see if anyone of interest was going to come in. And she hoped that a friend or two would come in and talk to her tonight. She was having one of the rough days, and even being at the bar didn't seem to be pulling her from being down. She wasn't down enough to need to feel pain, but she was getting close, and she needed something to take her mind off of that. Something to make her feel better, something to make her feel that her life was actually worth what everyone said it was, and that she wasn't just told that because it was for their own selfish reasons. Complicated much? Yes. And no one understood her in th least. No one really tried too. Everyone learned she had depression and decided that it was too much work to be friends with her, or to be too close to her. That if she had a depressive mood, that she was too hard to deal with. nice huh?
( tag ) indie
( word count ) 610
( music ) smile for the paparazzi ; cobra starship
( notes ) eh. not the best. Sorry !!!!
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Post by indiana emery rush on May 14, 2009 14:20:40 GMT -5
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[/s]." He called out over the music and the crowd; opening his clutch to pull out his credit card.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE][/ul] ----------------------------------- words! [/color][/b] five-two-four
credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
wearing![/color][/b] buy a girl a drink?
tag![/color][/b] daisy!
notes![/color][/b] completely fine!! mines worse![/center] |
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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 14, 2009 14:39:36 GMT -5
( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- The more people drank, the higher the paycheck. The nicer she was to people, the higher the tip she'd get. She went through the job as thoughtless as possible, most of the time laughing and talking to those who actually talked to her as more than just a slutty barmaid. That wasn't her. She wore the uniform that the club had handed her on her first day and told her she had to wear it. But it wasn't like she slept around... much. just when she felt like she really needed to. When she was at one of her lower points and didn't know how to get out of it. She never jepordized either of her jobs, though she always wondered the best way to get out of the teaching job with a bang. hah. bang. maybe she should bang one of her students. Would that make a big enough impact? Probably.
She continued her rounds of the bar, and reached one that was waving a credit card around. He yelled what he wanted and she nodded her head. Reaching for the card she took it and swiped it, and mixed his drink as she waited for the card to be accepted. Soon the reading came back and she ripped the recipt from the machine. Putting the card, recipt and napkin down, she set the drink on it and smiled at him. "there ya go love." she said. He definitely didn't look old enough, and he looked like a she. And if Daisy hadn't seen him around school she would have sworn different. But of course, Daisy just looked at him and winked, showing that she actually did know who he was.
Contrary to people's belief about her, she was a sweetheart. She never really followed the rules and did what she thought was best for her. And I.D.'ing people would make her lose business. not that smart. She was a pretty laid back person, and it wasn't like she hadn't done the same thing when she was younger. Underage drinking, drugs, partying all the time. That was her life for a long while, but there was a point that she hit her personal rock bottom, addicted to the wrong drugs, on the fast track to dying. Landing herself in the hospital of overdosing on acid had made her quit as quick as she possibly could. She still smoked, and drank, but drugs were something that was impossible for her to do now. Not with working at the school and having drug tests all the time.
( tag ) indie
( word count ) 442
( music ) kiss my sass ; cobra starship
( notes ) eep no yours was fine. this one was icky. =x
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Post by indiana emery rush on May 14, 2009 15:36:00 GMT -5
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[/SIZE][/ul] -----------------------------------words! [/color][/b] six-one-eight
credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
wearing![/color][/b] buy a girl a drink?
tag![/color][/b] daisy!
notes![/color][/b] no way! the wink was uber cute![/center] |
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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 14, 2009 16:19:33 GMT -5
( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- Daisy could see it on his face that he knew he recognized her. But the look also showed that he didn't know where from. She giggled a little to herself and moved off to go and get more drinks for other people. There were so many people that were ordering without someone actually doing anything for them. She moved back up and down the bar, dishing out the drinks as fast as she could. There were a few guys, making a complete fool of themselves, trying to hit on her and get her attention. She rolled her eyes and gave them their drinks, taking their tip money and stuffed it into the pocket of the apron she was wearing. They whistled at her and tried to grab her arm. She quirmed out of their grip and walked back towards the other end to start the drinks all over again.
She moved back around the bar and her attention got caught by the guy she'd served earlier. He looked at her and asked for another shot. She nodded her head and started to make another. And caught his actions as he asked for her to get another one for herself. She laughed a little and nodded. "I can't drink much" I said, putting his shot down on the bar and slid it to him. She couldn't help laugh a little as he winked at her, and held her shot up to him. Downing it all, she put the glass back down and smiled at him. "can't get too drunk. Have class plans to make tomorrow" She said, wondering if he'd caught that. She kinda couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized that she was a teacher. That thought alone made her laugh to herself, and see if his eyes were looking at hers.
Passing out more drinks, she kept her eyes on everyone around her. The music was getting louder, and more people were starting to pour in and push their way through to get to the bar. Of course everyone needed their drinks as soon as they walked in, and had to make sure that they got them THEN. patients was a virtue, but no one would ever suspect that in a club. She tried to hand out the drinks as fast as possible, keeping them going as fast as she could. If people didn't know her, they would never know that she was a teacher too. After a few more minutes, she poured the boy another shot and slid it to him, not even waiting for him to ask for another one. She moved away from him before he had time to thank her, or pay her. he was a student, but of course no one would know that she was the one that served him drinks, or that she didn't card him. Unless he told on her that is.
( tag ) indie!
( word count ) 500
( music ) none
( notes ) eep! Sorry dolly : (
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Post by indiana emery rush on May 14, 2009 17:05:46 GMT -5
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[/SIZE][/ul] -----------------------------------words! [/color][/b] six-seven-seven
credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
wearing![/color][/b] buy a girl a drink?
tag![/color][/b] daisy!
notes![/color][/b] sorry for what? ^_~[/center] |
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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 14, 2009 17:42:59 GMT -5
( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- The look on his face was priceless, and Daisy couldn't help but laugh. She shook her head and continued serving the drinks to the people around him. It was funny, she could almost see his mind racing with different thoughts, but his mind finally settled on the fact that she did know who he was, and that she was still serving him. She laughed more and looked at him. "I barely give homework as it is. There really isn't much art you can do outside of school and have it count as homework" she said, passing out another drink. She was an art teacher, photography, drawing, painting. The only thing that she wished she could do, but that the school wouldn't let her, was graphic design. That would require computers for all the students and she'd have to cut down on some of her other classes.
Soon she was pulled in the different directions again, getting more drinks and making sure that people were paying. When she looked back up, the boy was gone. She looked out across the dance floor, and smiled when she saw him dancing. She shook her head and went back to serving drinks, not being able to keep her attention to herself for very long. Just because she was a teacher and a bartender didn't mean that she stopped caring about the well being of her students when she wasn't in school. And being in a bar was something she was even more cautious about. Finally everyone at the bar was satisfied for the moment, and she poured herself another drink. Downing it, she put the glass back down and looked at the clock.
A little time later, the boy returned and asked for water. She smiled at him and nodded her head, filling the glass with ice then water. She put it down on the bar in front of him. "Good choice" she laughed and looked at him. She saw him glance up at the clock, and turned to do the same. It was getting late, but it wasn't nearly late enough. She still had a couple hours before she was out of here. She worked a lot, and now Indiana knew that. Teacher by day, barmaid by night. Perfect isn't it? She laughed a little and sighed, rubbing her eyes. He asked if she worked graveyard shift and she shook her head a little. "I get out at about 2 am" she said, looking back up at the clock.
His eyes met hers, and she smiled back at him. "how are you doing? And what are you doing here?" She asked curiously. She rested on the bar, and watched him. It wasn't much to do until the next wave of people came over and started screaming their drink orders at her. She should be getting a break soon, depending on when and how busy they got. She wasn't like most teachers, at all actually. She wanted the kids to know that they could actually talk to her about real life things, like drinking, drugs, and their problems. She did actually have more of a real life than most thought. Depression did that to her. They gave her the kick in the ass that she needed to know that not everything was really okay.
There were the times that she was happy, geuinely happy. Like she was now. There was rarely a time when she was at the club that she wasn't truly happy, but it did happen if something went wrong and knocked her into a mood. But even in the mood, she made sure that she tried to act happy, and that those around her weren't affected by her bad mood. If she actually had people that talked to her about things, maybe she wouldn't be so depressed. Maybe she'd be happy, have people to talk to might make her feel like she actually needs to be there for someone.
( tag ) indie
( word count ) 681
( music ) random family guy music
( notes ) ^.^ Daisy is ammused by Indie.
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Post by indiana emery rush on May 14, 2009 18:18:05 GMT -5
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[/b] He said and then rested an elbow on the bar, taking a sip from the water; sighing as the cool water soothed his aching throat. "I'm here because it's a lot better than there."There meaning home. He didn't stay in the dorms; but lived just down from the school. Though he loved both of his parents; he knew his father wasn't really his birth father but they had put him down as it. He often wondered who his real dad was. Problem was daddy dearest was starting to expect more and more from him and not the kinds of things Indie would normally do. His father wanted him to be some girls prince charming. But he was never going to do that. There were no illusions; he just liked boys better. And thought there had been a couple of girls he'd dated on short terms that had been different. He was sure now; or at least that's what he told himself. Girls never made him feel quite as breathless as the boys. So now his dad was forever telling him that this phase he's been on has to stop because he had to grow up and live up to his name. What name was that Daddy? "Why are you here? working obviously. But why? Teaching salary suck?"He was probably being a little rude in some peoples eyes. But Indie meant the best. He was just blunt. And as far as he was concerned she was asking him questions and so he had rights to ask her some as well. Besides she wouldn't tell him if she didn't want to. He was only asking the questions; she had no obligation to answer. "I'd rather sleep." He admitted with a light shrug of his shoulder. He took another drink of the water and drunk almost half; fighting the urge to burp. That was one bad habit he actually hated. But he knew how easy it was to just let it out without thinking. "I could sleep all day if I wanted."He could too; but there was so much that he wanted to do. He knew he could get his father into giving him note after note for his sleep-ins but he never did it. Instead he slept in study periods; setting up like this or tucked away somewhere. Even at a desk. He was like a cat with his little catnaps. "By the way... I think it sucks. That you have to work so much. Unless of course you enjoy it."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/SIZE][/ul] -----------------------------------words! [/color][/b] five-nine-eight
credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
wearing![/color][/b] buy a girl a drink?
tag![/color][/b] daisy!
notes![/color][/b] catnaps hehe![/center] |
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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 15, 2009 9:47:13 GMT -5
( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- Daisy nodded her head when he said he was comfortable, but it could be better. That was never a lie. Things could always be better if one thing was different, but they could always be worse if one thing was different too. "The night might pick up for you" she said, with a friendly smile. He said he was here because here was better than there, but of course, Daisy really had no idea where "there" was. All she could really assume where "there" would be. She studied his face, he seemed in thought and she watched him curiously.
"well as long as you're having an alright time" She said, standing up and getting a drink for someone that had walked and stood next to Indiana. She took the money and put it in the register, then handed him his drink. He screamed a thank you and put down a tip on the bar, and she picked it up. Pushing it inside her apron, she leaned back on the bar and looked at Indiana again. Still in thought it would seem, but she wouldn't ever begin to question what about. There were always questions she had for people, just to try and get to understand them better. This bitchy sweetheart was very good at reading people and giving them advice. If they asked for it of course. Pressing advice on unwilling people was like school.
He asked why Daisy was here and she laughed a little. Shaking her head she looked at him. "I got the job at the school, then started working here. I keep the teaching job to pay my bills, i do this because i like it." She said honestly. She hated working at the school, she hated being a teacher. No kids listening to her, no one taking her seriously, no one actually wanting to hear anything she had to say. At the bar, being a barmaid she actually felt pretty okay about herself and her life. "I don't like working at the school if i'm honest. I'd rather work here all the time." She said, getting herself a drink. He said that he'd rather sleep, and that he could sleep all day. Sleep. That was something that Daisy hadn't really gotten in ages. There were random nights where she got some, but much was never really an option unless she was sick, or something was seriously wrong.
"I'm an insomniac. I don't sleep very much" she sighed. "too many nights of doing this has left me unable to sleep very much. I get tired, but then I just lay there and think about whats going to happen the next day, or what happened that day." she said with a small shrug. She was used to it by now. Little sleep, students that didn't care about anyone but themselves, friends that only called when it was a good time for them. She laughed a little when he said that he thought it sucked. She nodded her head in agreement and looked around the bar. "This is where i would work all the time if i could." she said, looking back at Indie, smiling slightly.
She looked up at the clock, then back at Indie. "Gimme a sec." She said. She walked towards the back and came back out. She put the time into the clock and made herself a drink. "gonna go sit at a table over there, care to join me?" she asked, walking around the bar. She headed towards the table and slid in, sitting against the comfy booth of it. The one booth that was kept for the staff to use while on their break. She opened the bowl with pasta salad in it, and started eating. She crossed one leg over the other under the table, and started looking around. She hadn't seen any of her friends come in, but maybe they had. She'd be really upset if they'd come in and none of them came to see her, but what was she going to do? She was at work, it wasn't like she could just leave whenever she wanted.
( tag ) indie!
( word count ) 720
( music ) second chance ; shinedown
( notes ) Daisy and him are really connecting! YAY
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Post by indiana emery rush on May 18, 2009 14:45:39 GMT -5
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[/SIZE][/ul] -----------------------------------words! [/color][/b] eight-seven-four
credits![/color][/b] MOLLY FM? at CAUTION!
wearing![/color][/b] buy a girl a drink?
tag![/color][/b] daisy!
notes![/color][/b] completely fine!! mines worse![/center] |
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Post by daisy elizabeth shay on May 18, 2009 15:07:47 GMT -5
( I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME !! )-------------------------------------------------- Indiana had followed her and sat with her. Thinking over his question for a little bit, she finished the bite in her mouth and started to twirl the fork between her fingers. "Well," she started, not really knowing how to actualy start explaining it. Even she didn't know why she did it. She did, but not at the same time, if that made any sense to anyone but herself. "I love art. That's why i chose the job of the art teacher." she said. "The training wasn't so bad, it was a lot to do though. I mean, i suppose i thought it'd be different, but i knew what it would be like at the same time." she said, taking another bite of it. That was really only the beginning of his answer, and she planned on giving him the whole thing, since he asked.
"If i'm honest, the reason i hate the job, is because of the kids." she said, looking at him. "they have no respect, and they treat me like they don't need me." she said, shrugging and picked her drink up. Taking a sip of it, she set it down on the table and looked down at her food. Pushing some around for a minute, she sighed and looked back up at him. "And i do it because it was the best paying job at the time. Don't get me wrong, i make good money working here. And i do really really well with tips. But it's just not what i need" she said, trying to make sure she covered all the basis of his question. Well, all the basis of reason for her answer at least. There really wasn't more than that, unless she planned on telling him everything.
Mind as well, right? The students were going to find out sooner or later anyway. "Unforutnately, i have to quit here soon." she said, looking around the bar. Her eyes traveling over everyone on the dance floor, and up onto the dj booth. Then she looked up at the VIP rooms, and then finally at the bar. "i'm going to miss it a lot. but it wouldn't be right working here." she said, taking another forkful of food. She chewed slowly, and sighed, looking at the table. She'd been trying to completely avoid his gaze, almost afraid of him judging her over nothing. That was really the last thing that she wanted, someone else judging her and not really knowing anything about her. "Did you know my best friend works at the school with me?" She asked quietly.
He started talking about how he couldn't do anything that he didn't like doing, and she laughed a little. "sometimes it's easier said than done. There are times where you're really not left with any options and you just have to do what you can for the time, and try and look for something better." she said, her eyes finally looking up at him. "I thought for a while that this was going to be my escape. But i really can't work here while pregnant." She said, biting down on her lip. Her eyes fell away from his face almost as quickly as they'd been on him. She hadn't really just let that slip, had she? Well now she knew the new rumour that was going to be going around the school the next day. Taking another bite of her food, she continued staring at the table, just getting lost in her own thoughts again.
( tag ) indie bby!
( word count ) 630
( music ) Icewarm ; InMe
( notes ) whoops!!
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