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Title: Call Me
Author: ebonbird
Characters: Jun emancipated.
Summary: Jun was owner of the Snack J before she started active duty at 16 with the KNT? How'd she raise the capital?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tatsunoko, Co. not mine.
Jun showed up early for the interview. There was a mix-up right from the beginning.
"Show us your tits," the manager said. Jun looked around the dark and crowded office. The bank of close-circuit televisions she could see didn't show any views of the room. She figured there was a camera somewhere. She crossed her arms over her slight bust.
"I'm not a dancer." Not that she wasn't, but she had no interest dancing here.
"You're too young to work the bar," He said.
"I'm 22. My ID says--"
"Bullshit."
Jun had her wallet out and open. It was stuffed with credit cards, a library membership, an automotive club card and a discount wholesale store coupon. She'd put the wallet together based upon the contents of several she had lifted. There was also a picture of a dark-haired, green-eyed little girl that had come with a picture frame she'd bought from a discount department store.
Frugality was her by-word. She really needed to make enough to cover rent and living expenses.
Glaring down at her with one good eye, the manager examined the contents of her wallet with another. "You ain't twenty-two. You're..." His lips didn't quite move as he fell quiet and read the information.
Jun appreciated that he was playing stupid for his benefit. She attempted to do the same for her benefit. "I'll be twenty-two next week."
"Yeah right," he said after a moment. "I get fifteen percent of your tips, plus the house fee." Jun was prepared to give up half of her tips, but not to pay a house fee. "I'm not a dancer. I won't be dancing here."
"If you're gonna be flashing your tits for cash, you're paying the house fee."
Jun frowned. But this place was better than most. She liked the security escorts the employees got for their trips from the club and the parking lot, among other things.
"How much?"
"$250 on the weeknights. $325 on the weekends and Thursday."
She swallowed. "That's steep. How 'bout, $175 and--"
"If you're just a bartender it's not a problem. Is it?"
He had a point. She shook her head in agreement. He handed her back the wallet. His fingers lingered over hers.
She smiled up at him. "When can I start?"
"Tonight. Be here at 7:00. Wear all black. Makeup's required. Okay, kid?"
Excellent, she thought. "Thank you, Mr. Layne." Her preprogrammed pager went off with a shrill series of rings providing her with the cover she'd thought she'd need. She drew her fingers away from his, just as lingeringly as his fingers had touched hers. She then pulled her backpack to her chest and grinned. She pulled out the pager and deactivated it. "I have to go now." I'm pretending to be late.
He shook his head at her. Then suddenly said, "Where did you get this ID?"
She said, "The normal places. There's a department of motor vehicles not to far from my campus." Her smile appeared unstudied.
"Yeah. Right. They look real good. If I didn't know for a fact that you were fifth runner up for Junior Miss Jacaranda I wouldn't know that you're not really Jun Suan."
"Sorry, You've got me mistaken with someone else." She replied stiffly. Those beauty pageants were a lot harder to shake then she'd thought.
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Author: ebonbird
Characters: Jun emancipated.
Summary: Jun was owner of the Snack J before she started active duty at 16 with the KNT? How'd she raise the capital?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Tatsunoko, Co. not mine.
Jun showed up early for the interview. There was a mix-up right from the beginning.
"Show us your tits," the manager said. Jun looked around the dark and crowded office. The bank of close-circuit televisions she could see didn't show any views of the room. She figured there was a camera somewhere. She crossed her arms over her slight bust.
"I'm not a dancer." Not that she wasn't, but she had no interest dancing here.
"You're too young to work the bar," He said.
"I'm 22. My ID says--"
"Bullshit."
Jun had her wallet out and open. It was stuffed with credit cards, a library membership, an automotive club card and a discount wholesale store coupon. She'd put the wallet together based upon the contents of several she had lifted. There was also a picture of a dark-haired, green-eyed little girl that had come with a picture frame she'd bought from a discount department store.
Frugality was her by-word. She really needed to make enough to cover rent and living expenses.
Glaring down at her with one good eye, the manager examined the contents of her wallet with another. "You ain't twenty-two. You're..." His lips didn't quite move as he fell quiet and read the information.
Jun appreciated that he was playing stupid for his benefit. She attempted to do the same for her benefit. "I'll be twenty-two next week."
"Yeah right," he said after a moment. "I get fifteen percent of your tips, plus the house fee." Jun was prepared to give up half of her tips, but not to pay a house fee. "I'm not a dancer. I won't be dancing here."
"If you're gonna be flashing your tits for cash, you're paying the house fee."
Jun frowned. But this place was better than most. She liked the security escorts the employees got for their trips from the club and the parking lot, among other things.
"How much?"
"$250 on the weeknights. $325 on the weekends and Thursday."
She swallowed. "That's steep. How 'bout, $175 and--"
"If you're just a bartender it's not a problem. Is it?"
He had a point. She shook her head in agreement. He handed her back the wallet. His fingers lingered over hers.
She smiled up at him. "When can I start?"
"Tonight. Be here at 7:00. Wear all black. Makeup's required. Okay, kid?"
Excellent, she thought. "Thank you, Mr. Layne." Her preprogrammed pager went off with a shrill series of rings providing her with the cover she'd thought she'd need. She drew her fingers away from his, just as lingeringly as his fingers had touched hers. She then pulled her backpack to her chest and grinned. She pulled out the pager and deactivated it. "I have to go now." I'm pretending to be late.
He shook his head at her. Then suddenly said, "Where did you get this ID?"
She said, "The normal places. There's a department of motor vehicles not to far from my campus." Her smile appeared unstudied.
"Yeah. Right. They look real good. If I didn't know for a fact that you were fifth runner up for Junior Miss Jacaranda I wouldn't know that you're not really Jun Suan."
"Sorry, You've got me mistaken with someone else." She replied stiffly. Those beauty pageants were a lot harder to shake then she'd thought.
@ echives/ffnet
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