ain't gonna lay low! [abby]

[❥ kimmy]

Saturday afternoon he was stuck doing host duty for a bunch of women. Didn’t he do enough for the female race? He cooked, and cleaned. He left them alone. He offered chocolate to weeping girls for their menstrual cycles. He left them alone. Was that not enough? No he was one of the only men working for a girl bakery and really starting to hate it. His cheeks were hurting from attempting to smile his way through the shift. It was starting to fail. His complimentary smiles eventually straightened out into blank expressions. He couldn’t help it really.

The blonde grumbled behind the counter he was leaning on. The café was full already and it was barely noon. He chewed on his lip as he eyes their customers, chatting idly. The blonde noted that most were females of all different ages. No doubt, in line to catch a glimpse of the elusive owner. Orville snorted, ignoring the cursory glances behind him. There was no way the pervert was coming out today. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if the useless man was in. Typical, not that he cared. No boss meant he could lounge around more than usual. Besides, he had work to do. College work that is. He needed to compose some kind of incredibly catchy summer song. All that came to mind however, was buzzing. Unnecessary buzzing from their customers. Why did they have to hang around here anyway? The café was up to capacity. If they weren’t going to buy anything they should have left by now. It wasn’t like Raven was going to fall head over heels for anyone soon.

The young man lifted a magenta gloved hand to tug at his collar. It was a little stuffy in there. Maybe he should head out. Checking the clock he frowned slightly. Still his shift, he couldn’t leave just yet. At least not with people around. He still had a bit longer on his break anyway. So there the man stood, ignoring any subtle glances down his way. He hummed to himself twirling a pen in his hand. He tried to think of catchy summer songs. The teen stood dissecting song after song for common things before attempting to hum himself a similar melody. He didn’t bother with worrying over the girls. He knew what they wanted and he knew that alone would keep them glued to their seats. The smell of freshly baked good wafted up to his nose from the kitchens. “Mmm…maybe I’ll take one of those. Almost done anyway.” He said to himself turning around to look into the kitchens. No, his boss definitely wasn’t there. Sorry girls. He smiled slightly, closing his eyes to enjoy the pleasant aroma. Freshly baked croissants? Oh lord, how good it smelled.
6959CD

[castra]

[style=margin-left:-15px;width:100px;height:100px;border: 5px solid A8A9A7;][/style][style=width:366px;border-bottom: 1px dashed A8A9A7;margin-top:-66px;text-align:right;text-transform:uppercase; color:AF8483;]trouble's what feels good to me[/style][style=width:350px; border-left: 5px double A8A9A7; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; padding-top:15px;margin-top:45px; text-transform:lowercase; padding-bottom:1px;]How the hell did she get stuck doing this on a bloody Saturday?! Saturday was a day for sleeping! Not waiting on people! It wouldn't be such a hassle if she had her own uniform back, but now Raven thought it would nice if the female employees wore skirts! Bull. Shit. Abby hated skirts, but more than wearing them she hated what happened to people when she did. Not just her either, all the waitresses were going through it. Although some liked the attention more than others.

Men were monkeys. It was the only explanation for how they changed around a woman wearing a skirt. They didn't evolve with the rest of humanity. Not that Cee was helping at all...but still. She restrained herself from dumping hot coffee on these people. She was tempted to hire some mafia guy to pose as her boyfriend, something to get these people to leave. Some of the men were here for the girls, but the vast majority were here for Raven. The ever-so-conveniently-absent boss.

She'd kill him.

Abby finally got a chance to pretend to be busy behind the counter, and decided she wanted to stay there. Understandably so. She was beginning to have a headache, there were too many people here today. its saturday! She wanted to tell these people. go home! She was fixing someone's refill of mocha when she noticed a particular slacker doing what he did best: slacking. There were people trying to get his attention and he was ignoring them.

At least she was giving the orders to someone else to take over! She shoved the mocha into another waitress's tray and told her the table before following Orville into the back. "and just what do you think you're doing?!" She barked. Yes, she was aware that it was close to his lunch break. They had the same lunch break, and Abby would head back to the ranch for her meal before coming back to her desires to strangle Raven. But for now, bitching at Orville for his laziness would be just fine with her.

"you're on the clock still stupid! you've gotta be working like the rest of us!"
[/style][style=width:366px;text-align:right;text-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; color:AF8483;font-size:8px;]made by reece of OTE

[❥ kimmy]

Orville’s eyes snapped open as a voice yelled angrily into his ears. His heart leapt with shock and fear before calming down. He eyed the redhead biting back the need to hiss ‘fire crotch’ and studied the girl. Since the uniform change all females were only permitted to wear skirts, which he didn’t particularly mind. At least they were tasteful. Anyway, he always thought women looked far more elegant in skirts or dresses. Though his coworker hadn’t thought so. He’d seen her through a hissy fit when Raven had announced the change. “You know, we wouldn’t lose too much revenue if you simple drop kicked whoever was groping your behind.” He stated attempting to pin point the source of anger from the girl. He supposed if he could find it and talk around it she’d calm down. “Personally I think the uniform is flattering on you.” He added with a simple shrug before glancing back at his empty pad where orders hadn’t been scribbled in.

He focused back on Abby, this time with a slight scowl. “Yes, I understand what time it is Grandmother Time. However, I’m simply taking a little break just like any other employee would after having to cater this many people.” He replied in annoyance. It was a miracle he hadn’t dropped anything. Not that he was allowed to carry much. Drinks were forbidden for Orville, but small things that he didn’t need a silver platter for were perfectly fine. Though usually he managed to get by with only order taking. He glanced back towards the storefront before lowering his voice a little more. “Anyway I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s not like they’re making that much of an effort to get my attention.” He added, a malicious smile graving his lips for a moment before his lips smoothed back into the usual straight line.

“The lot hasn’t given up of seeing our employer and I for one intend to enjoy their awkward suffering. I mean look at those guilty faces trying not to inhale muffin after chocolaty muffin, counting their calories, anxiously texting each other for more information him.” The young man continued, before turning his attention back to the notepad. “I’ll go back out there once I get these four or five notes written down. It’s leaning towards an erratic sound so maybe you’ll inspire something Abigail.” With that, Orville proceeded to continue ignoring his surroundings and back to contemplating music.

6959CD

[castra]

[style=margin-left:-15px;width:100px;height:100px;border: 5px solid A8A9A7;][/style][style=width:366px;border-bottom: 1px dashed A8A9A7;margin-top:-66px;text-align:right;text-transform:uppercase; color:AF8483;]trouble's what feels good to me[/style][style=width:350px; border-left: 5px double A8A9A7; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; padding-top:15px;margin-top:45px; text-transform:lowercase; padding-bottom:1px;]She rolled her eyes at Orville's 'solution'. It really wasn't much of one. "Yeah that's great." She snapped. "I'd just lose my job is all. No big deal." Her words were dripping with sarcasm, she was seething. If she were one of those cheesy cartoons, steam would be flooding out of her ears like a steam train on the move. Wait...did he just.... Abby couldn't believe her ears. That couldn't be a compliment. She just rolled her eyes in annoyance at him, he had to be trying to get out of working. "Flattery won't save your ass, Orville." She snapped. On the contrary, it seemed to only cook his goose more. She didn't like being embarrassed.

She narrowed her eyes at him when he called her that. Was he insinuating she was old?! Oh this kid was heading for a beating.... "Hey! I'm not your Grandma-" But he just kept talking. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy teaching him a lesson. Or two. Maybe three, just for kicks and giggles. She raised a brow at him as he mocked the customers. Geez. Sure she found it amusing sometimes, but most of the time it was just an annoyance. She despised fangirls and their squealing. "You might take enjoyment out of it, but I for one want them gone." She retorted, not bothering to disguise the glare she swept over the crowd.

People in general got on her nerves, some more than others. Unfortunately, and these kinds of people seemed to make a living pushing her buttons. Especially given Raven and Kagura were exes. This just...she hated her life in this moment. "The quicker they ingest enough to make themselves sick the quicker I'll be rid of them, and I'll be damned if you're going to slack on the job and get in my of-" God dammit all, interrupted again! She glared at him, as though she could kill him with simply her stare. Damn that notepad of his. "Can't you just wait until your break? Its in like...in ten minutes!" She crossed her arms when she realized he said she might inspire something. "And the only thing I'm going to inspire is your death certificate. Now do something! You're still on the clock for the love of God!" ...Wait a minute.

She was wasting time here. Abby rubbed her temples, now she had a migraine. She waved him away, giving up. He can waste someone else's time. She shot glares at people who tried to call her attention as she slipped into the back, going to drawer where the female employees kept all the useful medicines, like painkillers and Pamprin. But she didn't need a Pamprin, just one kick ass painkiller. And wouldn't you know it? There weren't any left. Just the chewable aspirins for people with heart conditions. "GAH!" She cried out in frustration as she slammed the drawer shut. These people were lucky she had some form of self control over herself. She glanced at the clock and decided to stop caring.

Abby went to duffel bag she kept in the back, filled with clothes to change into on breaks and when she got off work, and headed for the bathroom. When she emerged she was dressed in boot-cut dark denim jeans and a white cropped T-shirt, and she felt much better now. She returned the duffel bag to its spot and went out the back, taking a deep breath of freedom as she stretched her arms out as far as they could go. Damn the sunlight and the breeze felt good! It was getting into late summer, so there was a nice cool breeze to couple the warmth: a perfect balance. She looped her thumbs through the belt loops and looked around, considering having lunch out for a change. Her wallet was in her back pocket, she didn't carry a purse. She had enough to eat out. She started walking, and instead of leaving walked around the cafe.

She walked inside and looked for Orville, wondering if he wanted to head back to the ranch for lunch. They were...kinda friends. She might as well offer. "Hey! Lazy bum!" She called, eyes scanning for the blonde temp. "You still here? Orville?" Her voice just carried over the voices of the chattering people, just enough to reach the ears of her target. She hoped she wasn't talking to the air, she'd kill him the next time she saw him. Because it would totally be his fault i she was.
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[❥ kimmy]

The blonde was oblivious to the increasing frustration levels in the ginger that was currently attempting to push him towards working. He hadn’t meant to make her angry. Frankly he could never quite peg what exactly pushed Abby’s buttons. There was always something wrong with what he said or did or even how he said it or did it. He’d been trying to watch himself but the young man had already given up in tiptoeing over the eggshells that were Abagail Ekaitz. Honestly, she could consider that fact that he even replied or even listened to her a reward. After all he didn’t talk to just anyone! On the other hand he didn’t want to be pounded into the ground by Abby every time she saw him. So many the fact that he did anything under her orders was the fact that he was afraid of her. Any sane man without the proper body protection would be afraid. It couldn’t be just him.

He shrugged lightly. Orville hadn’t been leaning on flattery in the first place, not that she would believe him. It was just an observation. Another glance and he realized everything he’d said had really pissed the younger waitress off. Well he didn’t mean to interrupt; he had simply been telling her everything he thought at the moment. He wasn’t going to stop so she could put in a little pissy input. He chuckled at the implication that he actually enjoyed the mindless women that sat before him. Not a chance. He rarely liked anyone, much less the opposite sex. Not to say that he liked his own too much either. In those kinds of things he was rather apathetic. Music was a much more important use of his time than courting a girl or even guy. It seemed that his focus on his music wasn’t important to Abby. As if anything of his was really important to her. He glanced back at her as she began to put stress on her words.

That probably wasn’t good. He flinched slightly at the mention of a death certificate. He didn’t doubt that the red head could kill him and successfully hide his body. Then something seemed to snap just before she made upper her mind. In an instant all the fury was gone and replaced with exhaustion. Abby wasn’t out to get him or even continue to nag at him. He couldn’t help himself, the blonde grinned excitedly watching what she would do next. He waited a few moments before silently following her only to see that she was busy trying to find some sort of drug to calm her nerves. This was the perfect chance to strike. Now he could easily slip out on his lunch break. It would all be fine since it was coming up anyway. The blonde returned to his counter top ignoring yet again any needy customers and ripping off the page from hit notepad. Then the male turned back to snatch a couple of warm croissants from the kitchen and his backpack.

Orville yelped as he touched a hot bun before retracting his hand and quickly taking a few napkins and picking up his loot. His stomach was already rumbling by now. Sweet freedom was just so close and with that came delicious lunch! Quickly, the blonde walked out the back door and hid behind a dumpster. The teen quickly pulled off his waiter uniform and folded it neatly to put into the backpack before pulling out his jeans and jacket. He froze while pulling on his shirt just as the ginger emerged from the same door he had left just minutes earlier. Seemingly unnoticed the blonde waited for Abby to disappear before finally pulling on his favorite grey jacket and zipping up his pants.

Orville stuffed the rest of his things back into his bag and pulled in on. He might as well stop by home right? He could get a few more snacks to last him through the day. The male checked the croissants he’d previously taken from the Café’s kitchen before smiling to himself. Still warm~ He took a bite out of one of them and strolled out onto the street. Casually, he passed by the café before hearing his name called. He frowned, a little puzzled before swallowing and calling out to her. “I’m on break if you needed me.” He said loudly before taking another bite. “Heading out to pick up some lunch and you’re slowing me down right now.” Orville added, a small growl sounding from his stomach on cue. “You look off duty so why are you looking for me anyway?” the blonde asked after swallowing his buttery piece of bread.

6959CD

[castra]

[style=margin-left:-15px;width:100px;height:100px;border: 5px solid A8A9A7;][/style][style=width:366px;border-bottom: 1px dashed A8A9A7;margin-top:-66px;text-align:right;text-transform:uppercase; color:AF8483;]trouble's what feels good to me[/style][style=width:350px; border-left: 5px double A8A9A7; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; padding-top:15px;margin-top:45px; text-transform:lowercase; padding-bottom:1px;]She whirled around at the sound of Orville's voice, it wasn't coming the café, as expected. She glared at him for making her talk to herself there, because it obviously his fault. "'Course I'm off duty! She retorted. "I had to get the hell outta there before I killed someone!" She let the café door go to let it close, walking over to Orville rather casually considering she had just been yelling at him moments earlier.

"Anyway...I was heading back to the ranch for lunch and was wondering if you wanted to join me?" Her words were totally casual, not a single sign of nervousness to be heard or seen. Because she had no reason to be nervous, it wasn't like she was asking him out. They were friends (kinda) and she was just inviting him to lunch. Nothing more nothing less. In fact it didn't even really cross her mind.

[notes: uuuuugh soooo short OTL i'm so sorry! I was being pressed for time cause I was sneaking on!]
[/style][style=width:366px;text-align:right;text-size:8px; text-transform:uppercase; color:AF8483;font-size:8px;]made by reece of OTE