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homeless_pard) wrote2022-02-07 11:20 am
homeless_pard) wrote2022-02-07 11:20 am
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Well well well
Who: Beryl and Anita
When: A few days after Khem makes it home.
What: A good manager is having none of that shit.
Normally morning wasn't her shift, since Khem had been gone Requiem stayed open until just before dawn and she opened again after noon. With Khem back though, well, people had missed the woman so opening early again and letting folks know Khemrys would be able to see them again soon.
Beryl was not a morning person. It was the kind of situation that demanded coffee instead of the massive amounts of tea available, no matter the blends and effectiveness, well, coffee just had a taste that went straight to the brain. There was a small coffee shop just down the block from the shop so she was coming up the sidewalk with a cup in hand when she spotted the...problem.
The problem being a short, dark haired woman who'd be considered pale if she didn't know Khem and her skim milk complexion.
Oh, and the air of brittle, edge of her sanity badass nailed it.
Anita.
"Can I help you?"
The woman turned, leather jacket squeaking slightly, "who are you?"
"Management," she noted genially. "If you're here for the shop anyway."
"I'm looking for that b-...Khemrys."
Uh huh. Beryl snorted, unlocking the door, "she's resting and will be down when she wakes. Doctor's orders to take it easy."
"Oh, so she's hiding," Anita snorted, looking up at the upper windows.
"No, she was shot," Beryl sighed. "But think what you like." The door chimed gently as she opened it and got lights turned on.
"Shot? Sure," Anita snorted, looking in.
"It'll be a few hours probably," Beryl smiled. "You're welcome to wait. Why don't you come in?"
The woman blinked, looking up at the symbol above the door, rolling her eyes and...trying. She lifted a foot, and froze, comically, trying to force the limb across the threshold.
"Oh hey, did you see what was written above the door?" Beryl smirked slightly. "I mean, it's kind of like the Hippocratic oath really, all are welcome as long as there is no ill intent...weird huh?"
Anita set her foot down, shaking, "I have no ill intent!"
"Litttttle obvious that's a lie lady but sure."
"She's some kind of witch you know, and she hates me." Obviously there was some kind of hex against Anita specifically!
"Yeah, sure, girl doesn't know how to hate," Beryl chuckled, sipping her coffee at the counter. "But I guess with your driven attitude and such you could always be an exception." Hell, beryl was considering hating her for a variety of reasons of her own but that was neither here nor there!
"You're on her side because she's your employer," Anita noted darkly. "Otherwise you, as a woman, wouldn't be saying things like that." It was obvious really, men just fell all over her, but a business woman should be smarter than that...
Beryl couldn't help laughing at that, "you know, usually, if you see a problem with everyone you encounter, the problem if you you." Just. Saying.
Free advice.
"Nice help column bullshit," the necromancer snorted. "If she's really back she better be ready for what comes next."
"Are you threatening my friend?" Beryl asked mildly.
"I'm just saying it's hard for foreigners to run a business for long," she hissed.
"I assure you she's properly licensed and has her green card," Beryl sighed. "Want to pull the other leg?"
"I know the owner, and being banned from the premises won't make him happy."
"Jena Claude isn't banned," Beryl laughed. "But sure. Go tattle. See you later I assume?" she wiggled her fingers in a cheerful goodbye.
"This isn't over!"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll jump on her soon enough, probably at the club," Beryl sighed, "but maybe you'll be able to calm your tits before then hmmm?"
"WHAT?!"
"Exactly, can't be good for your blood pressure," Beryl sighed.
"Excuse me," an elderly woman murmured, stepping past Anita as she sputtered.
"Ah Mrs. Wan, your tea blend..."
Anita gaped for a long moment, unhappy with being ignored, but she still couldn't manage to get IN, then stormed off. After the customer left, well, Beryl sighed and fired off a text to Nathaniel. Nice to be warned when his live in bitch was going to be in a mood, right?
When: A few days after Khem makes it home.
What: A good manager is having none of that shit.
Normally morning wasn't her shift, since Khem had been gone Requiem stayed open until just before dawn and she opened again after noon. With Khem back though, well, people had missed the woman so opening early again and letting folks know Khemrys would be able to see them again soon.
Beryl was not a morning person. It was the kind of situation that demanded coffee instead of the massive amounts of tea available, no matter the blends and effectiveness, well, coffee just had a taste that went straight to the brain. There was a small coffee shop just down the block from the shop so she was coming up the sidewalk with a cup in hand when she spotted the...problem.
The problem being a short, dark haired woman who'd be considered pale if she didn't know Khem and her skim milk complexion.
Oh, and the air of brittle, edge of her sanity badass nailed it.
Anita.
"Can I help you?"
The woman turned, leather jacket squeaking slightly, "who are you?"
"Management," she noted genially. "If you're here for the shop anyway."
"I'm looking for that b-...Khemrys."
Uh huh. Beryl snorted, unlocking the door, "she's resting and will be down when she wakes. Doctor's orders to take it easy."
"Oh, so she's hiding," Anita snorted, looking up at the upper windows.
"No, she was shot," Beryl sighed. "But think what you like." The door chimed gently as she opened it and got lights turned on.
"Shot? Sure," Anita snorted, looking in.
"It'll be a few hours probably," Beryl smiled. "You're welcome to wait. Why don't you come in?"
The woman blinked, looking up at the symbol above the door, rolling her eyes and...trying. She lifted a foot, and froze, comically, trying to force the limb across the threshold.
"Oh hey, did you see what was written above the door?" Beryl smirked slightly. "I mean, it's kind of like the Hippocratic oath really, all are welcome as long as there is no ill intent...weird huh?"
Anita set her foot down, shaking, "I have no ill intent!"
"Litttttle obvious that's a lie lady but sure."
"She's some kind of witch you know, and she hates me." Obviously there was some kind of hex against Anita specifically!
"Yeah, sure, girl doesn't know how to hate," Beryl chuckled, sipping her coffee at the counter. "But I guess with your driven attitude and such you could always be an exception." Hell, beryl was considering hating her for a variety of reasons of her own but that was neither here nor there!
"You're on her side because she's your employer," Anita noted darkly. "Otherwise you, as a woman, wouldn't be saying things like that." It was obvious really, men just fell all over her, but a business woman should be smarter than that...
Beryl couldn't help laughing at that, "you know, usually, if you see a problem with everyone you encounter, the problem if you you." Just. Saying.
Free advice.
"Nice help column bullshit," the necromancer snorted. "If she's really back she better be ready for what comes next."
"Are you threatening my friend?" Beryl asked mildly.
"I'm just saying it's hard for foreigners to run a business for long," she hissed.
"I assure you she's properly licensed and has her green card," Beryl sighed. "Want to pull the other leg?"
"I know the owner, and being banned from the premises won't make him happy."
"Jena Claude isn't banned," Beryl laughed. "But sure. Go tattle. See you later I assume?" she wiggled her fingers in a cheerful goodbye.
"This isn't over!"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll jump on her soon enough, probably at the club," Beryl sighed, "but maybe you'll be able to calm your tits before then hmmm?"
"WHAT?!"
"Exactly, can't be good for your blood pressure," Beryl sighed.
"Excuse me," an elderly woman murmured, stepping past Anita as she sputtered.
"Ah Mrs. Wan, your tea blend..."
Anita gaped for a long moment, unhappy with being ignored, but she still couldn't manage to get IN, then stormed off. After the customer left, well, Beryl sighed and fired off a text to Nathaniel. Nice to be warned when his live in bitch was going to be in a mood, right?