Contrary to its rather sordid reputation, the Ark had been good for her. Yes, it was often dark and the things that happened in the background were more than likely not innocent, but for her it had become a haven of sorts. Losing herself not only in the tending of the bar before doors opened to the public, but even after once the place was filled to the brim and she was running from one end to the other until close hours later. She could charm even the most hardened heart that sat at the bar, an inherent gift that in the past yes she had used for her own devices, but it came in handy here as well. Marks were still marks after all, even if she had no intention of doing anything beyond making sure they were happy to leave her a tip when they left.
It was good work, and she was thankful for it, even more so to Raven who had helped her secure it. She had gotten to know the woman over the last few months and was surprised to find a friend alongside a coworker, and to be honest everyone she worked with had been welcoming. Of course Raven was the only one who knew her past, but it still made the place feel a bit like home.
She hurried around behind the bar, stocking things that had run low the night before. Cocktail napkins in their holders, straws refilled, coasters, barnuts, and all the accoutrements that were paired with the drinks. She had come in early to see to it all, honestly it was one of her favorite parts of the day that calm before the storm. These early hours of the afternoon were so quiet, the room holding such a different atmosphere with the lights on and no din to drown out the soft music she had playing overhead. And she was often alone until a little closer to open when the others would come in to help, it was her time to just zone in and focus on tasks that required little mental acuity. Things she could easily get lost in.
Humming softly to herself she moved with a methodical kind of grace that only came from repeating tasks over and over, most she did without even thinking as she flipped the damp rag over her shoulder once more. Lost in the menial tasks and the tune she hummed loosely she didn't notice Tetradore's approach until his voice softy called her name. "HOLY SHI-" She damn near jumped out of her skin, gasping louder than she would have liked as she turned around and locked her hazel eyes onto him. Perhaps it was more startling to find him so calmly seated behind the bar, she always thought she would catch him lurking overhead the next time they spoke. She clutched her heart in a terribly southern clichÃ©, but she couldn't quite help it.
Letting out a shaky laugh she spread her hands out on the bar and shook her head, shooting him a bemused look. "Darlin', you know I can get around unheard when I want, but you are something else." Her southern twang was terribly prominent in her surprise before she laughed again and focused in on the white bag he had set on the counter between them. She sniffed once, instantly picking up on the delicious scent of the cookies inside. Reaching out a hand she pulled the bag closer as he made the offer that she could have one if she wanted before stashing the rest. "You certainly know how to get someone to do what you want, I'm not sure what all I would do for a warm chocolate chip cookie."" She joked, digging into the bag and fishing out one of the gooey morsels. Perhaps not the best joke for an ex-criminal to make to her boss, but the surprise she felt at his sudden appearance had thoroughly disarmed her.
Which was likely for the best as ever since their first meeting she had silently been dreading running into him again. He had made his concern all too clear when she had originally been hired, perhaps for good reason, and she wasn't sure if his opinion had changed over the last few months. "I think I know a good spot, Raven mentioned he isn't too fond of water and I think I can get creative. Maybe you should drop that safe in the bath tub." Unwrapping the cookie she broke off a piece and popped it into her mouth, unable to suppress a pleasant sound at the delicious morsel. She hadn't had a fresh baked cookie in longer than she could remember at the moment. She was contemplating putting the rest in a zip lock bag and weighing it down in a bucket of water, despite never meeting Raven's husband she had mentioned a few things about him more than once. No one was in the Ark long before having to deal with his unique personality.
Her gaze pulled back to him as he questioned how she was liking things here. The normalcy of the whole situation was still a little baffling to the girl as she ran a hand through her hair which was messily pulled back at the base of her neck as always. "They've both been great, Mirna showing me the ropes at the beginning was a big help, and Raven's always been there should I need her." It was an odd feeling to think she had made friends with these women, a commodity she had not been afforded for many years. "Of course working here is a bit of a trial by fire it seems, nothing quite teaches you like jumping in feet first after all." She looked around the room for a moment with a fond smile before meeting his shockingly emerald gaze once more. "I don't know if I ever got to say thank you for giving me a chance." She swallowed, surprised by how much she meant it even more so after the time she had been able to spend here. "It, uh... I really appreciate it." It had been good for her, beyond having a place to go and keeping her so exhausted at night that she rarely had time for the nightmares that so often plagued her, it had made her feel a part of something. And she appreciated that most of all.
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