for themorals // T or C -verse

[theconsequences]

The nights were already getting warmer, and Mack always liked to take advantage of the comfortable weather. Usually by slipping on a tight dress and heading to a party, but the clock was moving to slow for her to think about anything beyond where the hell she put her eyeliner.

Mack slouched on the diner counter, her chin propped up on her fist, her eyes glazed over as if she was staring through the clock rather than at it. The diner was relatively busy, her tables neglected as she sighed heavily and finally turned to look at her fellow waitress.

"Izzy. Hey, Iz." She kept her voice low, trying to not to draw too much attention from the manager. Mack had already been yelled at twice today for loitering behind the counter and she highly suspected she might get fired the third time. Well, for the evening, anyway. There wasn't exactly a line out the door of people jumping for waitress jobs and Mack had already been "fired" at least five times in the last six months. "You gonna go with me to that party tonight or no?"

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[themorals]

Izzy was trying to refill the salt shakers, trying being the key word since Mack just seemed intent on not letting her finish her work. Sighing, she set the shaker down she'd just filled and reached for another one. She seriously just wanted to finish her work so she could get out of there.

She glanced over at Mack though, her eyebrows lifting a bit when she realized her friend wasn't doing anything. Ugh. That just meant that she was gonna have to help Mack finish her crap too otherwise they'd never get out of there.

"What?" she finally whispered back, nudging a shaker her way so she could at least pretend to be working.

[theconsequences]

Mack glanced around, catching the eye of the manager and she cleared her throat awkwardly. Reaching across the counter, she grabbed one of the salt shakers from the small collection Izzy had gathered and pretended to fill it up, but she managed to get more salt on the floor than she did in the little container.

"You know, dude's party. I don't know about you but after this shit-" Mack glanced towards the manager again, who happened to be glowering in her direction. Mack made a face and held up the shaker before turning her attention back to Izzy and dropping her voice to an even quieter whisper. "This crappy shift, we could use a drink. Or like, five."

[themorals]

Izzy glanced over at their manager and flashed him a bright smile before she turned her attention back to her salt shakers. She didn't get why Mack just pushed the dude like she did. She'd already been fired once, or maybe it was twice that month.

She shrugged her shoulders as she carefully poured salt into the shaker. "I dunno what you're talking about, I've had a good shift." And she had. She'd done her job and actually had made good tips, but then again she wasn't ignoring her tables either and she actually smiled at them.

"Why do you keep seeing how far you can push him?" Izzy asked, peeking at the manager. "You know how butthurt he gets when I end up having to help you at the end of our shift."

[theconsequences]

With a theatrical roll of her eyes, Mack shot another look at the manager. He seemed distracted talking to some patrons so she immediately abandoned her half-filled salt shaker, instead crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter.

"Puh-leeze. Stop acting like little miss sunshine. We work a crap job, crap hours and this place is crap." Mack kept shooting glances at the manager, although she didn't know why she cared. It wasn't like he would actually fire her. "Seriously, though, are you goin' with me or no?"

[themorals]

Izzy's lips pressed together in annoyance. She didn't get why Mack just always looked at the bad parts of everything. She knew they didn't have the best job in the world but it was a job and that was totally more than some people had. And it wasn't the worst job, they could have worked at a trash collector, right?

She sighed and reached up, brushing a whisp of hair out of her face with the back of her hand. "Duh, of course I'm gonna go with you. But first you gotta actually do your own end of shift work." She looked over at her friend, trying to shoot her a stern look. "I'm totally serious, Mack."

[theconsequences]

Of course, she was being Little Miss Responsible about it. If it was Mack's call, she'd rather they both skip out before closing time and leave it all to the boss. She couldn't really afford to lose her job, though, and there was a small part of her that was probably thankful that Izzy tried to keep her a little under control.

"Fine, fine, whatever. I'll do my work but no complaining and you have to stay at the party the whole time, comprendes?"