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Post by Beau on Apr 14, 2008 17:46:58 GMT -5
the kitchen the diner
With a swift movement, Caine had grasped three large skillets from their burners, whisking them to three different bowls, one for each meal. The meats and noodles poured from their saucepans and into the bowls, which were hastily grabbed by his spare hand and thrown onto the small counter, heating lamps turned on its highest level and blasting heat onto the food. “Rissotto Fontina on the fly! Riso Luganeghe and Baduzzi up!” He yelled to the waitresses, who had been looking quite bored, despite the dinner rush they’d been having for the last three hours. Caine had become quite irritable- he’d almost regretted writing ‘Italian Supper Night- all your favorite Italian dishes and more!’ on the specials board posted outside, and in clear view of all traffic.
He glared to the younger cook, whom had been in training. He nearly growled ‘out of my way,’ but thought better of it. Caine didn’t need a resignation from his own understudy. Instead, he stepped around the child-cook to grab another skillet, his eyes on the bill that had just been spit from the machine near the heating lamps. A waitress sauntered through the staff area before the kitchen, loading a few glasses with soft drinks. “We have a table of fifteen, Caine.” She said boredly, ignoring the look of pure hatred on his face. He’d been working for twelve hours straight and hadn’t received one break. Cursing loudly, he turned back to the meal he’d been cooking, after he smelled the almost too-well-done aroma.
Without much warning, he took the small chef coat off his large body and slammed it down on the counter after he had put the last two of his orders through the heating lamps. “I am taking a break!” He said loudly, grabbing a large bottle of beer from the refrigerator on his way to the bar, cursing softly beneath his breath. He was glad he was a renowned chef- there was no way that he would’ve been able to do this. Perhaps it was also because he’d been appointed head chef and kitchen manager, but nobody opposed his action. Even the young teenaged cook under his employ- the kid merely shrunk into a corner of his workplace and stayed well out of Caine’s way. But for now, Caine sat over the bar, watching the playoff hockey game on the large wide-screen, nodding to whatever regulars that had greeted him.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 14, 2008 18:08:06 GMT -5
Hair pulled back into a neat ponytail and the creases on the top of her head were gone as she stood at the counter drinking a soda watching the television. It was her third day on the job as a waitress and so far things were going well, she did get lots of tips. Maroon tee-shirt with the restraunts name on it as well as hers in cursive she had gotten some numbers from desperate singles. Oddly it seemed creepy but people in this town were amazingly laid back and relaxed. Caine was a cook and even after work when she was left to clean up and lock-up she barely talked to him. As she got a tap on her shoulders someone dragged her to a table as she left her soda behind. Walking with them willingly she grabbed a pen from one of the other girls as well as a pad of papers and looked at the small family. "Hello and welcome to Georgie's. What would you like?" Listening to each of the kids orders and then the couples she nodded and ripped the paper off.
"Order up!" Yelling it out she clipped it to the line and slid it down as the clink filled her ears. Cassie had recently been the first girl there and the last person out for the past three days being new and all. There was also a new cook who had been hitting on her when they had to lock the restraunt down each night, but she basically ignored him. Seven o' clock was when her shift had started and she had yet to take a break. One of the other girls was smiling at her as Cassie told her she was taking a break. Nodding she got Cassie's order and started for the table while Cassie walked towards her soda. Walking in the back she dumped it out and refilled it with a new drink as she walked to see the television again. Seeing Caine she felt like turning back around and heading into the traffic of work.
Putting the drink down at the bar she sighed and sat down on the chair and looked up hoping to maybe avoid him. Insecurities had been filling her since their little ride at the beach, it had been so enjoyable but they hadn't talked in several days. Patched jeans didn't seem like the rich girl routine and she had actually settled into a normal life style. Hair wasn't curled anymore and her make-up was caked on like it had been several days ago. Instead it was just a simple line of eye liner now on her eyes that was a light gray coloring. Lip gloss was also gone but was replaced by chap stick. Speaking of her eyes they looked at Caine for a minute before she turned back to see the television, hockey wasn't her thing but it was better than working. Taking a sip from the soda she snuck one more peek at Caine and felt a smile burning on her lips.
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Post by Beau on Apr 14, 2008 18:32:19 GMT -5
Caine had nearly slammed his fist on the bar in anger. The San Jose Sharks had been winning by three goals in the first period, thanks to Kiprusoff and the Flame’s horrible goalie. But, suddenly, Kiprusoff had been taken off the rink and into the pit, as the opposing team had suddenly gained control of the puck. Ignoring the massive boos from behind him, also angry at the Shark’s change in players, Caine settled down for a quick swig of his beer. He enjoyed every minute of his break; in a few minutes, the young cook would be yelling from the kitchen to get him back, after the table of fifteen had arrived. Caine groaned as Phaneuf shot a perfect goal, something that the Shark’s goalie could’ve easily saved if he was paying attention.
Suddenly, he noticed the familiar blonde take a seat a few chairs away from him. He felt a bit guilty- after the ride at the beach, things hadn’t been going so well. Caine had been too tempted to speak up, hoping that this would start a friendly conversation, but would be silenced by an order of fries, onion rings or a monster burger. But now, he finally had a chance. Arms crossed and pressed against the red wood of the bar, he glanced over with a weak smile. “Hey,” Caine broke the stiff silence as the regulars had their eyes glued to the screen, cheering when the Sharks’ goalie made a decent save. “How’s work for you?” Caine had made it a bit easier, if she hadn’t noticed, by asking the other waitresses to retrieve him more ingredients, inserts and his drinks.
The large pack of fifteen had soon sprouted in the doorway, waiting for the teenage hostess to show them to their large table. In a few minutes, the other ‘cook’ would be hissing at Caine to get his ass in there. “Uh oh.” Caine eyed the hungry crowd warily; now would’ve been a good time to steal the sign offering Italian dishes. “Italian night’s a bit of a pickle, eh?” He nodded, accent lacy and thick above the bar’s regulars who had been whispering in the background. He was still proud that Cassie had been doing as well as she was- even for tonight. Caine had figured her to be somewhat of a rich girl, who didn’t need to work, and now she was working in a slightly crummy diner? Then again, so was Caine, so he shouldn’t be thinking this.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 14, 2008 19:22:09 GMT -5
Eyes locked back onto the television she had only a quarter of her soda gone as people bumped into her back. A crowd had come in and the night was practically almost over, the restraunt closed in another two hours which meant that Cassie was the last to leave with the horny cook in training. Every night so far he kept touching her and she hurried her job of locking up leaving him inside to clean up but she always drove to the room she was renting. Turning to see Caine she let the normal expression cover her face as she heard him speak, all she did was nod at his hello. When he asked how she was her lips came off the straw as her lips opened almost in slow motion and the words came out. "Things are going okay. You?" Looking behind her almost half the people practically left the restraunt at the same time. Truth was it was Friday and a new movie had just been released in the next town over which meant probably that they were all going there for teh grand opening.
Listening to the bell ring as the orders flew in for the new crowd of fifteen or more, some number around there. Cassie wanted to go back and work but there really wasn't much to do and the waitresses were already starting to leave, which meant Cassie was one of three left around. Taking another sip of her soda her lips came back off the straw as she looked at Caine and back at the restraunt. There were four real tables still left one waiting for the check with a baby that was crying and squirming its way out of booster seat. "Looks like its gonna be an early night after that huge table." Eyes looking at the television before looking at him she raised an eyebrow and spoke again. "You gonna stay?" Truth was she'd rather have him around instead of the little pervertish teenager who was in training, and if Caine stayed it meant that kid could go home. Two hours left in the work day and only a few tables really left, the huge crowd that came in would probably leave early because of their four children crying.
Another sip of the soda she looked at one of the girls who was the cashier for the night who was waving her over so she could leave. Cassie wanted to stay right were she was as she shook her head and smiled, both of the girls smiled at each other. Another of the girls who was leaving walked over and whispered something into her ear which immediately made her cheeks turn a dark shade of red. Most of the girls had thought that she and Caine were a couple after seeing them on the beach that day and also the fact that she had given him all the orders instead of the training kid. Fact was Caine could be five years older than her and she sat there being a normal sixteen year old that wanted something to last in her life, rather than looks.
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Post by Beau on Apr 14, 2008 19:44:37 GMT -5
Caine winced at her nod; it seemed a bit cold to him. However, he shrugged thoughtfully when she replied, with a bit more warmth this time. “It is fine. Busy, tonight. That prick in the kitchen is slow.” He shrugged, turning to his beer momentarily and groaning when the Flames shot the puck in the net for yet another goal. He noticed her glance behind her, and followed it. Most had left, except for the crowd in the bar, eagerly watching the playoffs for the remainder of the season. He was glad it was morbidly empty- he could leave early for once, although he had worked overtime for the past few hours.
Caine sighed when the table of fifteen took their seats. Was it mandatory that Georgie’s was the only damned restaurant in the town? Cursing softly, he turned back to Cassie. He ignored the baby’s wails in the background- after growing up listening to three sister’s cries and protests for chores; he found that it was easily forgotten. “I hope. Twelve hours today, not too good.” He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand, taking another swig of his beer. “I will if you want me to.” Cheeks a scarlet, he shrugged as he muttered out his response. He wasn’t normally one to stay after work and clean up; it was his understudy’s job. After the kid had pointed out how hot Cassie was, Caine finally had a reason to send him home early.
Caine heard a small portion of the hissing of his fellow cook. He’d been attempting to flag him back to the kitchen, where a large order of appetizers had been spit out from the small machine that ejected each order on neat slips of paper. Caine was enjoying his break, even more so now that Cassie had shown up. He flustered when a fellow waitress, one who he bossed around regularly, whispered something in Cassie’s ear. Ignoring a final, frantic whisper from the other cook, he sighed. “I have to go. Come in the kitchen and visit me?” He said hopefully, getting up from his seat and grasping his beer. He waited for her answer before striding off to the kitchen.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 14, 2008 19:58:16 GMT -5
Smiling at him she let her lips open once more as she spoke about him staying. "I'd rather you be here than that kid." Looking at the trainee in the kitchen she wanted to point and laugh at him for some reason but partially she was snobby in some ways still. Looking at him and then back at the restraunt she heard him ask her to come to the kitchen. "To dirty. I'll be the waitress and then come visit you." Smiling she had moved towards him adn said it inches from his face with a smile. Turning around she grabbed her soda and headed for the kitchen as she tossed the cup into the sink before grabbing a few plates. Looking at Caine she dropped off the appetizers at the table of fifteen before turning around as one guy grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her back. Rolling her eyes she turned around with a smile moving onto her face, making that imaginary mask there now. He asked for another drink and slipped her a twenty in her hand as she turned around and dropped the act and tossed it into the tip jar with her name on it.
Awkwardly she decorated it with flowrs and a few smiley faces being sort of kiddish and scribbled her name on it like a four year old would. Grabbing a hair tie from her wrist she made her shirt a little tighter on the hips so it wouldn't be pulled again like that man had. Staring once more back at the kitchen she saw the kid starring at her as he made more food and he winked. Sticking her finger in her mouth she made a gagging appearance as she walked away back to another table to grab the check. Walking to Rachel, the cashier, she said a few things before grabbing the credit card and walking back. "Have a nice night." Waving at them she leaned on one leg with her arms crossed as she sighed and cleared a table. Tossing several of the plates into the sink in the kitchen she was practically about to break into a laughter as the trainee walked by her and touching her butt. Biting her lip she felt like turning around and slapping him, finally he walked by once more. Brushing his hand against her thigh she groaned and turned around.
"What the hell is your problem?" Her face was almost a dark red as she raised her hand to make a loud slap against his cheek. Everyone seemed to notice as they turned to see Cassie and the cook in training standing almost face to face. He towered her as he rubbed his hurt cheek. A smirk turned on her face as she stood on her toes for a minute and whispered in his ear, "Touch me again and a knife will be in your heart." Leaning back she walked away out to the table and grabbed a few orders on the way and delivered them as a few of the people in the big group left. Finally, the night was almost over for Cassie.
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Post by Beau on Apr 14, 2008 21:47:34 GMT -5
Caine’s face went from sullen to a frown, as though he were in disbelief of her words. She was working as a waitress for the crummiest of all restaurants, but then again Caine was cook. “I keep it clean...” He protested, ignoring the fact that her face was rather close to his. He had half the mind to lean in and kiss her, but it would be quite inappropriate. Instead, he crossed his heavily tattooed arms and rolled his eyes. “Yes, go play waitress.” His tone had false venom, but he turned on his heel and stalked off to the kitchen towards the pervish understudy. He raised his hand as though he were about to cuff him upside the head, but lowered it when he got to his three-quarters of the kitchen.
Caine was even more frustrated when the appetizers were simple. They were prepared beforehand, and only needed to be stuck in the microwave. For punishment, Caine had snagged the nearest rag, wet it down and twirled it up, whipping the kid harshly on the backside. He yelped, moving well away from Caine, tears almost welling in his eyes from pain. Grinning, he finished the orders and threw them under the lamps, waiting for the main courses. Soon enough, they had come and immediately, Caine pounced on the flurry of orders, tossing the easiest one to the lower cook. Caine managed to cook each dish in a matter of minutes- having nearly three servings per skillet on each burner; it had gone by really quickly. When Caine had caught the other cooks’ eyes wandering, he twirled the rag that had been over his shoulder threateningly, and he immediately bustled about.
Caine had been taking the handfuls (eight or nine) skillets in his hands to the dish pit when he heard the slap, and Cassie’s angry voice ring from just outside the kitchen. Eyebrows furrowed, he flexed his bare, tattooed arms and went out to see what the commotion was. From what he’d gathered, the cook had inappropriately touched Cassie. Furious, he cuffed the kid upside the head, eyes venomous and looking like freshly sharpened daggers. “Scarica l'inferno fuori della mia cucina. Sei licenziato-out! Essere fortunati non è uccidere o premendo spese! Io non aspettarsi che siete fuori dalla gancio per ora!” He shouted, shoving his shoulder roughly towards the door. Finally, once the kid nearly ran from the restaurant, he stalked back into the kitchen.
After cleaning up, he glanced underneath the heating lamps, into the restaurant. He’d seen Cassie walking aimlessly about. He didn’t need a clock to tell him her shift was nearly done- the bar regulars had left, disappointed that Sharks were now out, the table of fifteen had already been cleaned and tables back to their original spots. Once he’d caught her eye, he’d mouth, “Come see me.” And nod his head back to his kitchen.
“Get the hell out of my kitchen. You are fired- out! Be lucky she isn't killing you or pressing charges! I wouldn't expect that you're off the hook for now!”
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 15, 2008 5:59:34 GMT -5
Some of he rhair falling from the neat styled pontail it was starting to fall out on the sides as some of it got in her face. Tripping as she walked to the other side of the table the wet cloth landed on her shirt. Sighing she had a feeling her day couldn't get any worse as she turned around to see what Caine was doing she saw him lip something. Whipping her head back around the last of everyone left for the day leaving Caine and Cassie alone in the restraunt, all though it should have been just Cassie. Grabbing the last of the dishes from a table she walked back into the kitchen and placed then down in the sink. Fingers slid onto one of the rags as she squirted dish cleaner on it, dipped it in water, then started scrapping one of the dishes. "So what did you want?" Without turning around she continued with the dishes, scrubbing at them furiously. Now that she was worked up after slapping that kid she had the urges to slap someone else but only Caine was left, she wouldn't hurt him for no reason.
Sighing deeply she whipped her entire body to the right and turned the radio up almost as high as it would go. Words could still be heard but not outside the kitchen as popped back the bar entrance only and walked into the kitchen. Things were almost all going wrong today, this week, for a long time in her life things had been falling apart. Right now she was lucky to have Caine there instead of that kid, it made her feel some sort of safeness that hadn't been there. Jeans with a hole right on the thigh had a somewhat dead beat patch over it that was starting to peel off stich-by-stitch. Music blaring in her ears she felt a sense of calmness and as if she could release herself but still forsome reason she was worked up.
Turning herself back to the dishes she continued her scrubbing as she tossed each one into the sink next to her filled with water. Half the dishes were complete when she felt a breeze on her ankle, looking down she saw nothing and forgot that Caine was even there. Muttering under her breath she was practically just cursing instead of saying real words. Breathing ever so slowly her shoes had started to get crud and what not on them, thank god she had other shoes. Adidas flip-flops, and so many more shoes were assorted in her little room that she rented and hadn't planned on staying in. All she really needed was an apartment with someone else in it because she hated to be alone. Turning around she looked at Caine and took another breath.
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Post by Beau on Apr 15, 2008 19:44:59 GMT -5
Caine chuckled when she tripped a bit, stifling it by turning and pretending something on the oven had captured his attention. His chuckles were unheard, thankfully, as he bit down on his fist to prevent it. He busied himself while Cassie grabbed the last of the dishes by filling a skillet with a bit of risotto, preparing his own, and if she wished, Cassie’s meal. It smelled wonderful, and because it was Caine’s own recipe, it would taste even better. He swirled the pans contents around absent-mindedly, adding small dashes of the cooking wine and a bit of red paste from one of the inserts, until he heard the familiar, silvery voice of Cassie.
“You didn’t come visit me. Even when I fired that kid.” He frowned, not looking up from the delicious-smelling pasta, giving it a spontaneous swirl in the air to mix the pasta’s sauce about. “Or was playing waitress too tough?” He joked, crossing the kitchen slowly, eyeing her as she made way to the dish pit where she started scrubbing the plates. He tossed the pan in the salamander, which had been set on low heat, and went to join her with washing the remaining dishes. Instead of grabbing a pair of latex gloves, he grasped the large hose above the dish pit, and began blasting away the food remains with high-pressure, steaming water.
He glanced over his shoulder, setting a plate on the wash rack, which had accumulated quickly. “Do you want to have dinner?” He offered, inhaling the scent of his famous Risotto Fontina that had been slowly simmering beneath the constant heat of the salamander. It was mouthwatering. He finished a few more plates before he noticed the soiled stack had run out, and moved on to cutlery, which had been cleaned in a matter of seconds. “I am a very, very extraordinary chef.” He grinned. Apparently, modesty wasn’t Caine’s thing.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 16, 2008 6:16:00 GMT -5
Rolling her eyes at what he said she took another deep breath and smelt the air. His other words were completely ignored as she heard him ask about dinner. Clapping her hands together she rubbed them together and smiled, "It all depends. What's for dinner?" Static in the radio started to crack through as Cassie reached over the counter as she reached for it and gave it a good whack. To short to basically reached it she managed by pulling herself on the counter and turning ir on or off. As more static just poured through she felt the same breeze on her back. Turning it off she pulled her shirt down and her cheeks turned a little red. "Well if we are going to have dinner it could be in front of the television OR we could just sit and talk. All though I like the first one." Shrugging she looked like a kid with guilt inside them as she walked out of the kitchen and back into the restraunt as she walked to the front. Turning the sign over to read in big red letters, CLOSED. Flicking the lights off for the front of the building outside, it looked amazingly dark outside.
It sort of seemed creepy, like one of those movies when it was completely dark outside and they worried something would jump out and kill them. Thank god though she wasn't going home for a little, instead she was going to stay with Caine, the one she had a crush on. Not major, not tiny, but right inbetween which sort of put her in an akward place only before one of the other waitresses liked him to. Ever since Cassie had been working there it seemed that she was trying to make her jealous and sometimes she got mad. Now and again the girl, Nicole, would just talk to him in that disgusting flirty voice and twirl her hair. Now and again looking at Cassie who looked at Nicole as they talked. Walking to the counter that met with the kitchen she looked at Caine. Leaning on th ecounter her arms sat on the counter as she looked straight at him with a smile on her face. "Do you like Nicole?" Blond hair had some soap and water in it already but still it looked okay, somewhat cute.
Watching him she had a raised eyebrow and just turned around at the sound of something falling at one of the tables. Spinning around she saw a cat, a tan cat with black points. "Awe!" Approaching the cat slowly she raised her hand as she sat a few feet away she felt the cold nose against her finger. Purring began as Cassie balanced herself on her feet and felt the cat rub against her hand. "Good girl." A whispering tone she slowly let her hand fall under the cats stomach and picked him up placing him in her arms. "Where'd he come from you think?" Looking at the cat he started to lick her finger as she walked him into the kitch and placed him down on the counter. Grabbing a saucer and she grabbed the milk and let it pour into it as she placed it near the cat. Looking at Caine she had a small smile and rubbed the cat with a soft touch.
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Post by Beau on Apr 17, 2008 19:01:18 GMT -5
Caine had grasped a pan that had been caked with burnt pasta thanks to his now-fired understudy. He bit his tongue in frustration, using a flat-ended spatula to scrape off whatever he could. “Risotto Fontina,” He said through clenched teeth, muscles straining to pry the noodles from the pan. It was tough- the pasta had been burnt black, and the sauce a disgusting blood-red. If this had gone on any longer, his recently hired cook would become unemployed in a heart-beat. In exasperation, he tossed the clean pan into the clean rack, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow as he eyed the rest of the cleaner pans, still in need of a scrubbing. At least he had his work cut out for him- he had a helper.
After tossing the remaining stack of pans in the rack, he washed his hands quickly, tearing off his chef gear and tossing it into a large linen basket. The pan that had been under the salamander had been smelling absolutely delicious, and he was quite excited to see his creation. It was simmering beautifully, and Caine was too excited to eat it, although he’d tasted the same dish millions of times before. He opened the fridge at his knees, drawing out an apple, slicing it quickly on the cutting board before him. Caine could feel Cassie’s eyes on him, unsure whether they were judgmental, angry or menacing. He glanced up for a moment when she spoke, and his eyebrow rose in question. “Who?” Caine quickly glanced down to the fruit he’d been cutting, throwing the sliced pieces on a large, thick white plate.
“Oh, the blonde. She’s cute, why?” He asked, grasping the pan of Risotto, and using his steel tongs to guide the contents onto the plate, reaching into one of the metal inserts to pull a bit of parsley and sprinkling it on top of the pasta and sauce. He grabbed the plate, but quickly set it when she had brought a cat into the kitchen. “No! No animals in my kitchen!” He said quickly, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t enjoy having cat hair on his spotless floors, or somehow in the inserts and food. It wasn’t good for business. “I leave scraps out in the alley every night. Must’ve got in after the trash was taken out or something.” Caine shrugged, eyeing the steaming plate of Risotto.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Apr 17, 2008 19:17:32 GMT -5
Smiling and then looking back at Caine with a strong look in her eyes she picked up the cat. Sticking her nose in the air she walked like a rich brat out of the kitchen to the bar were she set the cat down and climbed up as well and sat down cross legged. Immediately the cat again began to rub against Cassie, it tickled sort of as she laughed. "I was just wondering if you liked her is all. After all ever since I got here she thinks we're like dating or something." Even the thought of that had to make her laugh as she coughed afterwards and pet the cat some more. No collar or anything, she seemed a little underfed, maybe Cassie could take the cute kitty-cat home with her, well her small room she was renting. Not really an apartment because it was like half the size, she just needed a room mate then she'd get a place. Turning she grabbed the remote off the other side of the counter, almost falling in the process as the cat sat there and looked at Caine.
Flipping the television back on it was a basketball game before she turned it a few channels to a Hollywood style event, truth was it was in New York City. Smile on Cassie face she waved at Caine to come over, "Hurry! Hurry!" Turning back from him she looked at the television and smiled as her mother came onto the screen walking the carpet. Wearing a long designer dress with pearl earings and necklace to match it was simply amazing. Brunette colored hair was pulled into a five hundred dollar hair style of a bun really, unlike Cassie's was free that day. High heels shoes made the outfit come together as she saw her mother shake hands with famous people, that would have been her mother and Cassie. Leaving for Fairfield to live an average life had seemed awkward and seeing her mother in the spotlight once more made her wanna go back there. Leaning back on her hands she had an inch of space until she was leaning on air. Her legs were now held tighter to her body as she looked admiring the people walking down and into the theater. Sadly her mother didn't invite her until Cassie saw a man walk next to her mom and kiss her on the lips.
Suddenly her jaw basically dropped open as the man wrapped his arms around her mother's waist. She just wanted to cry, even at sixteen she couldn't get over it, Cassie's mom had promised to never get involved again because she knew it would hurt Cassie. Looks like when she left she was inbetween the sheets with a man, Cassie wanted to punch both of them. Leaning straight she sighed and leaned back again. Feeling no counter she started to tip backwards. It seemed almost in slow motion, one thing Cassie was sitting on the bar next thing she was moving through the air ever so slowly. Right now she knew the world was falling from beneath her and she wanted something to land into that would make her feel better. All she needed was anything, someone to catch her, laughing at her, all those emotions would make her feel two times better than she was. But what? Or who?
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