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Post by Adam Hudson on Oct 22, 2009 19:06:57 GMT -5
Adam had only been in Louisiana for a few hours. Evan had picked him up from Shreveport and drove him to his girlfriend, Summer's house. Great girl too. Beautiful, Sexy and funny. Adam could see why Evan was so smitten with her. But now all three of them were headed to Merlotte's, as Summer hadn't managed to get around to filling up her kitchen with any food so decided to take Adam out for a meal on her.
"So this place is owned by your best friends, boyfriend?" Adam asked Summer with a look of respect aimed towards the bar owner that he'd yet to meet. He then turned to his elder cousin with a grin. "Man, your girl has some great connections." Adam looked over the outside of the bar from the busy parking lot. "Thanks again for this Summer, I appreciate it." his eyes glanced back towards the female Were.
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Post by Summer Morgan on Oct 22, 2009 20:01:35 GMT -5
Ugh. How embarassing, Summer thought to herself. Everything had went well so far with Evan's baby cousin, Adam. That was until Summer suggested something to eat. Old Mother Hubbard had nothing on her, literally all that Summer had in her kitchen was coffee, milk and sugar. So what to do? A trip out to Merlotte's. Let Adam see another side of Louisiana.
"So this place is owned by your best friends, boyfriend?"
Adam piped up when they arrived and drew up into the parking lot. Summer nodded with a smile. "Yup, this is Sam's place. Pretty impressive huh"
Adam turned back to talk to Evan and Summer just grinned, she was due to start work for Sam officially in the next few days, as he was kind enough to give her time off to settle into her new place. Summer had contemplated telling Adam about the Hooters-esque waitress outfits, but decided against it. She had to see his honest reaction to them. Mean but funny.
They all stepped out of Evan's truck and onto the gravel of the parking lot. Adam spoke again.
"Thanks again for this Summer, I appreciate it."
Summer could have just pinched his cheeks, he was just too d*mn adorable for words. Summer waved her hand, "Aw think nothing of it honestly. It's my own dumb fault for not having the foresight to put food in my refridgerator." she let out a small laugh and reached out her hand for Evan's.
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Post by Evan McCallister on Oct 23, 2009 1:34:59 GMT -5
Evan pulled up to the bar and parked his truck, he didn't know much about this bar except that they had good food. Oh, and the witch and the shifter thing. He acknowledged that Summer had good connections and he held the door open until she was able to get out of the cab.
The three of them walked toward the bar, he held the door open for the both of them, and then decided to head straight to a booth. His eyes scanned over the crowd..
He didn't see Brandy, or Sam there which meant they were probably off doing something together. Those two were pretty much inseparable, much like he had wanted to be with Summer. He looked around and spotted the red haired waitress - who seemed to be ignoring them.
Guess they weren't in her section.
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Post by Adam Hudson on Oct 23, 2009 9:53:18 GMT -5
Adam, Summer and Evan all walked inside the bar, taking a seat at a booth close to the bar. Adam saw a wisp of blonde hair out the corner of his eye and just as he turned his head towards it, it was gone. He kept his eyes focussed towards the bar, but nothing. He shrugged to himself, blaming his over active imagination.
He turned back to face Evan and Summer who had, as expected, sat next to each other. They looked so good together, Adam smiled at them both and secretly wished for a guardian angel or something, someone to help end his lonliness. He mentally picked himself up. He had promised no more moping, and wanted to remain as positive a person as he could.
"Nice place." Adam spoke up, breaking the silence between the trio, having another once round the bar with his eyes. Observing the place and all it had to offer. It was homely and inviting, this Sam guy obviously knew his customers well enough to know what they liked and it worked.
"What's good?" he looked to Summer, she had been here longer than Evan so figured she was the person to ask regarding something mouthwatering to eat.
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Post by haylee on Oct 23, 2009 14:18:07 GMT -5
While Haylee managed to "skate" past the bar area, her gaze captured a glimpse of Arlene. A fellow worker, one that she hadn't talked to much; as a matter of fact. Though, it didn't halt her from making a small jest while noting the woman to be motionless. "Shouldcha be work'in?" Briefly after speaking, her throat chuckled, though: The feisty redheaded woman didn't catch the humor. Arlene touched up her "unique" hairstyle; the kind that Terry said looked like a bomb went off. Right after sunset, pretty; in that right and began to roll her eyes, barking back.
"I'm resting, mind your own beeswax!" Just then, the phone managed to ring that Arlene grabbed it. "Merlot-" Trailing off within a sigh, "Lisa, come on now. We've been through this before, just slap some mayo on it. He'll eat anything!" Arlene spoke and thought, well, she didn't have "time" for this and gently parted with the phone and glanced around for Sam. Rubbing her temples, she decided to see how Terry was doing, what he was up to. Thinking of the perfect excuse to go see him.
Meanwhile, Haylee had taken off from the bar; right after the 'beeswax' comment. Ironic, in a way: She had work too. Refilling the ketchup bottles that were on the tables. For now, she went about collecting a few empty bottles. Placing them on a table, as she had a master plan. Gather everything in one spot and then refill, it would be a pain to lug one thing to the next spot. To her, it didn't feel to crowded, so it felt as if she could take her own time. She didn't even notice a table with Summer and her company, otherwise: She would've scooted right over!
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Post by Summer Morgan on Oct 24, 2009 21:57:06 GMT -5
Summer nodded in agreement with Adam, it was really a nice place to sit and just hang out with friends, "Oh yeah, it's got a great atmosphere and it's just really cosy." she smiled "and the staff ain't so bad either." it was as much as subtle hint to the unsuspecting Adam than it was a cheeky remark about having a job there. Summer was still a little amazed that Sam actually offered her a permanent job.
"What's good?"
Summer almost replied 'the cute blonde waitress', but kept her thoughts to herself. No point in building it up in his head. Let it happen a little naturally. "Hmmm, oh everything here rocks. The cook Lafayette is amazing." Summer noted, picking up the menu and handing it over to Adam. "So pretty much the burger and fries, his chili, the chicken in a basket. You really can't go wrong at Merlotte's for tasty food."
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Post by Adam Hudson on Oct 25, 2009 22:07:26 GMT -5
Adam nodded with a humble and thankful smile. He didn't need to say it aloud, Summer got the point. He was grateful for everything she was doing to help him out and Adam would be her perfect houseguest. Even if it meant going out for a drive on his own for a few hours to give her space with his cousin. They didn't need a third wheel hanging around all the time and hiding away in the guest bedroom wasn't an option if they needed real privacy.
Adam looked over the menu thoroughly, Summer was right. There were so many things to choose from. It was a hard decision, but Adam chose to stick to basics. "Burger and fries is fine thanks." Adam handed the menu back over, "You can't really go wrong with that."
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Post by haylee on Oct 26, 2009 20:32:39 GMT -5
So far, so good! Haylee exclaimed within thought as to regard her "master plan" of refilling ketchup bottles. It had finally been envisioned and it was enough to spark some confidence into her. With a tiny grin, Haylee felt that she was in the "home-stretch" of being finished. Well, perhaps true, as there was only a single bottle yet to fill. It couldn't be that hard. Oh, how IRONY loves to play with people when the least expect it. Especially as Haylee made a move for the said bottle. Wasn't going to be difficult at all. Nope! Right as she made the said "move," the bottle had started to slip from her grasp. It remained a mystery as to why it was slipping at all. "Shoot!" Came a low mutter while trying to get a handle on her problem. Though, to no avail when grasping the pesky bottle; not without a downfall.
As, oh you know a little-bit-of the-contents-began-to-escape-SPLAT! So, yep. A swift crimson stream had appeared: In such a splat, that held such a sickening noise. Even more disturbing when combining as to where it landed. On a customer! Sam, oh-he-was-going-to-fire-her-good. Arlene might like that; Haylee suspected for a split second and panicked. Nothing like this had ever happened before. "Oh, m-my gosh! I'm so so-.. sorry, I- well uh-napkins!" She couldn't even speak correctly when trying to figure out on how to clean the mess up, oh and water might help. KEY WORD BEING MIGHT!
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