not even happening // number three

[saltgunning]

[So Dean's sitting in random cafe #39858, poring over a ratty newspaper with a pen in hand. He's muttering to himself and downing coffee like it's water.]

All of these jobs are crap. "Secretary"? "Janitor"? Freaking "day care monitor"?

[The paper is discarded like so much trash as he waves over the waitress. The way she simpers and sashays her

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[powersoul]

Beggars can't be choosers, unfortunately. I'm having trouble finding a job, too.

[saltgunning]

Guess not, but I haven't exactly got the life skills to even do half these things. From what I gather, not many people around here need what I've got to offer.

[he leans back in his seat and lifts his brows at her] You too, huh? Well, you know what they say. Misery loves company. [he gestures for her to sit in the empty seat opposite him in the booth.]

[powersoul]

Oh?

[pauses, and then sits down] Thank you.

[saltgunning]

I don't think this town's got the kind of creepy crawlies I'm used to fighting off.

Hey, don't mention it. [he leans forward, narrowing his eyes a bit in thought] Aren't you that- uh, weren't you the one handing out that booze a while back? Don't think I ever caught your name.

[mach_kick]

[Zell bites his lip and thinks] Well, I teach kids martial arts. Maybe you could give shooting lessons? They're probably always looking for competent instructors, at ranges or maybe even the military.

[saltgunning]

.. didn't even know they had that kind of thing around here. Military, I mean. It's just one city. But hey, it's worth a shot. Thanks for the idea.

How'd you get your gig, anyway?

[mach_kick]

By total accident. I was practicing at a park, and ended up with this swarm of interested kids around me. Then their mother's came over, and boom. Job.

... Of course, mine can't pay all the bills (since it's only a few kids and I only get paid once a month) but I bet yours would be more steady.

[einspruch]

Can you sing? Or play an instrument? The starving musician gig is popular with the Frauleins. [Grins.]

[zombie_pen]

[smirks]

Come on, Dean. I think you'd make a great day care monitor.

[dissimulatingly]

Join the mafia.