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@arabellvs-blog
“Oh, are you Town’s official stand-up comedian now? We’ve been in desperate need of one for years, frankly.”
“oh, i definitely am, but if i were a more honest civilian then i’d admit i steal my jokes from drunkards in the middle of the night.”
“You’d look sexy in the red suit, too.” She nodded once, taking a slice of the pizza and taking a bite, letting out a satisfied groan as she chewed and swallowed. “You know I love tacos. I’ll never say no to tacos.” She used the chair next to her to prop her feet up. “That’s cool. I’ll probably be out until about then anyway. You know I love my bar crawls.”
“you better visit me tonight or i’ll make sure you never see another taco for the rest of your life.” the threat was meaningless and literally anyone could tell. “i’ll even save the good liquor for you.” arabella winked at her roommate.
Lucas eyed Arabella as she took a beer from the cooler. He chuckled under his breath at her offer, shaking his head, “I’m alright, dear. I don’t drink much, especially on the job.” He rested his elbows against the bar top and leaned down, head cradled between his palms. His stare was vacant, zombie-like as he groaned, “No matter how borin’ this damn place can be.”
after finishing about half of the bottle, she leaned against the bar top. “what about a game? we’ve got some peanuts here and a completely passed out guy over there.” there had been a man whose head had been resting on the table for what seemed like hours. “we could see how many peanuts it takes to wake him up.”
Despite herself, Evans actually chuckled. “You’re right, that’s a pretty good one,” she admitted. “I’ve actually never heard that one before either so good work.”
“i’d pat myself on the back if i could actually reach it.” she brought her right hand to her left shoulder. “come find me on saturdays and i’m sure i’ll have some more.”
“Nope. It seems the student has already surpassed the teacher. But that probably happened ages ago, now that I think about it,” he commented with a laugh. “You’re not wrong about that. I’m surprised I even make it out of bed most days. They’re fine. They get worse every year but hey if they skip that’s one fewer problem for me.”
“guess that means you’ll have to crank it up a notch, doesn’t it?” she tilted her head, thinking about how she’d feel getting ready for classes in the morning. “they get worse? who would’ve thought that was possible, especially after my year. i thought we were quite a mess.”
“Huh?” Lucy turned abruptly as the strangers voiced sounded behind her. She had heard the joke before but, never being one to be a spoil-sport, she played along. “I don’t know, why did Cinderella suck at basketball?”
“because she kept running away from the ball.” her smile could barely be contained. it might not have been the best joke in the world but something about it just stuck with her.
“You know, I pride myself in my ability to get pretty much anyone I want, but even I can’t pick someone up using that little gem.” He shook his head laughing. “Good, so I wasn’t as drunk as I thought. Of course I’m going to be there. It’s Saturday isn’t it? Are you working?”
“i honestly think you’ll do a thousand times better with that joke. cross my heart and hope to die.” her fingers moved across her chest for emphasis. “you really don’t know what day it is anymore?” arabella couldn’t help but a chuckle a bit. “yeah. i work most nights, just never monday. that’s an ass of a day.”
Tilting her head to the side, Haley pursed her lips before she shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea. Why?” she asked, waiting to laugh.
“she kept running away from the ball! you can’t really play a decent game of basketball that way.” she wiggled her shoulders a bit, as if that would somehow help explain the hilarity she found in the joke.
Evans simply raised an eyebrow at the other. “Do I really want to know the answer to this? Is it actually going to make me laugh or are you just wasting both your time and mine?”
“you’ll laugh so hard, you’ll need to sit down for a breather... or maybe not. it’s just a great joke, okay? hear me out. cinderella sucks at basketball because she keeps running away from the ball.” she bit her bottom lip in anticipation, trying to see how the other would respond.
“Oh man, I love jokes like this.” Bodhi always had a thing jokes with a good punchline. “Is it because she always runs from the ball?” He cracked a grin, thinking his answer was quite clever.
“yes! that’s exactly it. it’s hilarious, right? well, maybe more clever than hilarious.” she shook her head slightly. “i wouldn’t have gotten it on my own, to be honest.”
Winter went back to her show as Arabella left, talking for a bit before she shot it back to music, just as she heard the girl return and smelled that sweet smell of pizza fill the studio. She could feel her mouth watering as she turned to face the other again, flashing her a wide grin and offering the girl a seat. “You’re truly the Flash, obviously.” She chuckled a bit, flipping open the box and grabbing a slice. “You can have a piece, if you want, unless you have to rush off to work right now, but I’ll save you a piece for when you get off if you want me to.”
“right? all i need is a red suit.” she joked before shaking her head. “i’ll probably snack on some pretzels and grab a taco or two after work. you want one? it’s taco tuesday so that place next to the cafe has a two for one deal. i can get some for you if you want, but i probably won’t be back until like one.”
Cringing, Alessia laughed. “Damn, you got awhile to go. Makes me very thankful I work days. I couldn’t survive the nights. I love my sleep too much.” Bartending seemed absolutely exhausting, and that was saying a lot coming from someone who spends seven hours a day with five year old. Taking one last swig of her beer, she pushed it back towards the girl. “One more please.” Looking around Alessia noticed the influx of people in the bar. There was a line of people waiting for the bouncers to let them in and several people creeping up behind her waiting for a bartender to take care of them. She slid her chair to the side a little bit so the reaching arms could successfully get their drinks without hitting her in the face.
“i think the nights are better for me. days are just boring.” nodding her head, she grabbed another bottle. arabella quickly handed it to the other in front of her. suddenly, she found herself swamped with drink orders. for about five minutes straight, arabella was grabbing glass after glass. once it started to die down a bit. she flashed a smile at the woman in front of her. “i love it.” pouring a shot of tequila, she slid it down the counter. “it’s so busy that i don’t have enough time to think about anything other than the drinks. plus, it’s loud and lively.” ducking behind the counter, she grabbed a few more drinks out. “kind of what i live for.” she shrugged her shoulders.
@lucasmallory
the bar was having a bit of a lull but it wasn’t unexpected. it was around two in the afternoon and most people were still at work. after serving a few day time regulars, she grabbed a beer. “what do you want? it’ll be on me.” arabella grinned at her co-worker as she raised the bottle to her lips.
Taking a long sip of her beer she sighed. Nothing like a cold belgian-white to start the night off. ·She picked at the label as she contemplated calling her Dad back. If it was important one of the others would call her. She’d check back in the morning. Lifting just her eyes to look back at the blonde she placed her beer flat.·“Family.” Her answer was short, but she didn’t have much else to say about it. Alessia wasn’t about to vent to the bartender about her family problems. Changing the subject she raised her head to actually look at the girl.·“How long are you here til? It’s deffinitely starting to pick up a bit, the night rush is coming in.”
she nodded her head. there were some people who opened up to her easily and there those who didn’t. arabella never minded either way. “until closing. my shift actually started about half an hour ago.” truth be told, arabella lived for the busy nights. it was the reason she chose to become a bartender. it was fun and gave her the opportunity to meet new people. her job was far from exhausting.
“I won’t go so far as to sew something onto your hand. That would hurt and I’m a little nicer than that.” She gave the woman a small wink, watching as she tucked her keys away. “See, that’s why I’m glad I work here. My schedule is set, no surprises, unless we’re doing some kind of event.” She chuckled a bit before answering the girls question. “Do they still have that cheeseburger pizza? Because that sounds fantastic. And you can just get a full one, I’ll take the leftovers home and have that while I binge watch something on Netflix.”
“but only a little, right?” she nodded her head. “cheeseburger pizza until next week, i think. i’ll be right back.” arabella turned around and headed out the door. when she got back to their apartment, she stuffed her and winter’s keys in her bag. it was a relatively quick trip and she found herself back in the radio station with a box of pizza and a pair of keys that didn’t belong to her. “here you go. what’d i tell you? i think i just gave usain bolt a run for his money.”
Sebastian snorted. “Right. Because there is no better way to pick up men than telling them jokes about Cinderella.” His eyes widened, and he pointed an accusatory finger at her. “Oh, I get it now. You stole the joke too!” He frowned, brows furrowing. “Please tell me I wasn’t that drunk man. I honestly don’t remember most of last night. Nothing after those body shots with that blond.”
“you never know. i bet if you use that joke, the chances of you getting laid increases tenfold.” she let out a laugh when he realized what she had been saying. “oh, you definitely weren’t. i don’t think you could ever grace anyone with a joke as amazing as the cinderella one, drunk or sober.” arabella snorted at sebastian’s remark. “round two tonight?”
“Disney jokes are definitely funnier when you are drunk or at least on your way of getting there.” He paused with a tilt of his head thinking about one. “I know a few and the only one I can think of put on the spot is ‘what is peter pan’s favorite restaurant?” He waited a beat before answering, “Wendy’s.”
“i was actually pretty buzzed last night.” she had a habit of pouring herself a drink every now and then and leaving some of her tips in the register. “oh, that’s a good one. i’ve never actually read peter pan, you know. i know there’s wendy and tinkerbell and captain hook but that’s where my knowledge ends.”
