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[coop-c-blog]

A Good Foundation || Caps

Who. Even. Cared? That's all Cooper could think in his head over and over and over again as his manager lectured him on teaching customers shortcuts with their DIY projects. Apparently, they weren't supposed to be DIY. Apparently, at Lowe's, he was meant to emphasize their contracting assistance and payment plans for their renovations. Apparently, Lowe's is a stupid company.

Coop didn't believe in cheating a person just for a sale. A lot of these folks come in having no clue where to begin with patching the hole in their drywall or snaking their bathroom sink. But he knew, and that was what was important. That was the point. The point being thay he was there to help, for God's sake. So he helped and told them the best way to solve their problems on a budget. And apparently that was grounds for a firm re-learning of the company's customer service policies.

He nodded when he was supposed to and faked his humility the best he could before being allowed to return to the floor. God, he wondered if Joel had to put up with that sort of crap at the restaurant. Coop knew food service sucked, but maybe he should get his friend to get him a spot on the wait staff.

Wandering the aisles, he carefuly analyzed every customer he saw and weighed the pros and cons of approaching them to help. Most were definitely not worth the effort. Except for...

Coop nearly tripped as his feet backpedaled to the light aisle. He had barely seen her out the corner of his eye as he had passed, but that was enough for his body to move on its own accord. Suddenly, he was standing next to this beautiful, petite woman with her hair pulled up and her brow furrowed as she stared at the wall of fixtures with his mouth slightly open. Was his mouth open? Cooper Capanzano, say something! He choked slightly instead.

[dudenamedjude]

Close Encounters → Bianca + Jude

After being on tour for two weeks, Jude felt lie he was finally getting into the swing of things. He'd managed to become well acquainted with most of the people he worked with and, thanks to Reese, he hadn't had too much on his plate. Until Wednesday. Jude knew Reese hadn't been sleeping so when the red head had fallen asleep at her desk in the hotel room, he didn't have the heart to waker her up and put her to work. After putting her to bed, Jude had taken on the duties of tour manager, and it was only two hours in when he realized he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Needless to say, Jude ended the day with a headache and a promise to never try and do Reese's job again. Which was why he'd managed to pull a day off out of his sister and planned to make the best of it, at a pub. Being in Manchester for the first time, he felt it only right to find a well known pub and just let go. Jude wasn't much of a drinker, and the reasoning behind that was something he seldom touched on, the topic being too serious for discussion, and Jude himself being such a care free guy, refused to think too much about the less-amusing parts of himself. But for tonight, all of that was forgotten and by his sixth beer, Jude could barely remember his own name.

It was about ten thirty when he left the bar, mumbling something to passers by about how he had a tour to assist in the morning, but it wasn't until close to midnight that he found himself stumbling through the front doors of the five star hotel and into the elevator. The motion of the lift made the twenty one year old feel like he was floating, the sheer thought itself sending him into a fit of liquor induced giggles, causing him to almost miss his floor as the doors slid open. Jude, nearly falling on his face as he stepped out of the elevator, was far too occupied with keeping himself upright to notice anything around him. This included a brunette, who was walking straight towards him. It wasn't until Jude tripped over his own feet, stumbling into the poor girl, that he realized she was there. “Whoa, you're.. A person.” he murmured, righting himself but keeping his hands on the girl's shoulders so he could keep his balance. “You're...” he trailed off, looking at her intently, searching through his muddled brain for a name or even initials, “Be... Bia... Beyonce!” his face lit up as he yelled the name, a lopsided smile gracing his features as he puffed his chest out, proud of this seemingly monumental accomplishment of remembering someone's name.