Kirby had already started walking their way to work, they don’t have any transportation right now because their parents had cut them off financially the moment they turned 18 and continued on their trouble maker path. They hadn’t told anyone about it, instead they got the job at the Tombstone, even if it was across the city for them, and started trying to save to get them a car or a bike of some sort.
Halfway through their walk they checked their phone to see that they lost track of time and were actually going to be late for work…again. “Fuck.” Immediately Kirby took off running straight in the direction of the bar. By the time they arrived she was already 10 minutes late and that was the fourth time in the last two weeks. They do feel bad about it and it's never intentional. She just has poor time management and her “reliable” transportation are their feet.
“I’m really fucking sorry, I know I'm late again.” They pleaded at Rory as they were taking their bag off to put in the storage closet. “I know I say every time it won’t happen again but I promise this time it won’t.”
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