This post has the following content warnings:
Nov 25, 2020 6:41 AM
sangrade soup and polar's meeting
Permalink

It's probably super skeevy when a random rich lady you met while waiting tables over the summer offers you a flight to the alps, even if it's just for getting the heating going in her fancy little cabin thing before she goes there for the holidays.  Like, that's not something people just do, even rich people who are as a breed weird and by definition aren't even inconvenienced by the cost of a plane ticket.

Ariel wishes he'd thought of that before accepting.

Still, he made it there all right, and there was, as described, no one there.  A brief stop the first day to turn up the heat, a few nights in a hotel with occasional trips back to get the water going and take care of other miscellaneous tasks, and then a week to himself in a little mountainside ditty.

- If it's going to be that long, then maybe it can be a week to herself.  Well, no, not a full week, but at least this evening and maybe a few days after.  Best to leave plenty of gap room just in case anyone shows up early.  She goes into town and finds a store and - buys something cheap and leaves and goes to the next town over and gets herself a skirt and a sweater and a barrette.  Objectively this was a terrible decision even though she's getting more money here than recently and it might lead to a bigger job in the future, but she can't quite bring herself to feel bad about it.

She should definitely aim for that job, though, so even though there's long enough before anyone else is coming that she'll have to do it again later, she puts on her new clothes and blasts pop in a way she doesn't when she has neighbors to worry about, sings along, and starts vaccuming.

Total: 197
Posts Per Page:
Permalink

There is someone standing in the doorway when she turns around from getting one of the corners.

Permalink

The note she - he, he feels very much like a guy all of a sudden with someone else to see - was holding cuts off into a surprised yell.  The rich lady said there wasn't anyone coming, so this is probably an intruder of some sort - is there anything he can use as a weapon; the vacuum's too unwieldy - not really - she doesn't really look like an intruder, she's just standing there looking equally confused to see him, and she's dressed nicely and doesn't have shoes on; that's probably not standard burgler behavior -

He turns off the vacuum and fumbles to find his phone so he can pause the Carly Rae coming from the sound system far too loudly to talk over.

Permalink

 

 

"Sorry for startling you."

Permalink

"Uh, no problem.  Miss.  I just - I wasn't told to expect anyone yet."  Probably.  Maybe he forgot, or maybe a text came in - it's probably rude to check his phone even briefly while she's trying to talk to him, so he'll just not do that.  He should definitely say something to explain the way he's dressed - obviously it can't be the truth - "Sorry about, um, this," he says, gesturing, "it's just - I really thought there wouldn't be - I had a dare, from some of my friends - but it was still very unprofessional, and - "

Permalink

"I don't mind."

Permalink

 

"Oh.  Okay.  I'll just - go change, then.  - Unless you wanted anything.  Which I can get you."

Permalink

 

"I don't need anything."

Permalink

"Okay, then."  And he leaves to do that.

His other clothes are not actually very great for being around fancy rich people who are probably involved somehow with the ones paying you, either, but he puts on jeans and a different sweater.  Makes a concession to - herself - the barrette isn't so bulky that it can't be clipped at the back without being visible; the hair above it is long enough to keep it covered.

She He takes a moment to try and process the situation, and heads back out.

"Hey, uh, miss, did you want me to clear out of the bedroom for you?"

Permalink

She looks up from her phone.  "No, I don't think that will be necessary."

Permalink

It's dark out and kind of late and it doesn't seem like she just came in to grab something, so probably she's planning on staying the night - but oh right, there's another bedroom.  It also isn't ready to be slept in, Ariel's pretty sure.  He's just - not going to ask about that, for now, though, she looks occupied and that's probably something he can figure out later.  He can just put away the vacuum, and wash the mug he used earlier, even though he just had water in it and it really doesn't need it since he'll almost certainly be using it again, and then he can . . . dust.  Dusting is a good activity that will keep him out of her way but also on hand to be interrupted if she needs something, and won't make it look like he's trying to hide from her and/or responsibility.

Permalink

She finishes whatever she was doing on her phone, then goes and sits on the couch and does absolutely nothing for several minutes.

Eventually: "You'e here because of my aunt, I presume?"

Permalink

This person is not the same race as the person who hired him.  - Could be through marriage.

"Depends who your aunt is, ma'am."

Permalink

"Kimberly Rohner."

Permalink

"Then yes.  Miss."

Permalink

She props her elbows on her knees and puts her face in her hands.

 

"If you skip the misses and ma'ams, I won't be the one to tell her."

Permalink

. . . huh.

"Sure."

Permalink

She doesn't seem very inclined to respond or move.

Permalink

 

 

"Are you like - feel free to tell me to go buzz off, but . . . are you okay?"

Permalink

Permalink

"Yeah, sorry, that's a hard question - um, are you sure you don't want anything?  A hot drink or some water or - something?"

Permalink

 

 

 

"That might be nice."

Permalink

If she wanted something specific she probably would have said that; Ariel goes off to grab something for her.

The kitchen is pretty sparse; he was going to go shopping later in the week.  Looks like he's limited to latte mix and water, which at least means he doesn't really have to make a decision?  He heats up a mug of water and tries to spoon the mix out of the can but finds it solid.  It does come apart after some determined jabbing with the plastic scoop it came with, but trying to stir it in leads more to clumps and slightly murky water than a proper drink.

He fills a glass with tap water and brings both that and the mug back over.

Permalink

She inspects the drink dubiously and takes a sip after a moment.  There's a slight change in her expression, but it's hard to tell if it's a grimace or something neutral.

"Thank you.  It's - I appreciate it."

Permalink

It is definitely a grimace.

"Hey, no problem.  Sorry it's - there isn't much here yet; I could go see if anywhere's open this late if you n - "

Permalink

"That's fine."

Total: 197
Posts Per Page: