kitten wrote:
no problem ~
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Pixie awoke abruptly from her alarm clock, ringing in the hour of 9 am. Rise and shine, time to get ready for work. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled over to the opposite side of the bed and slipped on her moccasins and proceeded to head to her closet. She pulled out her everyday uniform, a black button up polo with the hotel name on it and white tight pants. After getting dressed, she made her daily cup of coffee and read through one of the magazines she had laying on her table before she felt like leaving. The owner wasn't normally around, so Pixie could cut it as close as she could with everything basically. She tied up her white vans and locked her apartment, taking the stairs to the lobby to retrieve that god forsaken cart she had to push around everywhere she went.
Jake sat behind a desk that sat in his office, close to the dining area part of the hotel. He took another sip of coffee, reading the sports section of the newspaper. He sighed, standing up and walking out to see if any employees had shown up yet. He didn't hate his job, it was pretty fun sometimes, and he made good money. But sometimes he just wanted to move somewhere far away. But until then, this was a pretty sweet gig to be having at only 23 years old. He walked through the kitchen, greeting the cooks who were groggily turning on the stoves and preparing everything for the day.