paixaorpg | So this minion walks into a bar...[Complete]

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So this minion walks into a bar...[Complete]

Character(s): Megara, Tifa
Content: Meg looks for a job at the sexiest bar in town.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Midday, week 16
Warnings: None.

Tifa had seemed concerned. Heartless on the streets was apparently a constant threat, but based on what Meg had heard from various people, she might be one of the few with little reason to worry. After all, if Hades was one of the people controlling them, what was the likelihood that he'd risk one of his (or maybe only) pawns?

She sighed as she headed towards the G7 district, ducking her head. Maybe this was a bad idea. As long as Hades was here, she was a disaster waiting to happen to anyone around her. Tifa seemed like a nice girl, real helpful and friendly...she didn't deserve the fate that would no doubt befall her if Hades caught wind of this.

Meg stopped walking, crossed her arms and scowled at nothing for a moment before turning around and heading back the way she came. A few seconds later, she stopped again, sighing heavily, and turned around once more. It wouldn't hurt just to check the place out, right? As much as she liked the odd ambiance of The Cheap Prayer, she needed a new haunt. Not to mention she was absolutely famished.

So she made short work of the rest of the trip, finally coming across what looked like an old suite, abandoned for years but recently cleaned up to the best of its ability. The sign was clear as day, so this had to be it.

Megara pushed the door open, poking her head inside, one eyebrow arched. "Hello?"

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"Hello!" Tifa just completed the task of putting a few finishing touches on a plate of Japanese curry and rice, and had it piping hot ready for her prospective worker. She definitely didn't seem too picky over the network, but a hot meal never hurt anybody, did it? Putting it on a table, Tifa pulled a seat for Megara and approached her with a smile. "Do you happen to be Meg, by chance?" She asked, tossing aside some of her hair behind her shoulder.

Meg's style of dress certainly seemed a bit different from what Tifa was used to seeing in her own world, but it was curvy in all of the right places. Hopefully she wouldn't object to wearing an apron.

"That's right," she replied, entering the establishment entirely. The door closing behind her, Meg gave the place a cursory look -- it wasn't a bad looking place at all. Simple, nothing fancy, but it wasn't some sort of dive either. "I guess that makes you Tifa then?"

She brought her gaze down from the walls to the woman in question, blinking once at the surprising beauty of her. What was a woman like this doing in a bar? Well, it didn't matter. Actually, this worked out for the best: with someone as pretty as Tifa in the room, the usual creeps who would hit on Megara would undoubtedly be drawn to the busty brunette instead.

Meg smiled slightly.

"Yes, I'm the person you spoke to over the network." Tifa responded to Meg's affirmation. She then motioned to the seat in front of the plate of food she had just prepared. "Here you go; on the house." It was lucky enough to be able to find ingredients in this place, especially considering how odd Paixao seemed to Tifa considering the giant domes in the sky as well as the artificial flowers seemingly 'growing' all around. "The place is still a bit homely, I'm afraid, but with time I'll fix it up to be something really special."

Meg's smiled widened as she saw the food Tifa had prepared. Wordlessly, she walked quickly to the plate and sat down in front of it eagerly. She had no idea what it was but it smelled delicious. Rice, obviously...spiced in an odd way that wasn't at all unappealing. "Don't worry about it," she said absently, picking up a fork and digging in with barely the feminine grace she usually displayed. At least she waited until she swallowed to speak again. "Most people come into places like this for the food and drink and couldn't care less about what it looks like."

After a few more bites, she paused, fork frozen over the plate. She glanced at Tifa sheepishly. "Uh, this is really good. Thanks."

Relieved that Meg seemed to be enjoying the food, Tifa smiled as she took a seat across from Meg, making sure to give the woman some space. "It's nothing too fancy; after all, I specialize more in home cooking than something expected of a five star restaurant. I don't know exactly when I'll be open for business, but hopefully it will be soon. It's not like I'm running out od time or anything, right?" Tifa looked out the window, imagining in her mind how wonderful it would be if this were a place people could gather with friends and family with no worries.

As Tifa turned away to gaze out the window, Meg lifted her eyes from her plate and watched the other woman thoughtfully for a moment. Eating at a more sedate pace now, she looked down again. "So you're not interested in getting home?" She took another bite, glancing at Tifa again curiously. It seemed to her most people here were desperate to find a way out, not carve a niche for themselves and build a business.

... that was a good question.

"I... I'm not sure. Not right now, anyway." Tifa's raven tresses, from the angle she was looking, blocked Meg's view of her eyes, her lips were clearly visible as she stated so, however. "I've discovered that my friends are here. Some of them, anyway... but I can't find them. I don't know if we even come from the same time, but... why are they avoiding me? That worries me. Is he in pain, again? Does he not remember the times we spent together, or the promise we made under that star-filled sky on the water well?" Tifa's gaze lowered. "Or... the sacrifice our friend made on behalf of all of us?"

"Just as I thought he finally got over his guilt..." Tifa slowly turned back to Megara. "If he's trapped again, I want to be able to find him and help him, once more." A slight smile formed on her lips, though hesitantly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to ramble on."

Wow, talk about over-sharing. Meg had stopped eating entirely, watching Tifa talk with a blank expression on her face. Was she always this trusting with her personal business? That would end up hurting her if she wasn't careful. By the time Tifa turned back to Meg, she shrugged a bit and gave her a small, bemused smile.

"Hey, don't worry about it," she replied casually, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. "I mean, I didn't get a single thing you said after 'I can't find them,' but I don't need to understand." She tilted her head, the cool violet of her eyes no warmer despite the smile. "You might want to try calling them out specifically over the message board, though. Men can be pretty stupid."

Somebody who's so nonchalant and seemingly uncaring is one of the best people to open up to, unfortunately; luckily, though, Tifa wasn't trusting enough to give away specific details such as names, and she could pick up the hint that perhaps Meg wasn't all too interested in her story anyway despite asking Tifa about why she wanted to stay for a bit in Paixao.

"Clueless, too." Tifa responded with a nod in a kidding manner with a light chuckle. "I'll definitely give it a try. Anyway, I don't think there'll be any specific uniforms or anything, other than an apron if you want to not get dirty. Are you able to read and write?"

"It's a hard skill set but I think I'll be able to manage," Meg responded dryly, smiling a bit to let the other woman know she was kidding. "It's weird, though...with everyone coming in from different worlds, you'd think we wouldn't be able to understand each other. And yet..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders.

"Is there anything else I should know? What sort of customer are you looking to bring in?" Meg stood up from the table and began walking slowly around the room, occasionally touching something. She glanced at Tifa, one eyebrow arched. "What'll you do if some creep who can't get his pea-sized brain to understand what 'no' means comes crashing?"

Originally, there was a partition separating two halves of what Tifa claimed as Seventh Heaven; she took most of it down, but a small potion remained on the side. Standing up and moving toward the small piece of wall remaining, Tifa gingerly touched it as she looked back to Meg. "This would be far more of a family-oriented establishment, but should any sleazeball come by... well." With a swift kick, Tifa toppled the dilapidated wall down in a cloud of dust.

"... I was planning on taking it down, anyway." Tifa chuckled. "But as long as I'm here, I won't stand for any harassment whatsoever." There may have been a time when she was a bit shy about that sort of thing, but years of training and being around her friends, Tifa was able to stand up for herself.

Meg coughed a bit at the dust. "Well, alright then," she managed between coughs, eyeing the rubble with interest. She was that strong? This was turning out to be an even sweeter deal than she thought. Maybe she could even convince Tifa to teach her a thing or two. She didn't consider herself a fragile flower, so to speak, but physical fighting had never come easy for Meg.

As the dust cleared, she joined her new employer by the crumbled wall. She gave Tifa a genuine smile, small though it was, and held out her hand. "Looks like we're in business. Thanks for job, Tifa."

"It's good to have you aboard, Meg." Tifa took her hand and shook it. "And if you ever tire of the job or find something better, please don't feel obligated to stay; it's not like we have a contract or anything." Tifa attempted to assure her new employee.

"Want to take your food to go? I'll let you know once I gets things in enough shape to open up."

"Oh, good, because waitressing would really cut into my career goal as a shiftless hobo," Meg replied with a smirk, eyebrow raised. "Save it for me when I come back, will you? I'm stuffed." She shook the remaining dust out the flowing folds of her chiton and headed towards the door. She gave Tifa a wave over her shoulder, heavy-lidded eyes as distant and calculating as ever, despite the smile. "I'll be waiting for opening day. See you around, boss."

With that, she opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight, hips swaying.

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