Groovin n Sploogin (my SRP hangout)

[fukensploogin]

Woo hoo! Okay, so, uh, welcome to my parent's basement. Like the tie-dye? It's all good, man. Hop on the couch, sit back, enjoy the tunage and let's come up with some wicked sweet ideas for hot new SRP threads.

 

[EvelynTreemont]

*claims the couch*

Hi there!

 

[fukensploogin]

good day. so what kind of job should we have?

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Hmmm....
How about hotel service or something? Lots of pissy customers and empty rooms to play in!

 

[fukensploogin]

i never would have thought of that. good idea, though. how about in a restaurant or bar connected to a hotel?

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Sure, we can be like... the managers that the servers or counter people get when someone gives them a hard time.

 

[fukensploogin]

don't you just love those people that create problems just so they have something to bitch about?

 

[EvelynTreemont]

yes, if by love you mean want to set on fire.

I used to work at a jewelry counter in a discount department store. It was.... an enlightening experience.

 

[fukensploogin]

wow. that sounds great. i used to sell overpriced sunglasses. now i make overpriced lattes for crazy hippie yuppies, who just love the shit. but there's always someone...

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Ah yes, the beauty of capitalism. The history major in me loves it. The Labor historian in me thinks it is the root of all evil.

 

[fukensploogin]

that must drive you batshit crazy. i grew up in labor and i'm constantly butting heads with myself because i always find myself agreeing with libertarians.

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Oh no, see. I am a moderate, so I get to poke holes in all politics. I am not like, a socialist or something, I just love working class history.

 

[fukensploogin]

i'm always finding myself torn from one extreme to another. so i try to mostly not think about it, vote green, and focus on more creative endeavors.

so... back to our thread? i have this so far:



Tommy O'Rourke: 5'10", curly brown hair, brown eyes, nice tan, athletic build, about 170lbs. He has a nice smile and an easy-going air about him. He's usually in a good mood, and projects a positive energy that helps a lot when those pissy customers come in, bitching and moaning about this and that, and all they want is a deal or a discount or a little something for nothing.

He was an assistant manager at the chain restaurant that sat connected to the lobby of a high-rise downtown hotel. He's been working there for about a year now. Mostly, his job consists of running interference so the general manager can focus on other things than appeasing bitchy patrons.

He didn't really like his job, but it paid pretty well, the tips were usually good, and the food wasn't that bad. The real reason he stayed was for her...

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Lia Tsaliotis, 5'8, long medium brown hair, blue eyes.

Lia was the front desk manager for a major hotel. Her job was tiring, tedious, thankless and infinitely boring. The restaraunt manger, however, was far from any of those things. Thus, Lia found her job applications gathering dust on her kitchen counter. She had a wry grin on her face as she strode confidently into the hotel. A graduate of a very prestigous university with a degree in Hospitality management, Lia was in her element. Unfortunately, her element had deemed her unfit for a recent promotion, but that only meant she saw Mr. Delicious in the restaraunt all the more often. A small price to pay, she surmised.

 

[fukensploogin]

i think this could be interesting. or at least fun! sadly, the time has come for me to leave for the evening, but i'll post up a thread for us first thing tomorrow.

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Whee!

I have returned to up my post count....

 

[fukensploogin]

yay! i've got an hour before it's time to go to work again

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Yay...
Did you make us a thread, or did we just want to do it here? *brain like seive*

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Oh!
posting again.... 27 here we come...

 

[fukensploogin]

i kind of like that it'll cause the name of the thread to be totally worthless and confusing.

Tommy finally got to sit down. He'd been on his feet for too many hours, talking to too many customers: "How was your meal? Everything okay? No? What can I do for you? She said what? Are you sure? Blah blah blah blah..."

He took his seat away from all the hustle and bustle, the screaming cooks and surly bartenders, out in the lobby of the hotel, in a big comfy chair. There several scattered about the spacious lobby, and some sofas. He had a cold beer in his hand. His shift was over. He desperately needed a cigarette. He'd run out. He was trying to quit anyway, but this was not a job you took if you wanted to quit smoking.

He took a drink from his beer, looked up at the ceiling of the hotel lobby. He rolled his head to the side and he saw the reception desk.

Lia. It always made his day to see her; she was too easy on the eyes not to make one happy to be alive. And there she was, on the phone, talking very directly and professionally. There was nobody standing in line.

Suddenly his boss was calling after him. "Tommy, Tommy!" He ran into the lobby, found him. "Tommy, I'll pay you an extra fifty bucks cash if you can open tomorrow morning for brunch."

Tommy groaned, looked at his watch. "Ugh, alright, but I'm staying here tonight and you have to buy me a room."

"Here, take this, fifty more bucks, that should cover it, I gotta get back inside, thanks a lot, Tommy," he said before running off, back into the restaurant.

He took another long drink of his beer, shook his head. Well, he thought, brightening up a bit, now at least I have a good excuse to talk to Lia again.

He wandered on over to the reception desk.

 

[EvelynTreemont]

She could feel the migraine starting behind her eyes. She had been on the phone with Derek Stone for almost half an hour. He was quabbling with her over a ten dollar charge on their bill. Mr. Stone was outraged that the hotel charged his account for two bottles of liquor out of the mini bar. Lia thought that Mr. Stone should be taking the issue up with his very underage and very disruptive son. She turned her back to the lobby, giving her the ability to lose her professional mask for a moment and roll her eyes heavenward.

"Mr. Stone," Lia said in her most professional but chilly tone. "Two bottles of Jack Daniels Bourbon Whiskey were used in the mini bar in your room on June 17th. Our custodial staff are strictly regulated and supervised. There is no chance that they were stolen." She waited, holding the phone from her ear as he screamed at her. "I am sorry you feel that way sir, but as Manager of Stuart's Inn at Newport, I have to tell you that the charge will remain on your bill." She sighed as he hung up on her and replaced the receiver. Plastering her perfect customer service smile on her face, she turned to her next customer.

The smile at her lips fell, but stayed in her eyes. "All right you, what brings you over here to my turf?" She smiled flirtateously at him. "Things get a little to scary with the early bird special crowd?"

 

[fukensploogin]

"oh, it's the same old this and that," Tommy said. "Everybody's got something to complain about, this is overpriced, this was overcooked, why is the wine so expensive, blah blah blah. At least I'm done now and don't have to be at work for," he looked at his watch, "another seven hours or so, to open the place tomorrow morning. That's the crowd you really gotta watch out for. Well... mostly it's the little kids underfoot and the screamin babies and the bloody mary's."

"How's your night been?" he asked her, realizing he'd been rambling. That was the most words he'd ever said to her, but he was damn happy he was finally talking with this fox he'd been admiring for... well, for a while, now...

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Lia grinned at him. "Oh just fantastic. Mr Stone has probably had a stroke by now and apparently a group of frat boys ruined a bathroom on the 13th floor. I didn't ask about it and I really don't want to know but I bet it smells awful." She shrugged offhandedly. "Aside from that, it has been pretty boring. Why are you closing and opening in a row? You are only going to get about four hours of sleep if you have to drive home and back, you know."

Lia took in Mr. Delicious, now that she could do more than ogle his butt from far away. He sure was an excellent example of the male of the species.

 

[fukensploogin]

"Well, the boss-man threw me a bit of a bonus for taking the shift, and I need the cash. And yeah, I'd be in even worse shape if I tried to sleep for a few hours and drove back here. I might as well just stay up all night," he said, a bit of a twinkle in his eye. He smiled at Lia, a naughty thought crossing his mind about what they could do to stay awake all night, before he said: "So... mind if I just sleep on the sofa out here in the lobby? Or do you think somebody will come along at 3 am and kick me out?"

 

[EvelynTreemont]

Lia laughed. "Honey, why sleep on the couch when I can put you in a room on the hotel's own account?" She turns her attention from Delicous for a moment to strike a few keys on the computer. "Ahhh, there we go. I got you a Premium room on the 11th floor." She grinned at him, getting him a keycard. "Here's your key, I would tell you about our breakfast and room service options, but something tells me you already know...." She winked at him.