2019-07-18 - Not So Free Consultations

And there are some that doesn't have work at the moment, thus needing to be somewhere so they don't have to just stay at home and go crazy there. That would be the one walking into the room and over towards the counter now. Looking around for a brief moment, Jonathan shrugs a little to himself before he moves over to lean against the counter, not far from where Minerva is, studying the menu a bit thoughtfully.

Joey didn't think the words 'too hot to barbecue' would ever cross his thoughts but it is too hot to fuckin barbecue. Also, nominally, the AC in the Waffle Shoppe is considerably better than anything he's got access to. The truth is he looks beat and not just the bruise under his eye, but also tired as hell. He makes it over to the closest table and pulls out his phone, throws out a text, and then just drops the phone onto the table to be neglected a while. Jonathan gets an upnod, and Minerva gets a glance and an eyebrow up. "Sup, Minerva." The people you know from growing up in a small town. He asks idly, "They put a beer on the menu yet and make this place perfect or we still waitin?"

Min looks up to the few that wander in and there's a smile as she sees Jonathan leaning not too far down, "Evening." she states. Then there's a Joey and there's a soft smile, "Heya, Joey. There's no beer on the menu yet that I see. Might need to ask Otis about it again." she offers with a bit of a grin. "What have you been up to lately?" she asks him before she takes a sip of her ice water. The one eyed woman doesn't seem to mind talking to people.

"Good evening," Jonathan replies, after a few moments of pause, offering a smile and a nod as well, before he orders himself some belgian waffles and something to drink. "A fine day today, isn't it?" Taking a seat at the counter, he looks between them both. "Beer's always nice," he offers.

Joey looks up to Jonathan and informs, "Depends on the beer." Because opinions exist for a reason. Slowly craning his head back to his former classmate he considers the answer he's going to give if any. "Eeeeh, got in a fight with one of our kids' moms t'day. Grandmother raisin em oks the form but mom turns back up ready to go to war about this kid training. Shame too. He could be damn good." He shakes his head and glances at the menu, "Dunno what it is lately about batshit moms." Of course he and Jaime lost theirs when they were in their junior year. it may factor into that.

Minerva gives a smile to Jonathan, "It's been a nice day, yes. Managed to get through all of my work so it leaves me here to enjoy...not cooking dinner." she chuckles. Then there's a look back to Joey and a shake of her head, "Don't know what is up with the crazy mom epidemic sometimes in this town. My Eema has always been pretty level headed, though most people know that." she smiles. "How are the kids? Besides moms being in the business?" she asks. Child Psychologists tend to check on kids. It's not creepy!

"Ah, work..." Jonathaan trails off a bit at that, before he looks to Joey, nodding a bit. "Depends quite a lot on the beer, I'd say." There's a brief pause as he nods agaiin, "Training? What kind of training?" he asks, sounding a bit curious.

August, not usually a fixture in the various dining establishments in town (except Espresso Yourself, since he's powered by coffee), comes in, looking like it's been a long day at work. His plain black tee's spoting a nice tear along the bottom, and one leg of his jeans is smeared with tree sap. He flicks a glance at everyone present, nods at Minerva in a wordless hello. The waitress seems to recognize him, asks, "Order form for Waffle Wednesday?" and August nods. "If you could, please." He settles one hip against the bar while he waits for her to get the order form.

Joey arches an eyebrow looking back to Minerva, "Doin pretty good. We're workin on a thing where we're doin a sort of summer camp. Traded a couple of my guys dues in exchange for helpin out puttin in volunteerin hours and shit. I mean don't help get rent but more n' what them kids got, ya know?" The door moves and a glance snaps to the door to assess the situation. Seeing August he continues the glance over to Jonathan. "Boxing. Place down on Elm. We're also doin' a ... volunteer thing. Program for at-risk kids. Give em a place to put all that energy."

"Work is a horrible things sometimes, but it keeps the bills paid and my spiders from eating me should I not be able to buy their food." Minerva gives a bit of a grin to that. Her eyepatch moving as her eyebrows do. She gives a smile to August when he comes in and a little wave to the man. "Hey there." she greets him. Then there's a look back to Joey, "As long as they are doing good. I haven't seen any of them in a while so it's probably good that they have something to focus on to be honest. Though they are adorably full of energy." she smiles to that.

Jonathan nods as he hears Joey's words. "Nice. Boxing sounds fun, although I fear I wouldn't be able to try it. Doctors says that getting some more trauma to the head could have... rather bad consequences, after these last few ones. And the programs for at-risk kids are good. I would love it if there would be something similar for ice hockey. Could give me something to do, trying to help the kids through that." There's a grin to August, then one for Minerva. "And it keeps people from going completely insne when they don't have a thing to do, right?"

The waitress returns with a small form for August, as well as a pen, and he begins filling it out. He nods a greeting to Jonathan, a sort of noncommital 'I don't know you but you're talking to someone I do know so there's that' gesture, gives Minerva an amused look at the talk of her spiders eating her if she's delinquet in feeding them. He can't say his geese wouldn't do the same. Joey's mention of a volunteer program makes him pause, and he tilts his head. "Having them volunteer at your gym, or setting up stuff," he waves his pen, "for them around town?"

Joey nods slowly and orders what might be adequately described as second breakfast. "CTE's no fuckin joke. You gotta take care of that shit. Seriously, though, start a program. Min might be able to tell you where the school programs are to get people started. Especially hockey man. Shit's expensive." Iced coffee, about as good as hot coffee but not when it already feels like a sauna out. Eyes fall back to August. He doesn't know em but from the bar and that can go either way. "Who what?" A rephrase might be in order there.

"Do you teach Ice Hockey? I'm sure the local community center or parents in general might find it fun for their kids to learn it. Think our last person that was around that did that just kind of dropped off. Might put an add in the paper or something." Minerva offers to Jonathan. "I know there's a few places around here like to hire on summer help, but could turn into something full time given most are college kids." she adds. Then there's a look to the waitress when she comes to take her order, "The usual." she tells her quietly. Then there's a look down to August, "How're you doing?" she asks him with a smile.

"Teach? Hopefully. I used to play, until about... 16 months or so ago. Then the whole world found out there seems to be something inside here..." Lifting one hand to poke a finger lightly at his head, Jonathan answers to Minerva. "Got knocked down in a game in Vancouver, and hasn't played a game since. When I thought I had recovered, life proved me wrong."

August continues filling out the form, hands it off to the waitress and orders a cup of coffee. He sits properly at the bar, turns so he's facing the others. He says to Joey, "I mean, are you running a volunteer program for kids to do things at your gym, or setting up a program for them to do things around town, and partnering with other businesses or organizations." He lifts a shoulder at Minerva. "Alright, more or less." He studies her a little longer than necessary, like he wants to say something but is thinking better of it. His attention shifts to Jonathan, and he grimaces. "Sorry, man, that sucks. Teaching might be a way to get some of it back, I guess."

Joey empathizes the way Joey does to Jonathan, "I have to hit a lot of people to let them know they're wrong. Ain't an easy job." Green eyes looks to August and there is never a time really he doesn't look hostile, but Joey's yet to greet the man with a fist so it might be chalked up to some fantastic BRF. "Neither. The program offers at risk kids a damn hobby so while they're all pissed and mad at the world they got somethin they can do with it. Give em discipline. A skill. A way to protect themselves so they're not fuckin all on their own. Sometimes they talk but, having a place to go where you're treated alright? Works out pretty good."

"Well, I could look into a few things for you or just get your information, talked to some people and give you a call? I know there's interest for it in the town." Minerva tells Jonathan with a smile. "And my manners have gotten away from me, I'm Doctor Minerva Kosimar." she offers in greeting to the man. "It's a shame that you took the hit. We've had a few new arrivals from Canada lately though." she smiles. She then looks to August and there's an eyebrow quirk to him, but she doesn't ask him what's wrong. "We need a few more people in the town to help out with youth programs. Would be nice." she nods to Joey.

Jonathan nods. "I think, in some weird way, I was more angry at myself because it happened when my parents and sister had taken the trip from here and up there to watch me play. I grew up here, but left to play junior hockey in Seattle." Nodding a bit at the part about the looking into a few things. "That would be greatly appreciated. And I'm Jonathan Wallgren. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor." A smile is offered to both Joey and August too. "A pleasure to meet you two as well."

August seems confused by Joey's answer, but shakes his head and nods in at least partial understanding. "Got it," he says. The waitress comes and goes with his coffee; he takes a sip, shakes his head at Minerva, either to signal 'it's nothing' or possibly a 'maybe later'. He raises an eyebrow at Jonathan. "A local, huh? Good to meet you." He lifts his coffee in a sort of salute. "I went to the UW for grad school." He considers Minerva again, narrows his eyes. "Wonder if we could do something like that with the shop. Maybe digging around in the dirt would be good for some of them."

Joey looks to August and seems just as fucking confused and lets it go. Jonathan spilling his history to now gets a dry, "You know the woman usually gets charged by the hour. I think you just volunteered to buy her coffee." He squints to August still confused and finally asks, "The fuck you talkin about guy and did Itzhak make it fucking home without getting killed?"

Minerva takes a card case out of her skirt pocket, wonder of wonders, there's a spider and web with bats etched into the silver. She takes out a white business card and hands it over to Jonatha. It has Doctor Irvriya M. Kosimar on it. Her address is just down the street. "I'd be happy to help." she tells him. Then there's a look to August and a smile, "A gardening program would be a great hands on activity for kids and young adults." she nods to that. "I mean, I'd definitely look into sending some of our little ones over for that. Sometimes the time out is what does them good." she explains. She gives a curious look though when Itzhak's name is mentioned, "Is Izthak alright?" she asks.

Jonathan chuckles, nodding as he hears Joey's words. "The least I could do, really," he agrees. Pausing as he hears the talk about someone making it home without getting killed, he quiets down for a while. Smiling as he takes the offered business card from Minerva. "Thanks. I really appreciate it." Looking between the others now, as he eats some of the food he ordered.

"Youth programs," August clarifies to Joey. "Specifically," he nods at Minerva, "something like that. Could let the kids dig a bunch of holes, even teach them how to keep plants growing." He scratches his beard. "I wonder if there's a good spot for a pea patch in town proper." Another nod for Minerva, and he says, "I know some people I can talk to. If we can find a scrap of land for that sort of thing, should be doable." His expression turns a little more closed off at Joey's question about Itzhak, relents in response to Minerva's. "He's fine," he assures her. A smile threatens as he weighs how much he wants to divulge. The decision seems to be 'not much'. "Just a night at the pub, nothing...Serious." The way he says 'serious' gives it a specific sort of meaning. He surveya Jonathan, asks, "Are you looking for work, then, or already situated?"

Joey half-nods slowly and turns towards his food arriving. Being all parties are not dead his investment into asking seems to be done entirely. Jonathan agrees to get Min's coffee and /that/ seems to abate the man's acerbic tone into something more with approval.

Minerva gives a smile, "I'm a helper." she tells Jonathan. Then there's a look to August and a bit of a big smile when he speaks about Itzhak. "Oh, well if he's alright then." she tucks a lock of her black hair behind her ear. "He's pretty good at taking care of himself from what I know of him." she nods to that. Then her pie and ice cream arrive and there's a smile to the waitress.

Jonathan smiles, nodding as he listens to the others. There's a brief pause as he hears August's question. "Sort of looking for a job. Focused mostly on making sure I'm healthy so far. Thankfully it helps to have a supportive family around." Continuing to eat for now, he offers another smile to the others.

August eyes Joey a second, then is distracted by Minerva's comment. He snorts, gives her a wry look. "He's," he waggles a hand, "'okay' at it." He's teasing. Mostly. He looks from Jonathan to his coffee, makes a low sound. "Well, I can ask around, see if anyone needs anything that might be up your alley. Once the college kids all head back to their classes it's usually easier to get something. Aside from coaching, anything else you're looking for?"

Joey listens, but doesn't look. Apparently unlike half the town his nosiness stops and starts with his own business. When August mentions that Itzhak is 'okay' at surviving Joey arches an eyebrow at August but comments not at all on it and stuffs his waffle in his mouth. Looking to Jonathan he remarks in curious deadpan, "I didn't know Norman Rockwell played hockey."

Minerva gives a look to August and there's a chuckle, "I don't think he'd call me if he was in trouble. Just seems the type to...not want to burden people." she admits. "He even gets weird when you ask how he is. Or maybe that's just with me? I don't know." she sighs wistfully. "Anyways, I'll not ramble about Itzhak." she muses. "Do you help keep him out of trouble, August?" she asks the man with a grin. Though she looks back to Jonathan, "Not everyone is blessed with a family that will support them, so it's nice to hear someone has one." she tells him quietly.

Jonathan shrugs a bit as he hears August's words. "Well, I have a business management degree from University of Alaska-Anchorage, so it could be nice if I could use that for something, but I'm open to most ideas at the moment," he replies.

"Eh, not sure I'd go so far as to say he'd call me," August admits to Minerva, rueful. "And that's definitely not just you." He looks askance at Joey for a moment, back to Minerva. "Out of trouble?" He huffs a laugh. "I'm the worst person to do that. No, I just...keep an eye on him when he lets me." He says this like he's describing a feral cat or particularly hard-headed goose.

He considers Jonathan over his coffee. "That mean you can do books? More than a few small places around here probably wouldn't mind help with that."

Joey doesn't look up but that doesn't mean he's disengaged. There's a grunt of agreement with August's laugh. "Wouldn't say the worst." IT's more an objective statement than approval. He considers Jonathan's predicament and thinks better of getting involved which is likely the best for Jon, anyways. "Trust me, it's not just you, Minerva."

"There's more than a few places around here that could probably use an office manager, heck I could use someone to look over my books a few times a year and I'd pay them well for it." Minerva admits. "Anyways, I just like the guy. So want to make sure he's alright." she smiles to that. Then, she gets a call, on her work phone. There's a look down to the phone and she frowns, she tosses down a twenty and stands. "Have a good evening you guys. Need to take this." she tells them. She's walking towards the door as she answers, "Mrs Walton, this is Doctor Kosimar..." she can be heard talking on the way out.

Jonathan nods a bit as he hears that. "I should be able to handle the books, yes. Not quite as well as those that are specialized accountants, but I should be able to get it done well enough, I believe." He istens to what's said, offering a smile. There's a nod and a smile to Minerva as she leaves, before he looks back at the others again.

August arches an eyebrow at Joey, amused, though says nothing on their comparative bad influence levels. He's under no illusions who wins that one. He mmmms at Minerva and nods. He raises his coffee to her in a farewell. "Can't say as we have all that many of those around here," he says to Jonathan. "So you could probably do a good business working contract on that kind of thing." He finishes his coffee, leaves a five on the counter under the mug. "Gentleman," he says, and heads out the door to start his drive home.

Joey looks toJonathan and observes, "Well that panned out for you better than you planned. So you following up on the CTE or what?" This he arches an eyebrow for and considers, "You got someone lookin into it or you still too piss and vinegar like the rest of us to go to a damn doctor?"

Jonathan nods a bit as he hears that question. "Going to a doctor at regular intervals," he replies. "Wouldn't want to risk anything else with this." He takes a few moments to eat the rest of his waffle, as he smiles momentarily. "It might be quite depressing at times, but the alternatives could be much worse, after all."

Joey arches an eyebrow tilting his head to the side, "Seen a lot of boxers go punchy man. They keep thinking it's for us and footballers but they really like to play down other impact shit and construction too. It's kinda a shit deal. Like sports docs want you to get ok, but then it's like if you're not they take your fuckin career from ya, but you can live like a fire cracker or live going I can't remmeber where my fucking keys are now what? No pensions for that shit either. You're just done so... good for you man. Honestly? Smarter choice."

Jonathan nods a little as he hears that. "Of course, it helps a bit to have a parent that's a doctor too," he replies, offering a brief smile.

Joey arches an eyebrow at the guy, and thoroughly unsurprised somehow. "Guess you got that in the bag." He lets it go as there seems to be an answer for everything that he doesn't begrudge him for. He pulls out his wallet which surprisingly doess't have a cartoon moth flying out of it and puts a twenty down for the waitress. He nods to Jonathan, "Good luck with that. Consider coaching. You can still be a part of it." And with that he gets ready to head back to work.

Jonathan nods as he hears that, offering the man a smile. "I will consider it," he replies, before he adds, "It was nice to meet you." As he sees the man getting ready to head off, he adds, "And have a nice day."

Joey may be gruff and an asshole, but he's not rude about it. "You too man. Catch you around." And with that he's back out to teh parking lot to head back down to business.