2019-12-13 - Team Building Exercise

It'd been a busy day at the Grizzly Den Diner. Irate customers who clearly weren't familiar enough with the particular flavor of service offered there, mistakes in the kitchen, a few plates dropped by a particular redhead who shall rename nameless -- after a day like that, Gina informed Alison that she was being invited to the Pourhouse for a 'team building exercise'. Which is probably just drinking. Right?

Alison's in her usual sort of outfit, dark shirt, jeans, sneakers, basic makeup that she considers to be dressing up for shifts at the diner. Upon entering with Gina, the redhead orders herself a bigass pina colada (it's the best drink because pinapple juice.), then grabs a table for the two of them.

Gina is downright festively dressed, truthfully. Along with her purple hair and her sweeping silver-gold-grey smoky eye and dark lips, she's managed to somewhere, somehow, find a festive christmas sweater dress. Thaaaaat mainly seems to showcase gingerbread men as famous horror movie serial killers, black with many, many splashes of red for those ginger victims. Of course, this is worn over a pair of thick leggings and boots, and she herself has ordered cider, settling down in the chair and stretching her legs out in front of her. "I keep telling you you can just throw people out if they complain about us not kissing ass. Though it was entertaining watching you try not to throw shit at the long-haired guy."

Alison shrugs. "Yeah, but it's harder to get a decent tip out of the guy when he's flying through the door, though." She takes a long sip out of her drink, closing her eyes, pulling the hairband out from her ponytail, letting all that red hair lay along her shoulders. "Fuck I love pineapple."

"What if whoever won the pin comes in and starts acting like the place is a McDonalds or something? I still can't believe that thing went for so much money. Like, $300 or something?" She shakes her head softly from side to side, brow furrowing a little.

Gina shrugs at the talk of tips - ahhh, the joys of being the owner! - and remains stretched out and comfortable. And seems equally unconcerned about pin. "I actually planned to buy the pin back, but couldn't make it to the charity thing. Iggy ate something that upset his stomach. But I'm not too worried. Fine print of the pin is we pay attention to who walks in. Not that we kiss ass."

Dark eyes flick towards Alison, "Anybody ever tell you, you stress too much?"

"Poor Iggy!" Sip. "I, uh, put a few bids in myself when it was near twenty bucks or so. And then the next time I looked it was over $200." Siiiiip. "Not sure what I was planning on doing with it, exactly. Might've shoved it into a drawer somewhere."

She shrugs again at the accusation. "A few times. Usually I start off worrying about someone else stressing out, and then that stresses me out." The redhead grins back at Gina. "Maybe you don't worry enough, though?"

Gina's smirk doesn't fade. "Can you think of anything in my life that implies I've got shit to worry about?" Gina asks, and it seems to be a genuine question. Or a teasing rhetorical one. It's always hard to tell, with Gina. "Besides, it's one bear pin. Eventually they'll get bored. Or the pin will mysteriously disappear and nobody has to worry about it." Siiiiip. Gina says that with the same bland attitude she says all of the rest. "Not surprised it sold for a lot, though. People like feeling special."

"I guess not. It's not like I ever hear about you dating anyone, and that's.. probably at least half of my stress. Wouldn't be super suprising if you were, though, and just kept it on the down low." Sip! She's making pretty good progress on that pina colada of hers. "Wouldn't be the only thing you don't talk about, anyways."

"I'd think that if you have that kind of money to be spending on a VIP pin, charity or not, you'd be eating somewhere where most of the staff doesn't ignore you, like that fancy place downtown." She pauses. "The duck they have there is fucking amazing."

Gina only smiles at the talk of dating and whether she does or don't. accepting the jab about her silence as well and true information. The talk of the pin has her pushing herself up so she's sitting instead of half-laying down, propping her elbows up, unsurprised. "I told you. It's not about money. It's about specialness." A pause, a shrug, "Or somebody wanted something they could get but not be loud or obvious while still donating, and the pin was it."

Alison gives a little amused roll of the eyes. Of course she doesn't say anything to the remark of Gina being so quiet about particular things. It's not like she was expecting anything meaningful to come of it, though.

"I guess. I'd rather have something.. a little more real, you know? Like that video game, but even that went for $300." The redhead groans a little and rests her face directly on the table. "Maybe I just need to go to college so I can afford shit like that and.. not have to worry about shit like that." Her soft voice's a little muffled, given that her words are spoken directly into the (probably not the cleanest) wood of the table.

"It was for charity. Real auction, no one would spend that much. College isn't a bad idea, though." Gina sets her beer glass down and a finger circles the rim, "Gray Harbor's not exactly a bustling metropolis. Unless you've got a talent for being an influencer on youfacestagram, decent job's either knowing the right person who likes you or starting college." A pause, as her eyes flick towards Alison, "Or maybe take some ballet classes. Hear it helps you find your center of gravity."

Alison sits back up, sagging in her chair somewhat. "I guess." in regards to the charity thing. "I have no idea what I want to actually do though. I wasn't doing anything important in Seattle. Not doing anything here either. And that youtube shit's not a real job anyways. All those fucking starlets are gonna be yesterday's news once the next hot thing comes around online."

She smirks at the mention of ballet. "That might be the first thing that someone's suggested that I actually do have the body for. Not the coordination for, but maybe it'll help with that." Siiiip, gurgle, as the pina colada just about reaches empty.

"I've still gotta drive home, don't think another one of those is a good idea. You wanna take off?"

"Not like your coordination could get any worse." Ouch, Gina. She doesn't even mean it as a burn, justa a breezy statement of fact. "And don't knock the starlets. They'll be yesterday's news with today's paychecks." Gina points out, shaking her head. She leans back again, "Think I'll stay here a while. Don't fuck up at work and get a degree in whatever. It really doesn't matter these days." A little wave of her hand: Alison is being dismissed.

Alison smirks, gets up, and goes. "See you tomorrow." And she's out the door, after paying her bill.