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Calla inhaled the cigarette smoke, and the burn was comforting in her lungs, as she flipped the burgers on the grill. Jeyne was out front serving milkshakes, and Calla had a horrible feeling that she would be called out there too. After all, it was damned hot outside, and most people didn’t really like hot food on a hot day.
Calla liked chips on a hot day. She always liked chips, though. Potatoes were good. She was always up for a potato.
Oh! Calla perked up. Thinking of potatoes, Lacey might’ve arrived. She sighed. Maybe being out front wouldn’t be too awful. She could always keep the kitchen cleaver on her belt.
She made the plate of burgers- two. She thought that they might be for a regular customer? She shrugged, and took the plate out front, and immediately passed the responsibility to Jeyne, who waved over a couple of tall men.
Lacey was, in fact, sat at the bar, a milkshake in front of her, and flask in her hand. She poured some into the milkshake- vanilla, based on the colour. Calla would guess the flask was vodka, but Calla was usually guessing when it came to any thoughts. And yes, that included her own.
She waved at Lacey, and smiled when she received one in turn, so made her way past Jeyne up to the employee side of the bar.
“Lacey!” Calla grinned, joyful to see her again. She saw Lacey pretty much every day, ever since they’d met smoking in the back alleyway behind the Red Keep- Calla had no idea why a Milkshake Bar was called that. Calla generally didn’t understand most things. Lacey did though. Maybe she’d ask her.
“Hi Calla,” she smiled back, before taking a sip from her milkshake. Calla took a drag from her own cigarette in tune with Lacey’s movement, and slumped onto the bar on her elbows, barely avoiding Lacey’s drink.
Lacey looked at her, “You good?”
Calla sighed, but tilted her head upwards, “No one wants food. ‘Cause it’s hot. So I gotta be out here,” she wrinkled her nose in disgust, “you’re the only good bit about out here.”
“Well, it’s good to see you,” Lacey responded, and Calla lit up.
“Calla!” Jeyne’s voice echoed across the bar, and Calla jumped, slamming her elbow into the bar, “help, please?”
Calla groaned, but moved away from Lacey, and over to the throng of customers.
“See you tonight?” she asked, and took another drag from her cigarette.
Lacey nodded, and took her own drink.
Work was always better when Lacey was around.