Charcy: Goddamn, work was a pain. That new guy quit after 3 shifts. Made closing like 30 minutes longer.
Cassandra: Is that why you’re drinking from that bottle of rum?
Charcy: Yeah and we’re out of Dr. Pepper. So Yeah.
Cassandra: You going to start acting like drinky pig charcy?
Charcy: Maybe, potentially, I don’t know really.
Cassandra: Eat something. I made some pasta earlier, warm it up.
Charcy: It’s ok, I had some McNuggets earlier, i’m good.
Cassandra: Last time you said that, I was scrubbing my car of your vomit.
Charcy: I’m never drinking canadian whiskey again. I should have learned from freshman year.
Cassandra: It’s not Canada’s fault you can’t hold your liquor. You have to work at Marlakay’s tonight?
Charcy: Nope. I’m working table service tommorow night. There’s a realtor’s convention at the hotel tommorow. So i’ll be serving Bud Lights all night, so tips will be swell. You working at Walgreen’s?
Cassandra: I’m not working the graveyard shift for a while. They didn’t like me being the only manager during that time of the night.
Charcy: Because you’re a women?
Cassandra: I guess but I don’t think anyone wants shift anyway, so i’m not arguing about it. Gives us time to go out.
Charcy: Cool then, Truman is back in town I hear.
Cassandra: Really? When did he get back in town?
Charcy: According to Garold, he was driving out today and should be back in town now, ish.
Cassandra: You know a guy named Garold?
Charcy: Yeah, I just call him Gar. Garold scares me.
Cassandra: Garold scares me also.
