Maintenance Log 004: Waiting Tables

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Action: One of Mayfield's Fine Dining Establishments]

[Kaylee had been a bit surprised to hear she'd apparently been working here since she finished high school. But there had been a uniform in the closet that wasn't there yesterday, short skirt and all. She comes up to your table with a bright smile on her face.]

Hey, what can I getcha?

[Phone]

How many drones do y'all reckon there are in this town? Couldn't believe how many showed up today. All ordered the same thing, too.

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[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke gets a horribly mischievous look on his face and looks down to eye that skirt.]

Kaylee...

[Oh how he tries to use words but organized speech and a hot girl in a short skirt just don't combine all that well.]

You're irresistible when you're covered in grease and you're irresistible when you're dressed to... show off. [A finger runs down her leg.]

No matter what y-... [Agh. Words. Brain function gone.]

... When does your shift end? [Those round blue eyes looking up at Kaylee are darkened and looking anything but innocent.]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Well. There goes any hope of her concentrating on sandwiches for the rest of her shift. The answer is clearly not soon enough. She's not a blusher, but she definitely sounds flustered.]

Uh... I apparently usually work the... lunch rush. I think it's... another hour?

[Temptation to just sneak off now? Oh, it's there.]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke bites his lip in frustration.]

I've still got four hours.

[His brain starts running through possible escapes. What would they say if he just didn't return from lunch? Can he fake sudden illness? Wait, what if-...]

I don't do much... at the station. Just wait for the bell to ring. And-- there are a lot of... closets.

[He says it matter-of-factly, as if he's trying not to suggest something... but actually is.]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Four hours... that's an awfully long time. Especially with all this.]

Closets, you say?

[Closets sound good. She can work with closets.]

[last_ofthe_jedi]

Mmm-hmm. [Full hand on the leg now. Moving slowly upwards as Luke glances around, hoping no one's watching.]

Big closets. One has a couple extra cots in it.

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[They might be getting the stinkeye from a few drones, but Kaylee doesn't care. She leans in closer]

Cots you say... could think of a few things that'd be good for...

[last_ofthe_jedi]

[Luke's pulse and breathing have sped up considerably and he's trying like hell to control himself. She's so close and this table looks nice and sturdy...

Yeah, let's not do that in the middle of a crowded diner.

He clears his throat and finally looks at his menu.]

My lunch break'll be over soon. I should probably eat something.

[One last little quip. He can't help himself. It's too perfect. He looks up at her again with that mischievous look.]

I'll need my energy later.

[Han would be proud.]

[wrench_and_ruffles]

Gonna make sure of that!

[The words drift with promise and mischief. Oh, she's going to have a hard time concentrating on the rest of her shift.]