[center][color=39b54a][h1]Alva Jay-1909 Pirouette Peak then to Huskers Restaurant.[/h1][/color][/center]

Alva, checking her watch and finally realizing that the news was off, glanced at her watch. [i][color=39b54a]Damn it. Can't be late for work, can I?[/color][/i], she thought. Getting off of her bed, she would pause to get her black purse by the bedroom door, then walk down the stairs, and finally, to the front door. She didn't feel the need to lock it. Perhaps one of the guys were inside, and if not, well then perhaps someone wouldn't go stealing things. Still listening to her music, she would turn left and head towards the bus stop. A full 10 minutes to get there, she would then have to wait out the full 15 minute ride from there. Finally at the restaurant, she would take out the key to the place, open up the door, flip on the light switch and then change the closed sign, to open. 

With a sigh, she would go to the back, tie a black apron around her waist and then grab a few pencils. After that, AJ went around to the tables, sitting the chairs down on the floors. Then, back to the back again, grabbing saucers and putting them on the table, along with coffee cups. A long and drawn out process, she would agree, but, it pretty much summed up her morning routine. Walking over to the bar she would check the count once more. And once more, she would come up missing a bottle of gin. Pulling out her phone and going to her text's, she would realize that there was no text back from Levi. She couldn't help but glare at her phone. That was until a somewhat familiar face came in. Flashing the man a smile, she would gesture to the tables.[color=39b54a] "Take a seat, and I'll be right with you." [/color]

Then a face that she could name walked in, Jackson, one of the regulars. No need to tell him what to do, sense he should already know the drill by now, right? Waving to him, she would walk over to the table that the other man had chosen. [color=39b54a]"What might I get you today, sir?[/color], she would ask. And then to Jackson: [color=39b54a]"The usual, Jackson?"[/color]