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 Carry Your Weight, Tag: Tabitha Smith
Lane Taylor
 Posted: May 7 2018, 08:10 PM
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She’d been hired about two weeks ago and she was halfway through the general probationary month that employees at Pandora had to survive before it was guaranteed that they couldn’t get fired on the spot. Which… lately they had certainly had quite a few of those that just… Lane was a pretty quiet man most of the time, unless his equipment was being broken. He didn’t absolutely lose his shit or anything, but he did get considerably more forceful with his words.

At least Tabitha seemed to have her head on straight - and she hadn’t broken anything yet. “You wanna handle things on your own for the first hour or so?” he asked her as they finished setting the bar up for the coming night’s patrons. It was a Monday, and it was probably one of the club’s slowest days. “Up to you,” he added with a shrug, wiping down the bartop.

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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: May 8 2018, 05:34 PM
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Tabby was leaning against the bar on her forearms. It was pretty easy to get tips from the sad drunk guy with her cleavage popped out the way it was. Today she opted for the army green, camouflage look with a denim mini skirt, passably work appropriate of course. Had to appease the boss man. Her combat boots were less elaborate than her favorite ones that laced up to the knee. These ones had a smaller heel and ended below the knee. Good enough. At the very least Tabitha Smith was starting to feel a little bit more like herself at this job even if she was still playing the part of college student 'Tabitha Moore' who needed a little extra green. Not being able to smoke her eyes with her war paints and strut around like she owned the place was a bit harder because there were sure to be people who recognized that Tabitha from the televised trial they had a year or so ago. That Tabitha had been on display for all the world to see. At least she could still flirt and be a smartass. Even a little strutting was fine here. Kinda had to be if you wanted to stand out enough to bring in those tips.

Boss man asked her a question and Tabby cranned her neck to the side to eye him a moment. He asked if she wanted to handle things herself for a moment and her brows popped up. There weren't many people there given it was a Monday night and the couple of sad regulars that were were basically eating from the palm of her hand at that moment. "Yeah, I guess, if ya trust me not to light the place up." Tabby hadn't been working here long, but she was pretty straightforward about her sense of humor and her poor filter from the get go. Well after the interview anyway. She could keep the language somewhat PG if she absolutely had to, so long as the drunkards kept their unwanted paws off...another thing she was honest about. Actually, really the only thing she hadn't been honest about was her last name...oh and that with a palm up shrug she actually could have lit the place up. Lane didn't need to know that. "Pass the crown, boss man." she gave him a quick mock kneel before sauntering on to grab the couple of empty glasses on the bar and toss them in the dish container. Somehow she made even that look like something she absolutely meant to do. The job was fine. It was money, and she didn't have to talk like a sugar plum fairy. For now she was grateful, but her eyes always did flicker to that door every time it opened. Tabitha knew the rumors about Pandora the same as anyone else. It was an underground mutant haven, not in that mutants were kept safe there but they often went there. There was no telling who might recognize her.

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Lane Taylor
 Posted: May 14 2018, 08:18 PM
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Lane raised a brow. “Insurance is pretty good, but let’s not test it,” he said when Tabitha said that she supposed she could handle things on her own for an hour or so. “But there is a fire extinguisher…” He stopped what he was doing and looked around, trying to remember where it was. “Oh, it’s over here,” he said after a moment or two had passed.

He moved around to the other side of the bar to open a cabinet under the sink and pointed to the bright red fire extinguisher that was sitting inside. On the way back to where he had been stocking before going on his extinguisher journey, Tabitha asked him to pass the Crown, which he grabbed off the counter and passed off to the girl with ease. At least she was competent, unlike some of the others that the club had gone through in the last month. “Where’d you work at before this?” he asked, making small talk. Previous employment had been touched on during the interview, but Lane couldn’t remember every detail of every interview that had been held since deciding to hire new people.

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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: May 18 2018, 11:05 PM
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Tabby shot Lane a wry grin at his witty little quip about refraining from testing the insurance. Well now he was just asking for trouble wasn't he? Then he went on about where the fire extinguisher was and she about cracked up mid pour into a glass with the coke sprayer. Was he really that worried. What in the hell else had he hired into this place? She spared him the glance anyway since he was making the effort of pointing out where the stupid extinguisher was, and he wasn't a bad sight walking away anyway...oh or bending down to open the stupid cabinet. Her head tilted a bit but she gracefully turned her attention to the customer waiting on the rum and coke she'd been making him offering a flirtatious smile and a quiet "There ya go, babe."

It was then she asked Lane to pass the crown and while coincidentally a customer had asked for some, she'd meant figuratively. She blinked a moment before accepting the offered bottle. Hurrah for teamwork. She turned away from him and started up another drink as bossman was askin her to remind him where she'd worked before this place. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she was putting in the actual shot. "This little mom and pop bakery over by the campus on, uhm, fourteenth. I'm, really not a morning person so it was rough. The nights, the noise, much more my speed." she passed off another completed drink with a wink toward the cute girl who'd ordered it before bobbing a little bit with the music and collecting some of the empty glasses off the bar pausing only to open up a corona for a guy who'd come up to the counter to get one.

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Lane Taylor
 Posted: May 19 2018, 07:24 PM
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Wiping down the counter, Lane glanced over his shoulder as Tabby poured a drink for a patron. Despite the low numbers, the club was in full swing. “A bakery, right,” he said with a nod, wiping down the countertop and then leaning against the back counter. He was just going to sit back and make sure nothing actually caught fire. Even if they both knew where the fire extinguisher was, it wouldn’t really be responsible of him to just leave her completely unsupervised.

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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: May 19 2018, 08:53 PM
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And just like that, all patrons had there drinks and all seemed well. Hm that was strangely disappointing. Apparently Tabby preferred to keep moving. Consciously she folded her arms over her abdomen and she leaned on the counter taking a moment to just people watch after tossing a big lock of her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Yup." she confirmed with a glance over her shoulder at him and a shrug. "How long ya been the captain of this here ship?." she asked boss man with a grin. She was still trying to get a feel for him.

Someone wandered up and asked for a Miller which Tabby was quickly able to retrieve from one of the lower coolers. She made no effort to keep her posture modest as she bent to get it either. Tabby knew what good she had.

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 Posted: May 19 2018, 09:05 PM
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She leaned against the counter next to him and asked how long he’d been at Pandora. “Well, I moved here six years ago but didn’t start working here until…” Lane did some quick math in his head. “...a couple years after that. So about four years, give or take a handful of months.”

It was hard to realize that he’d been at Pandora for four years already. The stories that he could tell and the sorts of things that he had seen within the establishment were probably something that not many humans actually got to see. As a bartender, he had become the keeper of quite a few secrets. Strange and drunk secrets, but secrets nonetheless. A counselor was probably better qualified for some of the conversations he’d been involved in, but Pandora was lacking in the psychologist department.

--- Tabitha Smith



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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: May 23 2018, 09:31 AM
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As Lane fumbled around about how long he'd been basically running the place and when he'd moved here or whatever, Tabby was leaning so hard into her palm propped up by an elbow on the countertop that she about slumped over entirely...and no she wasn't remotely trying to remain polite or like his answer hadn't bored her to one hell of an eyebrow raise. "Okaaay. That's cool." that was about as white lie polite as she could get even for boss man. "But I guess I meant like, when did the take over happen?" she shifted into a playfully ominous voice on 'the take over.' "Like you didn't start working at this place four years ago expecting to be legit running it, right?" then some sort of realization seemed to hit her. "Or are you just the guy who's broken the least things and has stood around the longest?" she gave him a suspicious look, the grin spreading over her face indicating she was only teasing.

"Cause if that's all it takes boss man, watch out my stand around game is strong." she dramatically tossed some of her hair over her shoulder and placed a hand on her hip just as a couple of giggly girls were moving up to the counter. They'd been almost solely responsible for what was playing out on that dancefloor that night. It was an atrocious list of the most popular pop songs. They each asked for a long island and Tabby eyed them a moment, clearly trying to determine if they were with it enough to survive them. She looked to Lane a moment, uncertainty on her face. Finally she got out the glasses and began to make the drinks, using the girls' lack of attention span to out just a bit less actual alcohol in the drink than Tabby or really any bartender actually would. In truth, Tabby wouldn't normally care if a party goer was unable to handle more. She cared now because if they started upchucking on the dance floor her seniority there determined she'd be out there cleaning it up.

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Lane Taylor
 Posted: May 30 2018, 11:21 AM
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Lane raised a brow at Tabitha’s words. “I guess maybe after a year of being here,” he said when she asked if he’d ever planned to actually be running the place when he’d started working here. “Not really. And no, that’s definitely not how I got -- actually now that I think about it, maybe it is…”

His voice trailed off as he thought about that some more. “Oh damn, maybe it really is,” he said with a grin and a shrug. “I worked on off-shore oil rigs before moving here.”

He just laughed when she told him to watch out. “Yeah, I don’t think I have much to worry about,” he said as the girls bumbled up to the bar’s counter. They weren’t close enough for him to talk to Tabby about the girls when she started making their drinks, and while they certainly didn’t notice it because they were too enamored by taking selfies and making faces at their phones to see that Tabby wasn’t putting the full counts of alcohol into their drinks.

“I’m thinking we cut them off after this one,” he said after they gathered their long island teas and giggled their way back to the dance floor. “We’ll see what happens. If they come back.” He refilled one of the other, much quieter, patron’s beers, and then moved to check the levels of the well liquors.

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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: Jun 9 2018, 01:20 PM
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At first Lane was giving some pretty boring stick up the ass answers but her quip about it being possible that he'd just been the last man standing among the herd of bartending sheep seemed to loosen his shoulders a little bit and that adorably dutiful face of his. He smiled in his amusement as he confirmed her playful suspicions and and Tabby was glad she was already glancing away from him cause her girlish little heart gave a flutter. DAMN that was a dangerous smile he had there. Tabby had to laugh at finally piercing through his initial shell. Only sixty or so mysterious layers left she would have guessed. He revealed that he'd worked on an oil rig before all this and she shot him a coy look that said 'oh really?'

Tabby didn't have a lot of time to drive home her threat of usurping his throne with the encounter of giggly drunk girls. In the end they tottled toward their claimed table near the dance floor leaving behind a few measily tip dollars at the bar. The blonde didn't seem phased by it. Wasn't like she'd given them a lot to tip for anyway. Lane suggested that they girls be cut off after the drinks she'd just made and Tabitha nodded in understanding, her eyes trailing after them. "Looks like I'm calling a taxi for them later." she mused on noting that she didn't see a responsible sober girl among them anywhere. Once it was just her and Lane at the bar again, Tabby turned around and leaned backward on the bar, her elbows resting up behind her. "So an oil rig, huh? You hiding secret muscles under that baggy shirt, boss man?" She shot him a crooked teasing grin while he was moving to refill some guy's beer.

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Lane Taylor
 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 08:17 PM
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Lane shook his head as the gaggle of girls walked away, looking more unsteady on their precariously tall heels than the grace that he was sure they had thought they were showing off when they first went out for the night. “As long as we’re not calling an ambulance for them, I think we can mark that down as a success,” he said. Between their shoes and the fact that they’d each ingested enough straight liquor a piece to knock out a small horse, Lane was actually impressed they weren’t sprawled on the floor needing medical attention at this point.

When the conversation returned to what he’d done before moving to New York, Lane nodded. Tabby was pretty quick to ask if his loose clothing was hiding what she referred to as ‘secret muscles’, which got a laugh out of him. “You could say that,” he said with a shrug. “Not like it used to be, but I can still play bouncer if I have to.” He really didn’t like playing bouncer.

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Tabitha Smith
 Posted: Yesterday at 09:56 am
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Calling an ambulance. Tabby eyed him with a raised brow over her shoulder. Was he serious? "Yeah..." she agreed whistfully. She could only hope he was messin with her and that sort of thing really didn't happen too often around Pandora. Then again this was a club that was a known playground for mutants. Tabby wasn't so sure it would have suprised her. The change of subject to subtle flirtation and general curiosity was a welcome one and Tabby was once again pleasantly suprised at the man. Most people would have deflected a question like the one she'd posed, but he answered, and confirmed and she revealed a sly crooked grin, her teeth showing a bit as she bit her tongue. "Interesting." she replied with raised brows. Tabby would be lying if she said that seeing Lane throw someone out wasn't something that greatly interested her. Nothin like watching a guy hand people their ass. Still, on the outside, Lane didn't look like much...but Tabby didn't get the vibe that Lane was a barker either. Maybe he was a conman. Who knew anymore?

Tabby leaned in on the counter and waited for something to happen be it need for a refill or order for a drink. She folded her hands over one another in an almost feline manner before her and she watched the girls dance out on the floor for a minute, partly praying they didn't spill their shit and partly trying to hide her smile. Tabby just had a thing for a good party. She liked to be around fun. It was contagious. Maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad. Maybe she'd stick around for a while. "E'y!" slurred some guy a few stools away from her. Oops. Apparently she hadn't heard him the first couple times he'd said something. "I'm sorry honey, I couldn't hear ya over the music." she winked flirted mercilessly with him which seemed to butter up the little mishap of her getting distracted. "S'alright." he promised as she refilled his glass. He tipped anyway.

---Lane Taylor


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