
(OOC II: Also, you should name the bar. Totally. IKNOW LIEK, "Highwind's Cafe?" or "Cid's Pub?" or something D: WTF MAN PIMP OUT UR BAR GRRR)
She tossed and turned and let out a unconscious sigh of bliss. Jyuuki, with hair pointing in each direction and a lazy grin on her face, slept peacefully in her cot in the upper levels of Cid's ship. "Mmmmm... pass me another donut pleaaaseeee, no... no the one ... with the sprinkles... mphffmm..." Another sigh of bliss escaped into the quiet recesses of the room.
*RAAAAAAAAAWK!*
"WHAT THE HELL?!" The young teen shot up in her bed, causing a small, yellow chocobo to shriek in surprise and roll down to her feet and off the bed. A groan rumbled out of her morning-cottony mouth plus a couple of smacks of the lips. Her hazel eyes squinted in the bright, late morning light that spilled from the windows. 'What the heck... what time is it?' Thoughts still fuzzy from her confection-filled dream, Jyuuki blinked down and giggled at the yellow mess of feathers on the floor from her top bunk, before lifting her wrist to her face. "...ELEVEN O'CLOCK? WHAT THE HELL, JYON, WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER!" She whined loudly as she jumped down from her bunk and rushed through her morning routine.
Her outburst was met with a small, annoyed 'wark.'
The petite teen poked her head out of her bathroom and blew a rasberry at the baby chocobo.
Said chocobo turned it's behind on her in response.
The former ninja gasped in surprise and shook her fist angrily.
Jyuuki hmph-ed and went back into the bathroom, only to rush back out hopping on one foot pulling on a sock. With a growl she pulled on the stubborn sock and grabbed her shoes and took off out the door and into the elevator, with a small yellow bundle of feathers in tow in her hoodie. The doors closed and Jyuuki stuffed her feet into her sneakers and breathed out, calming flustered self.
This had been another one of those mornings where she'd had to rush out in a flurry because her job had been threatened. If she lost this job, she'd also lose her home-- which meant she'd have to travel YET AGAIN to find another place to gain work as a in-employee somewhere. Working for 4 straight years had been pressing on her young life, but hey it had been her choice afterall; Jyuuki ran away from home. Okay, you might say that she brought it on herself by leaving at the early age of 15 from her family, but really? You couldn't blame her. Jyuuki frowned at the memory and sighed before running a hand through her mussed hair, trying to make the pointy-ness not so... pointy. "This is really not my fault, you know, you feathered little squirt. If you hadn't suggested I stayed up last night with those pretty pirates that came in yesterday, I would've gone to bed earlier! Thus, getting up earlier! THUS not be in the firing zone of the old fart...again. I can't lose this job, Jyon!" Jyuuki ground out as she looked over her shoulder, eyeing the small chocobo in the corner of her eyes. She was met with what looked like a peeved scowl on the small bird's face, a cold defense in his teeny blue eyes, before it burrowed down in her hoodie.
"Don't run away when I'm blaming you! I'm not finished!" The young bartender was about to attack her hoodie with fervor, but the doors opened up and she figured to save that for later; there were more pressing matters to attend to.
I can has a firing squad?
NEVER!
The former ninja squatted down, small grin growing as an idea formed in her mind. 'I know... I'll just try to sneak in again and act like I was there the whole time! Just like last time! Hehehe, you sneaky awesome ninja you, Jyu. This'll be a flawless victory for me yet! With hazel-green eyes squinted, as if she held a dark secret code that would possible end or save the world all to herself, Jyuuki eyed the hallway, looking out for the old fart that held her employment in the palm of his wrinkly hands. Jyon popped his head out in question, sensing the level of elevation from his owner, before letting out a small, knowing groan of frustration. If chocobos had hands, Jyon would be smacking the feathers out of his forehead, probably thinking 'What'd I do to deserve this? And the rest of my family?' No really, what DID they do to deserve this? Jyon's family line has been tied with Jyuuki's for who knows how long-- though it's believed that a well-known captain was the one to start the tradition. 'Damn her.'
Anyway, back to the crazy teen. Jyuuki giggled quietly to herself and snuck out of the elevator, making her way through the sliding doors to the main area of the ship. "Hehehe, Jyuuki, you should write a book on employment," the former ninja thought as she crawled across the floor and into the backroom of the bar -- where her uniform waited for her, "you could call it, How To Keep Your Job. Permanently." Another snicker escaped her as she jumped up and slipped on her uniform with a grin. She was set! All she had to do was walk out there and act like she were putting a box of whatever's away.
Fool-proof.
Wait.
"JYON!" Jyuuki whispered harshly before reaching back and pulling out the baby chocobo and holding him infront of her. "Okay listen up! Jyon, you had better NOT squeal on me, gottit? I'm serious this time." The small bird, that sat on both her open palms huffed. She frowned and shook her feathered pet and friend, causing it to 'WARK' in protest. "Jyon..." Her warning was low and deadly, as her hazel eyes seemed to freeze over. The small bird, however had built up an immunity to this, but nonetheless nodded after a while of contemplation. He was met with a happy grin and a pat on the head, "GOOD! Glad we could agree~" She stuffed the protesting chocobo back in her hoodie and breathed, before heading through the doors of the employee entrace to the bar.
So fool-proof.
"Heya old man! Sorry I was away for so long. I was in the back, putting back some stupid boxes you left out here last night! There was alot of them, so it took awhiles. You should really put away your crap, old man." She opened her eyes after her loud, boisterous entrance and was met with a familiar (yet always hilarious) frown, the owner with his strong arms crossed over chest.
Okay, fine.
Not so much.