Post by Fallon Daugherty on Mar 1, 2014 8:35:09 GMT -5
We wouldn’t be seen here dead in the day
I guess you’re lucky that it’s dark now
-Lorde, “White Teeth Teens”
At least he had a job. That was something. Although it paid a pittance, Fallon hoped it would lead to bigger things that would provide enough money for her housemate to cover his own food.
Hatire had joined the local orchestra, which, fortunately for him, was large enough that its players were paid instead of the other way around. Fallon had learned that often, orchestra players were asked to perform studio work, such as providing a backup violin line to a rock band’s song. That paid much, much better. Fallon could not wait for that.
It was not so much that Hatire was annoying, not usually. The problem was that he had an absolutely insatiable appetite, and Fallon could never buy enough food to keep him shut up, even on her salary. Some days she wondered just why she let him live with her. He was expensive, to say the least. But now that he had a job, maybe he would start paying his own way so Fallon could use her money for her own essentials. She had to look good for the press, after all, and she could not keep wearing the same makeup and suits.
This time, he was with her as she did their grocery shopping, which was good because it meant he could pick out his own damn food. She had control of the cart. It was better that way. Who knew what tomfoolery Hatire would try to pull and how much trouble they would get into. No, there was too much at risk. Even in her usual day clothes, Fallon figured she was recognizable enough that she could still be associated with Ark, and any trouble she got into could reflect poorly on Ark itself.
Her “day clothes” consisted of a Thirty Seconds to Mars T-shirt and fashionably ripped jeans. At work, she wore pantsuits on more active days and regular suits for press conferences. She found herself making far more public appearances than she had before. For one, Ark really was being more transparent about things, even if they did have some skeletons in the closet still; or, rather, in the Basement. But that was not her field; she worked upstairs in her same office with the lovely view and tried to do everything as she was instructed. However, her new boss had a habit of either completely dictating her day or giving her no guidance at all. She could never tell which would be the case.
Her day at work was over now, however, and the sun was setting as she and Hatire did their shopping. Fallon picked out some food for herself and, as they meandered among the aisles, simply expected Hatire to do the same. She was quick to make her way to the alcohol and pick up some wine and vodka. Those were her main ingredients in “putting up with Hatire.”
They went to the meat aisle after that. Fallon knew Hatire would want to puck out the best and most meaty cuts of various farm animals there. For herself, she was fine with some shrimp, fish, and chicken to cook with. She did not always have time to cook, so she picked up very little of that. “Hey. Don’t take all day,” she said to Hatire. “I have work to do at home. Pick your stuff up quickly and let’s go.”
While Hatire had cleaned himself up very much since then, he had not really always been that way, and while he was not embarrassing to be around, Fallon did not need people jumping to conclusions. It was bad enough that he was around Ark’s headquarters - although she was secretly glad he had been there for her for their first big press conference since Christian’s hiring and had invited him to stay within Ark’s safe confines during the riots. Her boss had not taken a liking to Hatire at all, so there was potential drama she wanted to avoid as well.
“We’re going to pasta next. And yes, we will get to the pudding.” Fallon wheeled the cart around and pushed it into an aisle once Hatire was done. She was very much in a hurry. “Keep up. Jeez.”
Hatire had joined the local orchestra, which, fortunately for him, was large enough that its players were paid instead of the other way around. Fallon had learned that often, orchestra players were asked to perform studio work, such as providing a backup violin line to a rock band’s song. That paid much, much better. Fallon could not wait for that.
It was not so much that Hatire was annoying, not usually. The problem was that he had an absolutely insatiable appetite, and Fallon could never buy enough food to keep him shut up, even on her salary. Some days she wondered just why she let him live with her. He was expensive, to say the least. But now that he had a job, maybe he would start paying his own way so Fallon could use her money for her own essentials. She had to look good for the press, after all, and she could not keep wearing the same makeup and suits.
This time, he was with her as she did their grocery shopping, which was good because it meant he could pick out his own damn food. She had control of the cart. It was better that way. Who knew what tomfoolery Hatire would try to pull and how much trouble they would get into. No, there was too much at risk. Even in her usual day clothes, Fallon figured she was recognizable enough that she could still be associated with Ark, and any trouble she got into could reflect poorly on Ark itself.
Her “day clothes” consisted of a Thirty Seconds to Mars T-shirt and fashionably ripped jeans. At work, she wore pantsuits on more active days and regular suits for press conferences. She found herself making far more public appearances than she had before. For one, Ark really was being more transparent about things, even if they did have some skeletons in the closet still; or, rather, in the Basement. But that was not her field; she worked upstairs in her same office with the lovely view and tried to do everything as she was instructed. However, her new boss had a habit of either completely dictating her day or giving her no guidance at all. She could never tell which would be the case.
Her day at work was over now, however, and the sun was setting as she and Hatire did their shopping. Fallon picked out some food for herself and, as they meandered among the aisles, simply expected Hatire to do the same. She was quick to make her way to the alcohol and pick up some wine and vodka. Those were her main ingredients in “putting up with Hatire.”
They went to the meat aisle after that. Fallon knew Hatire would want to puck out the best and most meaty cuts of various farm animals there. For herself, she was fine with some shrimp, fish, and chicken to cook with. She did not always have time to cook, so she picked up very little of that. “Hey. Don’t take all day,” she said to Hatire. “I have work to do at home. Pick your stuff up quickly and let’s go.”
While Hatire had cleaned himself up very much since then, he had not really always been that way, and while he was not embarrassing to be around, Fallon did not need people jumping to conclusions. It was bad enough that he was around Ark’s headquarters - although she was secretly glad he had been there for her for their first big press conference since Christian’s hiring and had invited him to stay within Ark’s safe confines during the riots. Her boss had not taken a liking to Hatire at all, so there was potential drama she wanted to avoid as well.
“We’re going to pasta next. And yes, we will get to the pudding.” Fallon wheeled the cart around and pushed it into an aisle once Hatire was done. She was very much in a hurry. “Keep up. Jeez.”