Seventeen-year-old Rae Seddon manages
not to slam the door when she enters the bar in a seething rage, but it's a very close thing. Some part of her that isn't currently given over to anger at her mother still realizes that slamming the door will just make things worse in the long run. And that's the problem, isn't it? Whatever she does, it's not the right thing. Even when she's actively trying not to piss of her mother, it never works. If Rae is working hard at the coffeehouse, trying to save up some money, her mother feels free to tell her she
should be studying and trying not to fail her senior year (said with the tone of one who is already certain she will fail). If Rae is studying quietly in her room, she
should be helping out her step-father at the coffeehouse - doesn't Rae see how her parents are working their fingers to the bone? And why can't she find some
nice boy to settle down with,
not like all the boys Rae has dated in the past, of course (and neatly overlooking that Rae's messy break-up with Baz is still a raw wound for the girl in question).
Fuck all of that.
The newspaper Rae has clutched in her hand is already crumpled, and her treatment of it does it no favors as she storms across the room to the bar, where she slumps onto a bar stool. Fuck
all of that,
so much. Just another month, she tells herself. A mere month. And then - gods willing - she'll have squeaked by on her exams and graduated. And she can move out. Get her own place. Be free.
It takes a few moments for her to calm down enough to notice the napkin that had appeared on the counter top when she'd sat down.
"What?" she says, reading it but not quite believing it. "
Now? Really?"
Another napkin.
"Couldn't someone else do it? I mean, now is
really not a good time-"
Another napkin.
"But-"
Another.
"Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Fine." It's just more of the same, wherever she goes. Rae stands up abruptly, rolling up the newspaper, and heads towards the kitchens. Some time later, still seething, Rae returns and hangs the Specials board. It reads:
'Happy' Hour
Drinks:
Tea of all kinds
Non-alcoholic sangria
Starters:
Jalapeno Business (Jalapeno-sweetcorn muffins with butter and honey)
Artichoke On It And Die (Spinach-artichoke dip with chips)
Rock Out with your Guac Out (Guacamole dip with chips)
Mains:
A Real Pizza Work (Mushroom pizza with caramelized onions, fontina cheese, and rosemary)
Tempura Tantrum (Assorted Vegetable Tempura)
You Wanna Pizza Me? (Pesto pizza with roasted red peppers, mushrooms, and asparagus)
Oh Kaaaaaaale No (Cannellini Bean and Kale soup)
Quiche of Death (Spinach, tomato and feta cheese quiche)
Ice Cream:
Cherrytale Wedding
Deja Brew
Banannoying As Hell
Grow a Pear
Chocoholics Anonymous Failure
Utter Peach of Shit
Mango Fuck Yourself "So, bar's open, everyone," she mutters. That done, and hoping no one really takes notice, Rae settles down with the classifieds section of the New Arcadia newspaper, looking over the listings of apartments for rent.