Agree, and Cover Her Shift

You might have done something tonight. Hang out at a bar, call up a friend, or catch a movie, but Janna is asking sweetly and it’s hard to refuse her. “Oh fine, I’ll cover you.” You tell her. A smile spreads across her face. “Aww, thanks, I’ll really owe ya something.” She thanks you.

She finishes your shift and is putting her apron away when Ozzy finds her. “The Hell are you going? You’re closing tonight.” He’s standing in his office’s doorway peering at Janna folding her apron and tucking it under a drawer. “Oh I’m headed home, but you’ll be fine without me.” She turns to look up at Ozzy, who stands a good half foot above her. “I, my shift is covered tonight.” She finishes, a little tremble in her voice.

Ozzy glares down at her, it’s hard to read the hyena sometimes. He might just burst laughing, or get real pissed. Hard to say. You watch from a safe distance as Janna slowly begins to move away from Ozzy to leave out the back door. The Hyena watching if her like a predator. She’s leaving the door when he finally says, “Have a good evening.” And turns around into his office.

‘Damn Ozzy.’ You mutter to yourself, and continue working into the night.

For a good few hours it’s just you, Ozzy, and a mouse co-worker cooking in the kitchen. You run orders back and forth to be prepared, then taken to a table. The mouse, who’s name is Nancy, is probably the newest member of the kitchen. She’s a looker. Soft clean white fur along her body, and a beautiful smooth voice. It’s a little deep from what you’d expect from her, but she makes it work. But the thing is, she isn’t on the light side of her body. Under her tough food preparing apron and canvas uniform, she has a remarkably muscular and toned body.

“Hey,” she calls to you on one of your returns, “Do you know how to clean the fryer, we need it cleaned before closing and no-ones showed me how.” Yeah, you could do that. “Sure,” you reply. “Just uh, makes sure it’s off, then we’ll scrape and rinse, it’s real easy.”

She thanks you, and together you work at cleaning the fryer. It doesn’t take long, just a few minutes. Nancy understood real quick, and before long she didn’t need your help. “Sweet! Thanks,” she nods and takes over. As you walk away you feel her eyes on you for an extra second.

Closing time. Well, 15 minutes to closing time. No-one’s in the diner, the tables are cleaned, and dishes put away. You rest at the luncheonette while Nancy comes from the kitchen to check in why it’s so quiet.

“We’re empty.” You say to her.

“Finally, that was a long day.” She says, walking around the counter to sit next to you.

“Tired?”

“Oh yeah, tired and hungry, but I’m sick of food.” She jokes. “How can anyone keep this up for years?”

“Hey, sometimes we don’t have a choice.”

“Yeah, but still, I don’t wanna eat fries ever again. I could go for a drink though.” She says slyly. She gets up and is walking into the kitchen, but before walking through the door separation she turns back as says, “Come on, I know a place.” Her paw waves you over.