Toast

Lifting his can, Ethan knocks it against Charlie's in a small toast.

Smiling, Charlie lets out a small laugh. "Next time I'll be sure to work you harder." She tilts her head slightly. "Are you looking for work?"

Ethan cringes slightly, fearing he's being offered a job. The occasional stint outside was one thing, but what Charlie did was a bit too far. "Not really," he answers honestly, considering he' hadn't been looking at all. "Not yet at least."

Charlie smirks slightly, catching the cringe. "Well when you're ready to look, you should talk to Sam. She'll hook you up."

"Sam..." Ethan feels something in his brain stir, something forgotten almost waking up.

"Yeah. She, like, works at town hall. Dunno exactly what she does, but she can get you in."

"Doing what?" Ethan barely asks the question, still trying to recall why the name is so familiar.

"Fuck if I know. Town shit." She nods towards the envelope on the end table. "She's the one who paid for our services today."

"Huh..." Ethan blinks, glancing at the money. He still can't remember her at all, and the thought gnaws at him. But if she could find his well-paying work she might be worth looking up. So long as it's not quite so physical.

Ethan mulls it over for a few beats too long, making Charlie suspicious. "You have the hots for her for something?" The question is more an accusation, based on the slight tinge of venom in her tone.

Snapping to attention, Ethan considers how to answer.