Summer Job

Introductions

03/08/1992

'that lad definitely thinks you're fit' jamie commented awkwardly, making conversation as he drove me to work.

'what lad?'

'the one who smokes fags. he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the second you arrived last week' he replied.

'oh, yeah. he's a nice guy' i replied, hoping to shut down the conversation.

'smoking's grim, y/n, he can't be that nice if he smokes'

'i think smokings attractive, actually jamie' i retorted, slightly pissed off by his comment.

'not my problem if you wanna fuck up your lungs' he snapped back.

'you're right, it's not your problem, so maybe just mind your own business?' i hissed, shutting him up. it really annoys me when jamie tries to act like my big brother, we aren't even that close for fucks sake.

the remainder of the journey was silent, with only the radio and the faint sound of rain falling onto the windscreen filling the background noise.

'cheers' i muttered, stepping out of the car and slamming the car door behind me. jamie quickly drove off leaving a trail of black smoke from his exhaust pipe. prick.

i stepped into the reception hall, darting my eyes in different directions trying to spot damon, having no luck.

'hey!' a sweet voice came from behind me. i turned around to see a relatively short girl with long blonde hair tied neatly back into a low ponytail which was rested on her shoulder.

'hey' i replied, 'what's your name?'

'i'm alice, what's your name?'

'y/n, nice to meet you alice'

'nice to meet you too. is this your first shift?' she asked, tilting her head.

'no, actually, this is my third, what about you?'

'yeah, this is my first. have you seen anyone yet?'

'nope, but do you want a tour before everyone arrives? i can show you where everything is et cetera?' i offered.

'sure' she responded with a smile before joining me to walk towards the stairs.

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i had spent the majority of the shift meeting new staff and setting up the tables in the dining room. this wedding was much bigger than the previous ones i had worked at, so for once it wasn't just me and damon working.

'fuck me id rather watch paint dry than do this any longer' damon exclaimed out loud, placing down, on what was probably, his hundredth knife onto the table.

i noticed alice look down with a smile as she giggled to herself.

'what you laughing at?' damon teased. the poor girl, she was probably awfully intimidated by him.

'nothing' she responded quietly, as myself and a couple others spectated the exchange.

'i know i'm funny, you can just tell me, y'a know?' damon arrogantly joked. alice didn't respond, but instead just continued making the table with a stack of forks in her hand.

'dont be a bully, damon' i stepped in, jokingly.

'fukin hell sorry, y/n'

'language!' our shift manager, maggie, shouted from across the room.

'my bad' damon responded, followed by dropping his knife onto the floor.

'someone's a mess today' i flirted. damon picked up his fork and huffed in despair, shaking his head.

'can i have two of you go and collect some more plates from the plate room please?' maggie demanded. damon locked eyes with me before saying 'me and y/n will.'

'yeah sure' i smiled, placing down my stack of spoons.

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'so what do you do then' damon quizzed me as we stepped into the lift.

'huh?' i replied, confused as to what he meant.

'y'a know, like, you go to uni or what?'

'oh no, im still at college. my second year. why, what do you do?'

'fuck no, i don't go to uni. i just live in the area, working as many part time jobs as i can.' he chuckled. 'how old are you then?'

i hesitated. 'eighteen, yourself?'

'35' he said with a straight face, before gently smiling and following up with 'i'm taking the piss, i'm 23' before i could even react.

'not too bad then' i commented confidently.

'what do you mean by that?' he asked, the corner of his mouth turned up and his eyebrow raised.

'oh nothing. so you got any hobbies or anything?' i teased.

'changing the subject i see' he smirked. 'but yeah i play guitar, yourself?'

'meh, i like to paint sometimes' you shugged your shoulders nonchalantly as the lift doors opened.

'ahhh a painter, okay, i see' damon commented.

'what's that supposed to mean?' i replied, taken slightly a-back.

'oh nothing.' he mocked, winking at me.

a/n
sorry this chapter is really i boring. i just wanted to introduce a few more characters and let damon and yourself get to know each-other a bit better. it'll pick up soon;))