Amagadas Academy

Pink Slip of Permission

Just to Quinn's luck, the next day was her first day of work at the café.

But hey, she was four hundred dollars richer thanks to Francis.

Plus an extra fifty for driving them home since they were too drunk. 

For people that wore the most notable costumes, they were really damn hard to find. She found Clarence passed out on a floaty, Ophelia running around photo-bombing people, Francis nursing a beer in the corner of the dining room, and Zay making nachos in the kitchen and mumble-singing Ice Spice songs.

It was like dragging kids out of a panaderia.

Now, she had to play the sick card. Her job started at four, meaning she was going to miss science and PE. 

Was she sad about this? Hell no.

"I think I have a cold," she explained to the nurse with a fake cough. "I don't think I'll be able to handle my next classes."

The nurse gave her an unamused look then signed something onto her clipboard.

His eyes were sunken into his face with dark circles surrounding them. Not to mention the premature balding on the back of his head.

"You're the twenty-third person to come in today," he informed Quinn. "You kids need to stop partying. Back when I came here we were civilized. We didn't spend school nights drinking and indulging in promiscuity."

Okay... How old is this guy? Maybe he can help me with my essay on the Victorian Era.

Nonetheless, he wrote her a pink slip of permission.

Immediately after it was handed to her, she bolted out of the office. 

She had a plan for getting to town. Was it completely legal? No... Would it work? Definitely.

First, she needed to get a car.

One of Zay's cars, which was parked in a student garage that was only half a mile away.

Quinn got there in ten minutes in a jog. The path there was off the road and very much a place someone would get murdered in. Quinn sprinted to the garage and to the second floor. The least expensive was an Audi S4 in white, and to her luck she'd pick-pocketed him at the party for the keys. There was no harm in what he didn't know. She unlocked it with a hit of the button and jumped in.

Next, she needed to be discreet.

Specifically, she needed to leave no scratches on the car or make it too dirty. 

Quinn recalled her lessons in driving that Aaliyah's brief lesson in driving she'd given to the girl when she started working there. Aaliyah's reasoning for trusting the twelve year-old with driving a car but not handling a cash register was questionable at best. She exited the garage quietly and drove with the most focus that she could muster while hung-over.

Once there she parked it outside and rushed into the Maga Cafe. 'Vienna' by Billy Joel played faintly in the background. The only barista was Carmen, who was putting down the chairs for the table. Quinn rushed over to help her.

"I didn't know you'd be here this early," Carmen informed her. "The others usually come a few minutes late. Oh well, have you ever worked at an electric cash register?"

Carmen gestured at the Ipad and square-shaped box on the table. When Quinn shook her head, Carmed gestured for her to follow the barista over to it.

After powering it on, she instructed Quinn to put in the code on the post-it, making the screen instantly show the app. On the side of the screen was all the drinks and food they had, plus a customized drink option where you would be forced to put in exactly what the customer asked for. The order would then go on the tv screen where the barista's brewed drinks and they would make it according to the order ingredient shown below.