Commander's Rounds Volume 1

Gaiden Entry 122.5: Measuring up

St. Louis was left at home. Not that she was there to be lazy, she had just finished all of her regular duties for the day, and was enjoying a well-deserved rest at home. Brooklyn was also around, but she was busy preparing statements to be sent out to Azur Lane's sponsor nations. Even if Brooklyn wasn't as visibly by the commander's side as some of his other assistants, Brooklyn's quiet work at being a filter between the commander and various national governments was as important as any other. While Brooklyn was the one who understood the complexities, even St. Louis understood that you couldn't separate the military from the political.

The fact that St. Louis didn't have to worry about that sort of thing meant that she could lay back on the couch and read her fashion magazines during her downtime, and she did occasionally think about what it might be like to see Melissa's work in print one of these days.

That was probably a bit far off, though, plus she couldn't think of Melissa working with regular runway models- She got the feeling that Melissa would find really skinny girls to be too boring.

It was in one of those moments that she got a notification on her phone, and she wasn't about to keep any of her social partners waiting. And it was from Melissa, which made it double important.

FashionFriend: Helllllp ;_:

Lucky_Lou: What seems to be the problem?

FashionFriend: I missed the bus and now I'm stuck, could you pick me up? Hurry, please?

Lucky_Lou: Are you in danger?

FashionFriend: No, but even though my shift is over, if I'm in uniform the customers think I'm still working, save me plz

Lucky_Lou: Don't worry, I'll be right there <3

Lucky Lou smiled, and decided that if she was going to pick up her girlfriend, she would do it in style. So, it was time to take the car out.

How St. Louis got her hands on a McLaren P1 was her little secret- It was an expensive car, to be sure, but considering how few there were around, it wasn't even a car you could necessarily buy with money. You had to be able to do something for someone, prevent something from being done to someone, or know something about someone, or any number of things that would convince an owner to even consider putting it up for sale. Even if someone was willing to put one up for regular sale, it was possible you'd have to be in the right social circles to even know about it.

And St. Louis was going to take hers out for a drive to pick up her girlfriend from her retail job.

St. Louis didn't pay any mind to anyone who had questions they wanted to ask, because even though this was a car meant for showing off, the only thing on her mind was picking Melissa up from her job so that she wouldn't have to deal with customers any longer than was strictly necessary. It didn't take her long to get there- the roads between the base and the town were fairly empty at this time of day, and she pulled up in front of the shop, rolling down the passenger-side window.

And that's when she saw Melissa arguing with a woman that was probably around twice her age and doing everything she could to hide it. St. Louis pulled up close enough that she could hear the argument. Melissa was very insistent. "Miss, my shift is over- If you'll just wait for a bit, one of the others would be right with you."

"You can't fool me, you're probably just making up excuses to slack off from work!" Said the inexplicably irate customer. "Now, you're going to get back in there and find what I tell you to, because last I heard, the customer is always right!"