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thanksgiving || chaennie

Based on the fact that Thanksgiving is next week

Or

Jennie is a flirty little shit and Chaeyoung is oblivious.

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Jennie sniffled in the cold, her nose having lost all feeling as her eyes scanned through the windows of all the nearby restaurants for spare seats. She should have known better than to expect anywhere would have room on a national holiday like Thanksgiving though, and she was slowly resigning herself to the fact that she wouldn't be having anything resembling a full turkey dinner. Of course, she wouldn't be out in the cold looking for a meal if her mother hadn't kicked her out of the house in the first place all those days ago. She could return to the house and be fed sure, but only if she admitted that her lesbianism was a phase sooooo, yeah that wasn't happening. Also, being a small time criminal certainly didn't endear her to mother dearest (that might have been the real reason but Jennie found it much easier to hate her mother by telling herself it was the former, even though her mother hadn't said those words since she'd been a stupid teenager and the woman had in fact changed her tune since. Now in her mid twenties and an olympic level grudge holder, Jennie was an expert at the whole transfer of guilt thing.)

The dark haired girl rubbed her hands up and down her arms and sighed, the air expelled from her lungs creating clouds that further served to freeze her hair with the rapidly cooling condensation. She was about to turn around and make her way back to the bus station bench she'd been frequenting when her eyes caught on a rather unfortunate sight. Some shop had a large sign out on the side of the road to entice drivers by and pedestrians to come in and try their food, only the imagery used was less than...... desirable. Jennie choked on a laugh and made a snap decision, her feet instead carrying her towards the shop.

Pushing open the heavy glass door, Jennie pulled off her gloves and shoved them into the pockets of her leather jacket. Looking around, she saw that the place was only at about a third capacity, quite obviously the establishment was the last ditch effort for many people's thanksgiving plans that night. She could feel her extremities again and that put a certain spring in her step and mischief in her eyes, so Jennie walked up to the front counter and leaned forward, elbows resting on aged laminate and her signature smirk in place.

No one was at the counter even after a few moments standing there so Jennie turned and leaned back against it, arms crossed and head held high as she took in the patrons eating their fried foods. Mostly college students by the looks of it, lots of books spread across tables and myriad stacks of caffeinated beverage cups to go along with their frazzled and stressed out expressions. Ah, final exams. Jennie chuckled dryly, very glad to be in her own shoes rather than theirs.

Jennie turned around and resumed her earlier position, eyes narrowing as she realized there still wasn't anyone there to take her order. She rolled her eyes dramatically and allowed her gaze to fall on the tattered countertop and upon alighting on a bell next to the register, she grinned and dragged it towards herself, immediately ringing it with a quick drop of her hand on the little button on the top. It tinged loudly but still no one appeared, so she did it again. And again, and again, and again until a very annoyed blonde appeared through the archway into the rear of the establishment and power walked to the front to stand behind the counter, directly facing Jennie.

"Hi, my name is Chaeyoung. What can I get for you?" The woman's voice was tight and her smile was entirely too toothy.

"Depends on whether you're actually selling what you're advertising." Jennie replied in her best sultry voice.

The brunette frowned adorably. "Well, take a look at our menu. We have everything that is listed so knock yourself out."

Jennie chuckled. "Oh I know what I want, but I don't think what's on your sign out front is actually listed on your regular menu. Maybe you have one for...." The dark haired woman leaned further forward, pushing her arms together to accentuate her cleavage and speaking directly into the now flustered blonde's ear. ".... preferred customers?" Jennie purred and was pleased to note that Chaeyoung shivered slightly.