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Post by evita on Feb 15, 2013 0:36:14 GMT -5
There were good things about owning the restaurant, like food and spending time with Day. But then there were the annoying things, like crawling out of bed at the crack of dawn to go argue with a distributor about something. Just because La Reve could afford to pay more for some of the craptastic food (there! she said it) that was brought to the capital, it did not mean that The Hole in the Wall could. It was bad enough they had to share distributors, she and Day always got the left-over picked through junk that Emerson Remington didn’t want, but the fact that she was getting price gouged when she had the most recent catalog and price sheets on her desk, well, that was not something that she was going to stand for. No, that spineless little slip of a man at the distributing company ended up being on the receiving end of a good old fashioned bellowing at by the girl. Unlike certain people, she didn’t like playing the game to get what she needed. No, she wanted it to be fair in the end, even she and Day had gotten some starter funding from Day’s parents. It was in the past now and Vita was slowly trying to figure out just how much she could shave off of her and Day’s salaries to pay them back. Not they’d let her, but she could try.
What started off as a stressful morning ended up with Vita sitting at the breakfast bar, her head down, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her, and her high heeled feet dangling beneath her, not able to reach the floor. By all gods, she hated mornings, especially ones like this. She’d finally gotten her way and was refunded a good chunk of change based on the argument that they had to be informed of price hikes, if not in person, then at least by some kind of flyer, announcement, something like that. It simply wasn’t right to raise prices on loyal clients without telling them. It made her want to switch companies, but then she’d have to learn a new system and a new way of doing things. Although that wasn’t too big a problem, it also wasn’t something that she was willing to do at the moment, not with all of the other things that she had going as the one person who could handle the accounts and receipts and ordering. Maybe if she had help, but she also knew that even if current operating costs went down, getting another financial minion probably wasn’t the most economical decision.
Through the train of foggy thoughts that were going through her head, the scent of fresh baked goods worked their way into her sinuses. Day was up to something in that kitchen of hers. What it was, Vita would never understand. As far as she was concerned, an oven was a magic box out of which came tasty things to eat and tasty things to sell. That was all. She had no greater interest in the thing either, the one time she had tried to help Day in the kitchen had ended badly, leaving her with a rather large and ugly burn where her arm hit the hot oven one day. There truly was no good way to get around the fact that Vita simply didn’t belong in a kitchen. She’d never been a good cook, never had to be.
She raised her head and looked into the kitchen. “Whatcha cooking up in there?” she half-yelled to make sure that she was heard, it was sometimes impossible to tell if she could actually be heard over the din of popping and fizzing and baking and all of those other food things. Kitchens, like ovens, were black boxes from whence tasties came. She wasn’t big on knowing what was in her food, she was more into ‘does it taste good?’ And as far as things went, it was an okay thing to help run a business based on.
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Feb 15, 2013 14:38:25 GMT -5
Day was a morning person. Well, a morning person in the sense of their mornings but a morning person all the same. She liked to get up early because she found it more than a little bit calming, back when she had been living at home it was a time before any of the other Winters children had been up and she could have time with just her adoptive parents or she could have the kitchen to herself to bake for as long as she liked, often making breakfast for the whole house because it was just what she enjoyed doing.
So it really was no surprise that she had gotten up early and headed to the Hole in the Wall. Because, while the kitchen in her apartment was pretty good, the kitchen at the café was the best. Absolutely the best. Which, you know, made sense being that without a good kitchen what was the point of the place even existing? You couldn’t make good food in a bad kitchen after all. So she had headed over there earlier than she had to, do that way she could hide herself out in the kitchen and experiment for a little bit.
Day had come in early, though there were still other cooks bustling about getting ready for the day, not many but enough, with a bag of her own. Though Vita kept the kitchen amazingly stocked—through some methods that Day couldn’t understand and refused to try to understand, math was not her strong suit—when Day was experimenting she liked to bring in her own ingredients. Not because they were better, because most of the time they were worse or same quality, but because Day didn’t want to use their stock on her little experiments. If they were good enough to go on the menu, that was when she used the stuff from the Hole’s kitchen.
She was also completely not dressed to work the front. At all. Though Day always had a relaxed attitude about what she wore to work and often did so in jeans and a tee, she was really beyond the scope of her usual relaxed. Mostly, she had chosen what she was wearing because she knew she’d be baking though. Day had a habit of getting the ingredients all over herself, and the white shirt and gray jeans would make sure it showed up less. Flour was usually her greatest foe in this arena.
And from that moment on, Day was in her own little world. Oh, she was usually pretty scatterbrained and off in her own head, it was just the way she was and she had nearly gotten herself into trouble more times than once in school over it. She was not really the focusing type. But when she was baking it was a whole different realm of “being in her own little world.” Because she was focused, just not on anything that anyone else ever really seemed to understand.
Day had started to bake to help her get some sort of control over her lift, after all. And it had just stuck as her method of living. She smiled to herself as she whipped the batter with her spoon—she wasn’t fond of whisks—to get rid of the lumps. It was funny how being in control of a batter, or a mix, was enough to make her feel more in control of herself as well. But it had, and now here she was. Baking every day in a place she loved and owned with her best friend, even if her parents had had to help them start off.
She was just pouring the batter onto the skillet when she heard a voice call out and blinked. When had Vita gotten here? It just showed how much attention Day ever paid when she was left to her own devices. She smiled, Vita wanted to know what she was cooking? She’d just have to wait a moment, being that it was nearly done now. So Day, rather than answering, flipped what she was baking over with an expert flick of her wrist that had been gained from too much experience.
Once that was over with it was only a few more minutes and then she had the fruits of her experimentation on two plates and was ditching the kitchen for the front of house. She sat a plate down in front of her best friend with a smile and then plopped down next to her with her own plate. French toast pancakes” she said with a smile, snagging the syrup for herself from where it was kept. Or…at least that’s what they’re supposed to be. I was experimenting” she said with a little shrug before cutting into her breakfast and nibbling. And then she nodded, approvingly. There were definitely ways she could improve the recipe before it went on the menu but not too bad.
She swallowed the food in her mouth and then looked over at Vita. She looked a tad bit stressed out, so of course Day was going to ask. ”How’d the stuff with the distributor go?” she didn’t need any details being that, that side of their business made no sense to Day, but hey, she had to be the best friend and ask. ”You’re looking a tad bit stressed,” she said, offering a small smile and a “no offense” sort of look along with it.
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Post by evita on Feb 28, 2013 12:24:00 GMT -5
There was a certain charm to the place that was currently lost on Vita. The Hole was a cutesy little diner type place, which she was normally proud of, but with her head on the bar, looking more like a hungover co-ed than an owner, she was just trying to keep the day from spinning out of control. If she had her way, she’d be curled up in bed, ‘wasting’ her time (or so her aunt would say). But no. When days like this happened, she couldn’t send the cook that she’d trained to do all of the receiving to deal with the trouble. She had to go herself and deal with people face to face, sometimes before that eternally important first cup of coffee. Unlike Day, Vita was not made for mornings. They’d never been a good time. She’d excelled in waking up at just the right time to avoid too much contact with her aunt and uncle and their judgements about her life. They’d thought that she and her siblings had been ‘raised wrong’ and all of that. They weren’t bad people, but they surely were annoying. The only kid they’d ever raised was her, so who were they to say that her parents had been wrong?
Slumped over, she flexed her feet, wishing for a moment that she actually could reach the floor from the stool. It had been cute when she was ten, but now that she was an adult, wasn’t she supposed to be taller or something? She’d never been the tallest member of her family, it was true, but she’d always had the hope that the Ross height genes had somehow passed onto her. By all accounts, they had not. And so she compensated to get herself to a normal height. She stared at the pointed tips of her heels. She was never without the damn things, unless her ankles and feet hurt, at which point she was relegated to being in flat shoes. Even snow and ice didn’t slow her down in her high-heeled sprints through the city. She’d figured out that magic trick a long time ago.
The incoming scent of food and the sight of Day’s flour covered pants made her look up. “Isn’t that redundant?” she asked, reaching over the bar to grab a pair of forks, stabbing one through the pancakes in front of her and handing the other one off. Again, she wasn’t the most food oriented person, but she had thought that french toast and pancakes were dissimilar flour based item. And now she was presented with the quantum confusion of what she thought was real or functional. Or, simply, a change in the way her outlook on food went.
She rolled her eyes at the mention of the distributor and took the fork out of her pancakes, only to quickly use it to separate a section of the pancakes from the rest. “They went. Our costs won’t be going up until they can get me a new catalog. At that point, I can’t really make any promises on what we’ll be spending,” she said with a shrug. There was nothing that she could do about it, she didn’t have the kind of connections that she could use to hammer the suppliers into submission. And given that they’d started out using the highest quality suppliers coming through, she couldn’t very well go changing distributors. There would be a noticeable drop in the quality of their food and she wasn’t going to let that happen. Would she have to get creative? Quite possibly. Would she be sleep deprived? Most probably.
She popped her bit of pancake into her mouth, chewing slowly. She could taste the flavors that she associated with French toast, but with the texture of a pancake. She was a little confused on how she felt about the meal in front of her. She washed it down with a little coffee. “Because I am, it wasn’t an easy morning,” she said with a shrug. There wasn’t much more to it than that. Maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to keep everything going.
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Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Mar 3, 2013 22:03:57 GMT -5
Day thought about what her best friend had to say after she sat down the plate in front of her and tapped the fork that had been handed to her against her lips absently as she did, feeling the cool metal against her skin. She supposed that made sense. She had just been playing around, and this was why she always did her playing around when she was using her own ingredients. They couldn’t all be winners, after all.
In the end she shrugged and took a seat next to the stressed out blonde. And she proceeded to speak while she poured syrup over the concoction that was in front of her. ”I guess. Yeah you have a point. Not for the menu then” she said, shrugging slightly as she cut into it with her fork and popped it into her mouth. Well, at least it tasted like French toast, which was a win in her mind. It had been something she had been trying to do for most of the morning after all, mixing in this and that to see if she could get the right taste out of something that didn’t usually have that taste.
But then again, Day was a morning person. She found that her head was clear in the morning and she wasn’t the type ot stay out all night because she got tired sort of easily. She supposed that made her a bit of a party pooper but oh well, they all had their own little quirks, didn’t they? All the same, she was pleased that it came out well but Vita had a point. It was not for the menu. This was why most of Day’s experiments went through Vita first. Day didn’t think, she just went for whimsical most of the time and forgot abou the practical.
Day was the food person, she could cook every now and again but it was best that she stuck to her baking. All the same, she worked in a food based manner. She knew food. But she didn’t know what people would want, so it was a good system for her to subconsciously rely on her best friend’s opinion. She didn’t realize she did it most of the time.
She popped another piece into her mouth, oddly amused by the texture and the flavors not being what she was generally used to. But that was exciting to the silly little girl. She liked to mess with recipies and often would stick new things on the menu. The Hole in the Wall often had something new on the desert side of the menu, because of her. And she often encouraged their cooks to do the same as long as it went past her and Vita. She would have had to improve the recipe anyway before it would go on the menu, maybe she would just tweak it to not be so similar to French toast and just give it a new spin. Yes, that was what she would do. She was off in her own head for a moment as a list of how to do it went through it, before she came back down to her best friend. Certain people could do that. Hold her often flighty attention.
Tentatively, Day asked about the distributor. Mostly she was asking because Vita seemed stressed out by it, not because she thought she’d understand any of it if Vita actually decided to talk to her about it. She was trying to be supportive, after all, about the side of the business that she didn’t handle. Honestly though, in asking, she was more concerned for the other woman than she was for the business. Friendship before the Hole, in her mind. Both were linked in this instance but if it came down to it… not that she had to think about that, really. It would never come down to that.
She nodded a little bit, a small frown on her lips. She hated that this sorta thing was happening. She didn’t get why the damn prices had to go up. But she nodded all the same. ”Well…we’ll manage. We always do” she said, a bit slowly because she was thinking as she spoke. ”We can always up the prices of what we’re selling but…I’d rather not if possible” she said. Day didn’t handle the pricing end, or the money, but she liked this place to be a refuge, a cute little hang out. She linked prices going up with things not being happy and she didn’t feel like that was what they were all about. But she supposed if they had to they could. She just didn’t want to have to.
She had to smile though, catching Vita’s face about eating her latest concoction. ”I can get you a more normal breakfast, V” she said, with a wide smile, almost tempted to laugh. But Day didn’t laugh often, if ever. But the face was inspiring something like that.
”Especially after a not-easy morning.” she spoke, nodding slightly, she popped another piece of pancake into her mouth, still oddly amused by the flavours. ”Or chocolate. Chocolate helps deal with bullshit mornings” she said, nodding like an authority. But sweets solved all. Or at least, they did to her.
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Post by evita on Mar 6, 2013 23:03:59 GMT -5
After this, she was going to crawl back into bed and lay there until she either fell asleep out of boredom or by natural means. She was not made to keep a restaurant owner’s schedule. There were reasons that their deliveries came later in the day. She could be there and oversee, making sure to tick off the boxes and ensure everything was there. Yes, she had a cook trained to do it. Yes, she had the managing cook trained to order and pass it on to her but by all the gods, living and dead, she liked to get in there every now and then and check things out for herself. After all, if something went wrong and money went missing or there was not enough produce or something in the walk in, who did the cooks blame? Not their fearless leader. She remembered the manager before this one. Horrible at ordering, worse at handling it. She’d had no choice but to fire the man and spend a lot of time training the next one. But at least with this one, he understood that if he screwed up her orders or deliberately screwed them over, it was his ass on the line. No one would ever hire him again. She couldn’t say that was a guarantee, but she could say lots of nasty things talking to his future employers. Machiavellian? A bit. Necessary? Quite.
She was glad that even though she was possibly one of the most food challenged people on the planet, Day valued her opinion on her things. It was nice knowing that she had some function rather than just making the books balance (namely being beta tester of all of the food). It wasn’t much, true, but she liked that she could somehow contribute to the little world that they had built for themselves and help influence what people ate. She was the average when it came to food and somehow, that meant she was useful. She’d sneered and stared deadpan at ideas that the cooks threw around from time to time. Things like a hamburger in between two slices of french toast with lemon cream cheese and bacon. She’d stopped that one in its tracks and declared it “too damn weird” for their menu. Yes, the cooks had sulked; yes, she spent her time killing their hopes and dreams; but was it really something that people would eat?
“Don’t even worry about it, you bake and I’ll do the figuring,” she said with a smile, taking a quick sip of her coffee. Sometimes, she probably put too much time and too much work into figuring out how to keep the place afloat. It wasn’t that they didn’t have business, they did, lots of it, they just had generally low prices relative to food costs. They made enough to live and to pay the staff and the bills, but that was it. There was no raking in change at the end of the day. But the lower prices were part of the charm that she was busy ignoring. They were somewhere that the average Joe could take his family and not break the bank, unlike La Reve, which cost an arm and a leg to get into. She shrugged. “That’s been coming our way for a while, I’ve been trying to figure out how to do it without the regulars panicking and scaring off new customers,” she said, “but if our prices go up, I just don’t see how we can avoid it.”
“They're not bad,” she said with a shrug. “They just aren’t the best. Bacon and toast would be fantastic as a replacement, though.” Vita didn’t like confusing if she couldn’t see that there was some sort of pattern. Here, in this pancake, there was none. It wasn’t toast and it wasn’t cake. The first time she’d eaten pancakes, at least according to her mother when she was still alive, Vita had tried them and promptly declared that they were not, in fact, cake and as such had to be called something else. Of course, with older brothers, tired parents, and a melee of younger siblings, that protest had been lost in the crowd, not addressed, and apparently they were still called pancakes by the general populace. She much preferred the word flapjack. It didn’t imply that they were something that they weren’t, namely cake.
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
Co-Owner ? The Hole in the Wall
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Mar 14, 2013 21:41:50 GMT -5
Most would not think Day had the mind for business. She wanted to make people happy, she was horrible at math, she tended to spend her money a little too fast, and she always had her head in the clouds. And they would be right. Day was not the most business minded person on the block. But what she did know she did well, she was good with people, she was good at making sure her employees worked together and she was a damn good judge of character to hire people who could work and work well. And she didn’t care what species they were, thank you.
She didn’t know how to handle pricing, or ordering, though she could if she had to especially for the baked goods. But that was why she was part of a partnership, rather than the person who owned this on her own. Her and Vita were a good match that way, and she absolutely adored her best friend for it, opposites and all in some ways. She employed her strengths and made sure that she was always not a weak link, she made sure that she always was functioning and not just some floozy who was being dragged along.
Besides, Day had a mind for food. She knew how to be creative, to push the boundaries, to make sure that the Hole in the Wall had things that people could get absolutely nowhere else. She always remembered what people ordered—despite her bad memory and her penchant for forgetting just about everything, she could remember food and recipes like no one's business—and people enjoyed that about her. A mind for food. And a mind for making people feel at home. Those were her strengths and she knew it.
She took a nibble at the French Toast Pancakes, way too amused by the fact that it was different and something that probably shouldn’t go together. And nodded as she listened to her best friend speak. She was pretty stress free today, so that meant she would happily take on some of her stress, be the best friend, because wasn’t that the best friend’s job? ”Well, feel free to rant to me about it and I’ll try to keep up” she said with a smile and a nod, drowning her piece of pancake in more syrup before she popped it into her mouth.
Day had brought up raising the prices, with the prices of the food they were buying going up, even though she really didn’t like the idea and she mentioned that. ”Well, our food is damn good and the quality is too, it’ll be worth the extra money so hopefully that’ll keep people coming back. Plus our place is a lot more relaxed than just about anything around here, so we have that going for us” she said with a nod, thinking out loud. Vita was right though, she was pretty sure that there was no way they could avoid it. Even though she hated it.
Absently, Day managed to go off in her own head as she killed her first pancake. Speaking of the odd charm that this place had, that morning Day had amused herself putting different colored twinkle lights—red at the moment for the fact that it was nearly February, nearly Valentines day—around all the windows and other places, along with the lights that were on up top. This was what happened when Day didn’t have things to entertain herself, she found ways to entertain herself. But she thought it added to the charm, made it warm and homey. She enjoyed that. And the only person who could make her take it down was sitting right next to her.
She blinked back to the real world, speaking to Vita and telling her she could get her something more normal. She grinned a bit at her friend’s comment. ”Yeah, I enjoy them but I’m weird.” she said, smiling still before shaking her head. ”Coming right up” she said, before disappearing into the kitchen.
Her area of expertise was not the regular food, she stuck to her baking and had ever since her adoptive mother had shown her when they had first brought her to their home, but she did know how to make bacon and toast. It was seriously an easy thing to do. And she was done and ready within ten minutes r so and was coming back with a new plate for her friend.
”Bacon and toast…how boring” she teased her friend, not really meaning it at the slightest. She slid the plate in front of her friend, and stole her remaining French Toast Pancakes, fully planning on finishing them off herself.
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Post by evita on Mar 28, 2013 11:41:31 GMT -5
She shook her head as she prodded the pancakes with her fork. “Nah, its not really that big a deal. If I had been able to deal with this later in the day, I would have been a little happier, I just think that breakfast hours are starting to get to me,” she said with a shrug. There was little enough that she could do but use a surprise tactic this morning and storm in as the doors opened at the suppliers. Every other time she’d gone in to scream, she went in at a respectable hour of the day, the times she actually liked. But not today, today was not a day for normal tactics. No, she’d walked into the managers office, leaving the door open behind her, and quite clearly slowed down time when he said he didn’t have time to deal with her. That was perhaps her greatest advantage over other people, they always had time for her when she wanted them to.
Vita laughed a little and nodded. Their food was good and she was sure that people (especially the regulards) were willing to pay a little more for it, she was just worried about what would happen when they did. They’d always been the bargain on the block and while they were no fast food place (a brief memory of a ball pit and being shoved by her elder brothers took hold for a second), they were a relatively cheap place. But it was important that they kept their employees and kept the food coming in the door and for that, she was going to have to take a look at the menu and see where the margins for change were the biggest and take that into account. Some items ran on a slim margin, where they would have their prices bumped up a little easier than some of the others, where she’d already pushed them to a little bit broader of a margin than the others. It was all a numbers game and those were the kind that Vita was best at. The thought reminded her that she had an incomplete sudoku waiting for her at home. After breakfast, she’d finish with that.
“But I love you for it,” she said as Day disappeared into the kitchen to get something more normal for Vita to eat. Vita wasn’t a foodie, wasn’t even really that concerned with it outside of her daily relationship with food and the fact that she was directly involved with it on a daily basis. She ate, she slept, and she repeated. Her art with food was making it all appear, raw and ready to be cooked. And at that, she was positively fantastic, the best in the business if she might say so herself. Sure, she didn’t have the money to throw around like some other people, but she had the force of her personality and the simple fact that she quite literally could stretch minutes into hours. Sometimes, it was all she needed, making the world slow down around her and the person that she was arguing with. It was enough of a shocker most of the time that she got her way.
“Boring, but tasty,” she said with a grin. Somedays all that she wanted was the simple things, one of the reasons that when she was stressed out and not craving anything from the Hole, she went down to the pizzeria and enjoyed a few slices and a couple of beers or sodas. It reminded her of being a kid sometimes, her aunt had never been one for actually cooking, and as such, they had eaten a lot of “kid-friendly” ready-to-bake options. There were few enough of those that were healthy, and so Vita spent a lot of time eating fruit otherwise. When they were still a family and everyone was still alive, her mother had been a fantastic cook, feeding her family on what little she could gather and making fantastic meals appear practically out of thin air. It had been a fantastic childhood, back before the war.
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Onyx Vampire
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Apr 13, 2013 21:06:28 GMT -5
She laughed when Vita told her she loved her for it. Being loved for being weird. Well, that wasn’t all that abnormal for little miss Day, she thought with a shake of her head. She supposed it was almost normal. But then, if being weird was being normal did that make it weird anymore? She shook her head and pushed away that sort of thought. She really didn’t need to confuse herself when she was just going back here to pull together a normal breakfast together for Vita.
She figured, it was boring, but it was what she wanted. And V had worked hard enough for the little café of theirs today that she deserved her normal breakfast even if Day would rather concoct some sort of weird creation for her that she hoped would be delightful for the taste buds. Perhaps tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow was likely. Day could only hold off on the new recipe tasting for so long after all! Especially if they were going to have to raise prices. That meant she would have to up her game and pull together some unique stuff for them. Some things that would set them up above the rest.
”I love you too!” she called back, with a grin, after nearly forgetting to when she had gotten distracted instead by her weird thoughts that, in all likelihood, only made sense to her. She had nearly burnt things before by getting so in her head but that was just the way that Day was. As if her nickname stood for Day Dreamer, rather than being pulled from the middle of the name she had been born with. She shook her head and finished pulling together the breakfast that Vita had requested. And brought it out to her before sitting back down herself.
She grinned back at her friend and finished her covert—or not so covert most likely knowing Day—stealing of the pancakes that Vita had decided to turn down in favor of the boring. ”Well, as long as it’s tasty” she said, rolling her eyes as she now dug into Vita’s pancakes, having finished her own while she was busy being amused by them. She was always amused by her things when she managed t make them come out how they had appeared in her head. It wasn’t all that rare as it had bene when she was young but still. It pleased her every time.
”You know…” she said thoughtfully before popping another piece of pancake into her mouth and chewing it before she spoke again. This time speaking slowly and looking at her friend as if gaging what reaction she would have to the words she was about to speak. ”I could always…ask my parents” she spoke, going back on the original subject of the prices of their supplies for a moment. She was that sort, to get distracted and eventually go back to the subject they had been on and it took a certain type of person to follow Day’s forms of conversation.
She was just an odd little duck that way but she barely noticed. Most people around her did but they never seemed to comment—to her face anyway.
She brought it up gently and carefully because her parents, as she called them because they were more than just her adoptive parents they had raised her, had helped pay for them opening the Hole in the first place. She knew they would both be overjoyed to help them again, because her parents had open hearts and money was no object for them and never had been. But she also knew that they would absolutely refuse to let the two girls ever pay them back and would ignore any sort of attempt to do so.
And she wasn’t sure how Vita would feel about that happening again, hence why Day brought it up carefully. She preferred they do it on their own, herself. But she also hated the idea of rising prices when their niche in this sector had always been having the cheapest—and best—food on the block. So it was a weird place for Day, who didn’t want either rthing to happen. But she would take her parents over losing their customers being a possibility and then the Hole. She would always prefer to keep the Hole as it was. Always.
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Post by evita on May 23, 2013 21:03:00 GMT -5
Vita picked up one of the pieces of bacon and examined it closely for a second before popping it into her mouth, relishing the crispness of the meat and the fat. Maybe it was just that she didn’t like breakfasts with flavor. Who knew. She washed down the bite with some coffee and grinned. “Mmmmm, tasty bacon,” she said, winking at her best friend as she kicked her feet. She did wish some days that she could reach the floor from the stools at the bar, but that was something for a different world and a different version of herself. Besides, being short allowed her to wear whatever damn shoes she wanted without giving a crap about what other people thought of her or id she was taller than the men around her. She was fun-sized and could probably still keep up (as much as she ever could) in an all out sprint in her heels. She was mildly off balance without them, always rocking forward onto her toes and trying to balance herself in them.
At the suggestion that they ask Day’s parents, Vita did her damndest to bite back an immediate ‘no’ and did so quite successfully. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Day’s parents or all that they had done for the Hole, it was that she was completely convinced that the Hole should be theirs outright, no favors owed and no one who had the ability to tell them what to do. Would Day’s parents do that? No. Would Vita’s aunt and uncle? Faster than greased lightning. Vita was always wary anymore about taking anything that came ‘no strings attached’ like her new family had. It had come with more strings than she had ever expected and she wasn’t sure that she liked how involved her aunt and uncle were still trying to be in her life. When she’d moved out on her own, she’d made it clear that she was done with them and that she was her own person from her own family that wasn’t to be confused too much with theirs. It hadn’t been a bad childhood, per se, but it had been enough of a struggle with them that she didn’t want to be anywhere near them anymore. Perhaps it was that they tried to hard to step into the roles that they had been assigned, parenting her near to tears and making sure they were the most annoyingly nosy pair of adults on the block.
“Or we could get a loan at the bank, work and repay it over time,” she said, picking up a piece of toast. She wasn’t trying to dismiss Day’s idea, it was just not her cup of tea. She took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as she considered the rest of the way the world would go. “But getting more money temporarily doesn’t change the fact that prices are going up for the food we use to feed our customers. Its just passing the cost along,” she shrugged. That was the only bit of economics that she got. Between that and the model that she used for pricing the food (because with prices of everything going up, wages for staff had to as well lest they quit and go elsewhere), she felt like she had a handle on all of the ways money and cost were passed around in a restaurant. There were only so many ways to get around things like rising prices. The option of getting money from parents and family was only one step above closing the doors permanently in her mind. There really was no other way to do it.
She sighed. It had sounded like a grand adventure at the beginning, but now owning a restaurant was turning into work. “Tell you what,” she said, putting down her toast and spinning to face Day, “I’ll work up some projections using the big price sheet and let you know what will change dramatically and what will basically be the same.” It was all she could do at the moment but it was enough for her. Seeing the actual numbers would help her, even if she wasn’t sure how much it would help anyone else. More than anything, it would be therapeutic to sink into her little world of numbers, insulated for the time being from the real world and real costs of the actions. A projection, a sweet simple model of the world that would show her where all of the new nickels and dimes would go. Would they make more profit? Marginally and only because of the percentage based system she used for costs. Then again, they did have to live in the same more expensive world. It was an economic tradeoff.
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on May 27, 2013 0:46:05 GMT -5
Day rolled her eyes with a grin in response to Vita biting into the bacon and making the comment. She shook her head too and nearly laughed but laughter from Day was rare for reasons she had never really thought about before. It took a lot to make her laugh, usually something that really entertained or shocked her before she could mange to choke it back. She smiled often and brightly, as if to make up for it. But Vita biting into the bacon and making the comment, that nearly made her laugh. Instead she just stuck her tongue out at her best friend. ”It better be tasty, it’s boring” she teased with a sing song.
She herself let herself dive into the pancakes that she had made in double dose, one for Vita who didn’t quite approve. She paused in her eating to tap her lip with the fork as an idea hit her. What about apple pie pancakes? Was that a thing? Had it been done? Or better yet, could she do it better? That was always the real question once Day thought someone else might have done it. She wasn’t competitive in anything other than her baking really.
She had that faraway look in her eye that was almost always there as she thought. Yeah, she thought she could pull that off, and maybe that would be a good specialty item to have from time to time, maybe they could charge a bit extra for that if it was great and it was rare. She winced, in thinking that, because the girl did not have a business mind really. She wanted to make other people happy through her baking, that was what had driven Day to work so hard to help open this place, making other people happy. But sometimes she knew she had to think about the business end. She just hated it. She pushed the thought of money down for a moment to focus on the idea for the pancakes. She could pull it off,s he knew it.
But the only thing that Day though about with money was her parents. They had helped in getting them started when they had first began to open it up. Day had no problems with it because she knew her parents expected nothing in return, they just had big hearts and liked to help. But she knew how Vita felt about accepting money from their parental units so she suggested it carefully ,and with the sort of tact that was the most she had. She was careful about it because she didn’t want to offend her friend, she just thought it was a good thing to have in the back pocket if they started to falter.
She knew it hadn’t been something that Vita wanted to think about, but Day had never felt any which way about money and so she was more open to accepting these things. Also her parents, though they hadn’t birthed her, had always been good to her so she knew if she had to she could rely on them, and that was one of her first instincts to do, despite her age.
She nodded a little at Vita’s suggestion. That was true, there was always the bank and they could repay it, they were doing well enough it wasn’t like they were going under or anything .The Hole in the Wall was one of those little places that people liked to stay at because it was cozy and that was doing them well. Well enough that they hadn’t had to worry about this yet but prices were going up and… Well Day was not going to pretend she understood the math side of things, but that much she did get, sadly. She sighed a little and finished off her pancakes. ”I know, I’m not that much of a dunce with business” she said, smirking a little at her friend to show she was playing. And then she nodded.
”I’ll leave that stuff to you, kay? You haven’t put us under yet after all” she said, in reply to Vita’s next comment about projections and such. She would put in what she could, commenting on what ingredients they used and how much and she’d comment on what was easiest to make and could be put out quickly for faster distribution but other than that, she meant it when she said she’d leave that stuff to Vi. It just wasn’t her area, and it never had been. It was why they had gone in together after all. ”I’ll work on coming up with a few specialty items that we can rotate and charge a little extra for, because of the whole specialty bit” she said, absently, nodding a little. Because thatw as where Day shined. The Hole had sweets and pastries nowhere else did, because Day liked to experiment.
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Post by evita on May 31, 2013 16:53:24 GMT -5
“You say boring like it’s a bad thing,” she said, sticking her tongue out at Day. Vita had never been an adventurous one for food. When her aunt said, ‘but it’s an adventure!’ about some new food on the kitchen table, Vita had been prone to turning up her nose and casually pointing out that adventures involved risk of life and limb and that this was just a sad attempt to make life interesting. Of course, that normally got her sent to her room and that just ended badly. She had known exactly how to slide the window up silently and shimmy down the wall to the ground where she would then go and have an actual adventure. Some days, it was a little bit amazing that they had put up with her for so long and that she hadn’t gotten herself killed or gone crimson when she was a teenager. Hell, she wasn’t much better now. When she wasn’t busy with Day or with running the restaurant, she was out doing a lot of dumb things (or doing puzzles in the comfort of her apartment, but she didn’t exactly advertise that fact). She was a bit of a daredevil and sometimes, people forgot that. Hell, sometimes she forgot that when she was buried in paperwork and yelling at suppliers.
Was there an option outside of raising prices? Possibly, but she also knew that suggesting that they reduce their menu size would defeat the purpose of what they had originally put in the business plan opening the place. It was supposed to be fun and they were supposed to have a crap load of food on the menu, even if some of it was complete diner food while there were bits that were Day’s specialty items. No, Vita was not about to suggest they make their menu smaller and have more things that shared ingredients. Hell, just about everything used flour. More than anything, thinking about this made her want to put up and bubble and mull everything over with a cup of coffee in the peace and comfort of her bed. Maybe sleep would be a part of that scheme as well. She wasn’t sure yet, but there was business thinking to be done and that was pretty much on her head. “Sure,” she said with a smirk, her mood was improving as the coffee and the bacon did their thing. She wasn’t a morning person, never had been, never would be. In school, the only way that she’d made it to morning classes on time had been by sleeping in a slow time bubble which meant that she could sleep as long as she damn well pleased. She abused her affinity in the name of sleep. A lot of people didn’t get why she did, but if she could get sixteen hours of sleep in two, why the hell not? Her near boundless energy at finals week really rubbed some of her fellow students the wrong way.
“Thanks for your faith in me,” she said as she took a swig of her coffee. Business and math were her things, always had been. She wasn’t a homemaker, nor would she ever be. She was perfectly happy with eating pasta day in and day out. She smirked slightly, when she got herself a man, well, he would have to be comfortable doing all of the cooking and generally wife-like things, she wasn’t much into them.
She looked over at Day. “So, how’re things going over here? Anything interesting happen while I was sleeping or yelling at people?” She asked, swirling the coffee in the cup to pick up anything that might have come out of solution while she was thinking about other things. Even though she was concerned about prices, it didn’t mean that they had to be the only things that she worried about. Hell, making sure Day was okay was contingent to her own continued happiness as well as the success of their business. Friends, they were always there when you needed them and even when you didn’t, probably part of the art of being a friend.
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Adair Genevieve Winters
Onyx Vampire
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Post by Adair Genevieve Winters on Jun 2, 2013 13:14:58 GMT -5
Day grinned, the girl was often smiling but rarely laughing, and stuck her tongue right back out at her best friend. She shook her head. Boring was never a bad thing really, but she preferred for it never to be boring when it turned to food. Food should always be adventurous, wild, fun. She loved to experiment with food and had ever since the Winters had taken her in after finding her in her old town all alone. It was like her escape. She knew food well, she had total control over it, she could do as she pleased with it.
Day had never been any sort of control freak. In fact she was often more of the let it go sort of person. But when it came to food, it was nice to have that sort of control. To have that one area in her life where she was fully in charge. She had needed that growing up and she still, from time to time, needed it now. Mostly because her actual parents had raised her with a respect for equality, her birth mother had fought for the humans not to get trampled, and that had extended to what she had taught Day growing up so she had terrible trouble with the system now. So baking was where she had full control, where no one could stop her.
She smiled, warmly, at her best friend when she said thanks for the faith, and she nodded. ”Of course I have faith in you” she said, nodding a bit as she pushed her plate back, she would take it to the dishwasher later. Right now she was content to stay seated as she was, with her friend. She had just gotten up a minute ago, sitting was good for the soul, right? She nearly chuckled at the thought. ”Or at least, faith in you with math. I’d never have faith in you in a kitchen. Or if I asked you to behave in La Reve” she smirked, teasing the other woman, with a bit of a cheeky attitude tossed in.
La Reve was the biggest reason they weren’t doing better after all. They appealed to the person who wanted a cute, calm experience, those that didn’t want to pay an arm and a leg for a good sandwich. La Reve appealed to the elite and sadly most people these days wanted to seem elite, with the Monarchy having its nose in everything and all. The more elite, the higher on the totem pole. And technically Day herself was pretty high, with her being the one to take over her parents title if anything were to happen to them, but she never really wanted it. It was one of the many, many reasons she wanted them to live long happy lives.
Vita asked if anything was going on here and absently the girl nibbled on the end of the fork she had been using to stuff her face. Anything interesting going on here? She wondered for a moment, tilting her head. ”Nothing too interesting, a few new faces which is good.” she said, absently, as she thought. She was notoriously a day dreamer, notoriously spacey so she didn’t really keep stock of these things in her head for too long so it took her a moment to track it all back to the source and what was going on.
And then she turned bright red as another face popped into her head. Well then, she hadn’t forgotten about him but she hadn’t expected him to pop up. Griffin had totally stuck himself in her thoughts, which was a feat she wasn’t sure he knew was so hard. She shook her head. ”And a…very handsome new repeat customer who I quite enjoy talking to” she said in a rush, the words coming spilling out so fast she wasn’t sure they made any sense all at once like that.
And then she totally tried to turn the attention away from herself but smooth Day was not. She was far from it. The smile was a tad too bright, the cheeks a bit too red for it to be all that smooth. ”So how has sleeping and yelling at people been going? Pick up any new hobbies while you were leaving me to take care of this place” she said, nearly just as quick. Yeah, that was a way not to be suspiscious at all, Day. She had never crushed on anyone before though! She wasn’t sure how to act. And now she was acting 14 instead of 24, brilliant. Oops. She wished thoughts of him would go back to the back of her head like they had been and she could go back to acting normal with her best friend.
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