[ Julie is gonna straight up fight both of these dumbasses.
She thought she was solving a problem here -- Abby needs money, Jaskier needs the shop to at least make its own rent. Voila, put the teenager in the shop to sweep and man the register while Jaskier does Jaskier things all day. Problem solved all around. It seemed so easy.
At no point did she think that they would both immediately start being dicks to each other for no reason. For fuck's sake.
Abby gets several very sharp pinches and glares, starting practically as soon as the girl opens her mouth. Why? Why is she like this? They both know good and goddamn well that the idea of a part-time job is nowhere near as onerous as she is making it. On the scale of things a sixteen year old girl from modern America is actually qualified to do, this is a fucking jackpot of a job. Does Abby want to spend her time getting her ass pinched by drunk locals for tips? Julie has told her about working at the Hare & Harrow in Nott.
And Jaskier, despite being a man in his fucking forties, is of course immediately sinking to the level of the teenaged nightmare Julie has adopted. Wonderful.
In the corner, Julie sighs heavily and closes her eyes as she rubs her face.
While Abby does get another fierce poke in the small of her back, courtesy of Julie's phantom hand, her idea of how business works does line up much more closely with Julie's. Yay for capitalism, she supposes. ]
I mean, I'm pretty sure we can come to a happy medium on this. Jaskier, how much money are you wastin' on rent while you go out gallivantin' with Geralt for weeks? Or when you're puttin' your time in on Libertas? Abby can keep the set hours, and when there's no customers, she can save you time on actually buildin' bouquets or whatever. I know this is kind of a lark, but the point is to make some money, right?
[ Julie won't deny the slight, satisfied smirk she has when Abby does immediately start to speak with a firm sense of salesmanship, though. As long as she keeps her goddamn mouth in check. ]
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She thought she was solving a problem here -- Abby needs money, Jaskier needs the shop to at least make its own rent. Voila, put the teenager in the shop to sweep and man the register while Jaskier does Jaskier things all day. Problem solved all around. It seemed so easy.
At no point did she think that they would both immediately start being dicks to each other for no reason. For fuck's sake.
Abby gets several very sharp pinches and glares, starting practically as soon as the girl opens her mouth. Why? Why is she like this? They both know good and goddamn well that the idea of a part-time job is nowhere near as onerous as she is making it. On the scale of things a sixteen year old girl from modern America is actually qualified to do, this is a fucking jackpot of a job. Does Abby want to spend her time getting her ass pinched by drunk locals for tips? Julie has told her about working at the Hare & Harrow in Nott.
And Jaskier, despite being a man in his fucking forties, is of course immediately sinking to the level of the teenaged nightmare Julie has adopted. Wonderful.
In the corner, Julie sighs heavily and closes her eyes as she rubs her face.
While Abby does get another fierce poke in the small of her back, courtesy of Julie's phantom hand, her idea of how business works does line up much more closely with Julie's. Yay for capitalism, she supposes. ]
I mean, I'm pretty sure we can come to a happy medium on this. Jaskier, how much money are you wastin' on rent while you go out gallivantin' with Geralt for weeks? Or when you're puttin' your time in on Libertas? Abby can keep the set hours, and when there's no customers, she can save you time on actually buildin' bouquets or whatever. I know this is kind of a lark, but the point is to make some money, right?
[ Julie won't deny the slight, satisfied smirk she has when Abby does immediately start to speak with a firm sense of salesmanship, though. As long as she keeps her goddamn mouth in check. ]