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At this point in time Spinel was in too deep and had refused to drop out. It was 50,550 dollars of debt and she needed this job, as much as she hates it. It wasn't so bad at the beginning but after surviving two years of clown school everything had gained a sad grey tone to it. She still held a glimmer of hope that after graduating then things would brighten up for her in the stage lights.
During those two years, her fashion style began to change alongside her view of the world. Her pink dyed hair quickly grew out to her natural dark roots, she had given herself piercings at 3 am out of pure impulsivity, and any makeup she would wear (that wasn't clown makeup) was dark eyeshadow and eyeliner. Her co-workers noticed this too, and their rude comments were no help to her changing view of the world.
Spinel contemplated all of this as she continued to stare at the disgusting ball pit from afar. She looked around at the arcade games, the plastic tunnels and slides, at the colourful carpet, sticky tables and the cramped cubbies at the entrance of the playground. At some point, Chuck E Cheese was the shit but at this point, it was not. A heavy sigh was freed as she pumped herself up to greet a big family that had entered.
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Things weren't so bad once you got used to them. Once you're able to make a Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino Blended Crème at the drop of a hat, you were pretty set for having a career in Starbucks. Is what Peep thought trying to get through the Thursday lunch rush. Although she had already finished with a two-year degree in theatre arts, finding a role and have the production pay enough for living circumstances was a very hard task by itself and even harder when you're not visually perfect. So here she was in this corporate coffee shop making ends meet.
Her favourite part of the day was seeing a certain Chuck E Cheese employee pass by for work. She didn't know what it was, if it was her hot pink tips in pigtails, her eyeliner, or just the silly antics she would do right before entering the Chuck E Cheese. It always made her day when she would come in and order a black iced coffee with whipped cream on top. Every time she felt a rush of heat rush through her, but every time she could never find a way to find out anything about her. So today Peep is going to walk into that Chuck E Cheese and ask for her number. She took a deep breath, gave a quick glance at the driveway leading to the Chuck E Cheese, and filled herself with vigour to finish her shift.
In the end she felt bone-tired as usual, but now it was her chance to find that cute goth girl and ask her number! Already walking to the Chuck E Cheese was making her heart pound, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it! She yelled at herself in her mind. So she walked in like an angry mother ready to talk to the manager. Except she wasn't ready, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears, she was taking quick short breaths.
"Oh no…" she whispered to herself.
Her gaze darted back and forth looking for the pink-tipped goth. She could only spot a different pink haired lady at the counter giving kids prizes for their tickets. Peep had been standing there for five minutes already and the mascot had spotted her. They were walking her way, and at this point, she couldn't decide if she should leave or if she should ask if they know a goth girl with pink-tipped hair. As the mascot walks over, they take off the rat head.
"Hey you're that Starbucks girl. Ye looking for someone?" It was her! She was the mascot.
She Was The Mascot.
"U-uh yeah um… You. I was wondering if I dunno if you'd like to exchange phone numbers?
"Phone numbers? Sure! That'd be swell," She took her gloves off and took her phone out. At the same time, Peep twinned her and opened up a New Contact tab on her phone
"M'name's Spinel." She said handing Peep's phone back.
"I'm Peep. It's a pleasure to meet you," Peep gave her a big smile as they shook hands. She did it! She actually did it! She talked to the cute girl and actually got her number! As she left the amusement center she jumped for joy and texted the Starbucks Barista Bash to tell Yelp and Bloop about her achievements.
Peep: Oh my gosh guys I did it!!
Yelp: You talked to her?
Peep: And got her number 😊
Bloop: nice
Yelp: oh dear Peep…
She left it at that, and put in her earbuds and headed home happily nodding along with musical numbers playing. Oh, she forgot to take her apron off.
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Out of the three baristas Peep had always caught her attention. With her golden-brown hair tied into two buns, to the cute heart-shaped eye patch. She never really found herself having an interest in her until now. Maybe it was because of the green apron she carelessly left on, or the anxious look on her face of searching. Maybe it was a bit weird to walk up to her in her costume, but she got her number! So who the hell cares. It was nearly closing time, and she was supposed to be cleaning but instead, she had her phone out.
Spinel: what's popping poprocks?
Her heartbeat in anticipation. This'll bring something new into her life, or at least she hoped. She looked at the filthy tables and what was once a heaven of entertainment and is now just another hell hole. That sad grey tone came back to curtain her small glimmer of hope of something new, of something good. Spinel went on to clean the tables and close the damn place.