Zoie - Bring Out Your Rich/Log

"He knows she's waiting for him, maybe it's a test," Katie muses as to her brother playing hard to get. Then she's laughing at Joel's reply, "I'm glad I can help ya'll out.. wait, maybe I'm not.. Shit.. I need to read the articles of bitchery again.." Pizza is picked up again, but she answers Liane before she takes a bite. "She just said other people were saying she should, not that she wanted to. He's still got time.. until.." then Zoie is probably arriving so Katie shuts up and eats her pizza!

Joel makes a crappy set pose. Joel is sitting at a table with Katie, in between getting up to do things to earn his employment. Katie has pizza, coke, breadsticks, and a vicious streak where straw wrappers are concerned. Liane is handing some balm in a jar to Rebecca, at a nearby table. It's probably cocaine.

"Z-z-zoie does seem a bit overly c-concerned with r-romances...but I'm t-trying not to be j-judging." Liane says blandly. Maybe she's taking lessons from Danny, who's outside on her cell phone. To Rebecca, Liane say, "L-laura's Herbal Ap-p-pothecary. It's attached to K-kiva cafe. I help in the k-kitchens there." Just helps, really. Then Liane looks from Katie, to Joel, then back to Katie. Then to Joel. "Y-y-you're both w-wonderful monsters. I'm quite f-fond of both of you." LOVE CONFESSION TIME. Let's get with the orgy. I mean, we've got the crack for it already, right?

You ever have that feeling that people are talking about you? Well Zoie doesn't! The girl is walking in and muttering to herself like a homeless person. "You know that's such a great idea, Mother. I'll just pull out my rich yellow pages." She grumbles more as she continues to walk, no, she's not on the phone. Hells no. That would be reasonable and sane. Then there comes the white light of awesome awareness, or in her case, smell of cheap pizza. Zoie offers a bright smile towards the workers, "I was wondering if..." It's a madness! Suddenly, all servers are covering their drinks and people with hot things look suddenly pained and worried. Zoie scans her eyes over people. Scan. Scan. Scan. She waves to Liane and then target is spotted and zeroed in on. She soon is walking over towards Katie, but even as she helps herself to sitting beside Katie, she's looking at Joel. "Who do you know that is super rich?"

"Donald Trump." from the table near Katie and Joel's, Becca suggests. But she's picking at the cheese on her Pizza. Might not even be answering Zoie. To Liane, "Never heard of it. I can't find it at like a pharmacy?"

"Well, Katie has like ten cars and a loaded offshore bank account," Joel replies to crazy Zoie and her random question. "But if I talk too much about it, she hits me with her big cane that has a diamond on top, yelling, WHAT AM I? WHAT AM I? while I weep, 'struggling small business owner!' 'struggling small business owner!' until she's satisfied that I've got it right. Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"Liane loves us, Joel," Katie translates Lianese to him. Then she decides to introduce herself to Rebecca since no one else is gonna do it! "Howdy, I'm Katie.." Oh, and then there's Zoie. Katie waits for her to join, then slides the breadsticks over to share. "How ya'll doing, Zoie?" Oh wait, she's asking Joel something, so she spends her time finishing off her pizza slice. Then Joel's telling everyone her secret Res 5 secret, and she conveniently finds another straw to shoot him with.

Liane looks at Katie a moment, then checks beneath the table to check if Katie's got a bandage on her knee. Sometimes, Liane might be a touch too literal. "I d-don't think I've ever s-seen Katie with a cane. I'm c-certain I would lose one if I had it." The things in a conversation Liane chooses to focus on. And then Liane gives Zoie an odd look. "H-have your parents met with d-difficulty?" Liane asks, sounding vaguely concerned but polite and not pressing. "Wh-why look for s-s-someone rich?"

Katie's knees look sexy and undamaged between the frays.

Sexy, sexy knees.

Zoie stares at Joel for a very long moment. No, she really just stares at him and then looks towards Katie. "I could use a car." That was obviously not her original intent, but not that it is mentioned. Then she looks back to Joel. "So it is a normal Tuesday night for you then?" The blonde pauses to select a breadstick. "No wait.. that is some guy named Bubba and something about asking you his name." She shrugs as if Zoie did not just make that joke, out loud, where people can hear. She looks towards Rebecca. "Oh! Hey, do you know Donald Trump, because that would be useful. I'm Zoie Croft." Then towards Liane. "My parents? No no, they are just in Paris.. or Rome.. or something. I have a .. project." Then she's back to Katie and Joel and then more importantly towards Katie's food.

Joel's got some hot knees.

"Hi Katie. I'm Becca. So nice to meet you." she plops the last piece of cheese in her mouth then folds up the crust and shoves it away from her. She's interested in the need for someone rich comment too.

Katie's knees bring sexy back.

Joel's knees can't compare.

We like Katie's knees and we can't deny.

Joel's are pretty fly for a white guy.

Rebecca adds in a "Hi Zoie!" but omits her name. She already said it.

Joel snickers as Katie shoots him with a straw wrapper again, unrepentant, and actually looks to Rebecca. "No one answered your pharmacy question, did they? The apothecary shop is on Lomas, between the Cantina and the shopping center. Anything you can get there, you won't find at a regular pharmacy." To Zoie, he blithely says, "I don't get it," for her Bubba joke, and then moves along. "What's this project?"

"Nice ta meet ya'll," Katie says to Rebecca. "I run those shops, so you know, I reckon they are worth findin'." A grin, as Joel fills her in on where they are at. "See, he's well trained.." by a pimp cane.

Liane nods, agreeing to what Joel says. Then she looks to the door, where Danny is standing, and once Danny has her attention she and Liane exchange a look across the crowded room. Liane frowns. "Ah. It s-seems I have to go now." Liane murmurs, and smiles at all those present. She's already distracted, however. "D-d-danny and I are m-meeting some people. It was l-lovely meeting you Becca, do s-stop by the Kiva Cafe. I c-can always use taste t-testers who are willing to t-tell me the bare, cold t-truths about my cooking." Gathering her things, Liane leaves her booth, pausing to beam a smile at Joel, pat Katie's arm lightly with the tips of her fingers, give Zoie a somewhat less brilliant smile than Joel's, and a polite, still somewhat wary one for Becca.

"See ya later," Katie lets Liane escape to sleep.. soon to join her.. oh yes, baby steps.

Rebecca grins at Katie then nods. "I'll come by." she promises, tapping the balm. "If it works. I get in a lot of scrapes. Might not be what I need, you know?" then, standing up carefully, the girl picks up her plate in one hand, pockets the balm in the other, then bends slightly to collect her board. The movement is stiff and her breath hitches when she bends but she seems to be moving alright despite that. Limping toward the garbage, "I gotta go. Curfew."

Liane earns a reciprocal smile from Joel, and a sort of casual farewell salute, fingers brushed against his forehead. "Say hi to your cat for me," he replies. Rebecca gets a nod too... a slightly concerned look for her stiffness, but no comment on it. And if she's actually putting her garbage in the garbage, that's alright with him. "Good to meet you. Careful out there."

Zoie watches the Rebecca move and then Liane leave. Her eyes fall back to Katie and Joel. Zoie's fingers start to inch towards Katie's pizza. "Joel, who are you seeing nowdays? I imagine you date the um.. rich women or something like that." Hook a girl up. Then she smiles at Katie vibrantly. "I feel like you are like totally stalking me." Nevermind, Zoie showed up after.

Joel does his 'special deliveries'. All the bathroom stalls say so.

At least one of the booths in here says so...

"I am." Katie says to Zoie's accusation. "I use my fortune telling to know where you are going to be, then I show up ahead of time.. you'll never prove it to the cops that way." Katie proves once more why she's evil. Then she slides the remains of her pizza over for Zoie to take, so that's probably not cheese on top but delicious poison.

Pretty sure it's also on the internet.

"Ah, yes, because there's nothing rich women love more than a pizza delivery guy going places fast with his minimum wage career and late-eighties hatchback," Joel sagenods at Zoie, while Katie deliciously poisons her. "That shit is like pheromones. I just show up to the door and they shower me in hundred dollar bills and unmentionables while I ask if they want a receipt. Why are you looking for rich people?"

Rebecca does dump her plate in the garbage. Score for the home team! She then drops her skate board onto the floor and steps up on it, rolling over the tiles and toward the exit. At least she isn't limping that way. Even if she's skating in the Pizza place. "I think they love pool boys more," Katie shares her Rich Women Lore freely!

Zoie seems to be taking Joel's words to heart. "Well because I want to do something and it needs money and Mother told me to go make friends." There is a feel that her mother might have said just that. She then takes the poison pizza and starts to nom on it. "So who are you dating? I can't keep track."

Katie gets to her feet, and says, "I would love to stay, but I gotta get on back to work." Katie doesn't leave Zoie her Coke though, she picks that up and uses the two straws stuck in it now to suck it down.... sluuuuuuurp!

"More money more money," Joel says to Katie, familiar with the daily grind. A smile, "See you around." Zoie is stuck with just him now, which is probably a fate worse than several forms of horrible death. "So you think I am friends with and/or currently banging rich people who can help finance your project?"

Katie is off like a prom dress! But not Zoie's prom dress.

Zoie falls madly in love with Joel. Hey, the good girls always get wrecked by the bad boys, right? Zoie shrugs a bit and pouts as that free soda is sucked down Katie's mouth. So close and so far. "Well maybe. I mean you sleep with everyone, so I figured if there was a statistical probability it would be with you.

Joel grins. "Do I? Well done me," he congratulates the conquests of the rumor version of himself. "I wonder when I have time to sleep and how I keep them all from finding out about each other. Or maybe the fact that they all know is part of the appeal. One of these days I'll have to call me up and ask." He raises a brow. "You want a soda? On the house? I won't know whether or not I have any candidates for financing your project until I know what the project is."

Zoie smiles at him in all her high app score beauty to the offer of free things. "I would adore a free soda. Coke is fine." Then she swings her legs a bit. "Well, everyone says you get around a lot, I figure everyone can't be wrong. See, then I thought we should be friends as it makes us like total opposites and stuff." Oh right focus, Zoie, focus. "I want to hold a like donation party thing."

Zoie's high app glory scores her not only a free soda, but it's even in a new cup so she doesn't have to share Katie cooties! "We couldn't be friends if we weren't opposites?" he wonders, as he sets the coke in front of her and resumes his seat. A grin, "What if I got paralyzed from the waist down and I could never fuck anything ever again? Would you shake your head and be like, sorry bro, I only liked you when you were a man whore?" Oh right, focus. "Donations for what?"

Zoie shakes her head seriously. "No, if you were like paralyzed from the waist down and couldn't f.. f.." Zoie blushes and chews her lower lip for a moment. ".. get around with people. I would make sure to bring you food and help take care of you." She seems sincere in that too. Then she smiles. "Oh I'll be anyone's friend. Well almost anyone. It's just supposed to be laws of attraction or something. You are friends with your opposite." She lifts her shoulders. "I'm thinking for like a no kill shelter or something."

"Oh, you wouldn't have to worry about me," Joel assures Zoie that he won't infringe on her in the event of a horrifying spinal cord injury. "I'd have a bitchin' wheelchair and some kind of kickass handicapable remodel of my house. I would be able to get food, and even if I couldn't get around with people, I'd still be the best looking sonuvabitch on the paratransit bus." He considers her charity. "A no kill shelter? Mm... well. I used to know several someones who would have been perfect for you, but one left town a while ago and one just left recently. Neither of them chose to leave me sums of cash large enough to make me independently wealthy. Why not hit up the middle class, instead? You can get a hundred bucks from one person, or two bucks from fifty people, it's still the same money. There's a lot more middle class than there is rich bitches."

Zoie is still blushing from his language choices. She starts to fiddle around with the straws. One is taken and unwrapped before she ties it in a loose knot. The blonde takes both ends and pulls until there is a knot left. It causes her to frown at it before Zoie crumples it up and then takes a long drink of the soda. "That might work too." She gives a bright smile towards him. "I don't really know you that well. We should change that. You should buy me coffee sometime or something." Ignore the fact he just sort of bought her soda.

"The fuck would I buy you coffee for?" Joel laughs, amiably enough. "You're the one that works there. You buy /me/ coffee, if there is coffee buying to be done." A wry smile, "I'm here now, though. What do you want to know about me?" He's fishing out his wallet, for one reason or another. Maybe he's going to buy her coffee! Wait, probably not.

Maybe he's going to get her a pony! Zoie always wanted a pony. Although, having to tell people that Joel pulled out money and gave her the ride of her life is probably not a good way to keep good girl status. She coughs. "Do you have to swear so much?" There is a light blush to this before she thinks over the rest. "Tell me everything. What did your parents do, or do they do? Are they married? Do you have siblings? Have you ever been in love? Do you have children? Why are you in New Mexico? What do you do for fun? What is the best song you ever heard and why?" Zoie would be awesome at speed dating. Ding.

Joel takes a twenty out of his wallet, folds it, and flicks it across the table at Zoie like you would for table football. It'll land in front of her. "There. Consider that the first donation to your no-kill shelter," he says. "And yes, I abso-fucking-lutely do have to swear so much, it's good for expanding your paradigms. That discomfort you feel is just growing twinges as you painfully metamorphose into something that can watch Pulp Fiction without fainting." Another one of those crooked smiles. "I'm not telling you everything. I had a happy childhood but my family isn't something I like to talk about. I have one sister and no children. I came to Albuquerque for college, but I dropped out. I like to read and collect things no one wants. The best song I ever heard is Hot for Teacher and the reason why is purely to see whether or not you'll blush again."

Joel gives you $20.00.

Zoie looks at the twenty all confused like until he explains. Then she looks up at him and tips her head. It is only a flash of a second before the girl is launching herself across the table. If he doesn't move, Zoie will toss her arms around him like a leper seeing Christ. "Thank you soooo much for the donation." This of course leaves him with lap of Zoie or table of Zoie. "What did you major in before you quit going? I thought about quit going and..." Wait, did he say hot for teacher. For a moment, there is no reaction as if she doesn't know the song and then her lips move with the lyrics as she mentally sings it. The blush does intensify. Then comes that self-conscious giggle. "Why um.. why would you want me to blush?"

"You're welcome. Don't spend it on hookers and blow." Though, then she could be thankful for those, next thanksgiving. Joel will put up with the hug for a few seconds, but then will try to extricate himself... he's not much of a hugging type, it seems. "I was undeclared. I probably would have ended up in Recreation and Leisure Studies or whatever else I figured would be easy... I don't want you to either blush or not blush. No preference. Just wanted to see if you would. You did! How about that."

Zoie moves to take a seat on his side of the table. She reaches out to draw the soda to her. "I blush a lot. I know it's annoying." She tips her head to the side for a few moments and then chuckles. "Yeah.. I will try not to spend it on that. Thank you though, really." Zoie looks around the area and then back to him. "You like working here?"

"Oh... yes and no," Joel says, with a glance around the pizza parlor. He's sitting and talking to Zoie at a table. "It's sort of a love-hate relationship. Usually I'm doing delivery, so you show up alone to some stranger's house and all kinds of crazy shit happens. I've had people try to rob me... people show up to the door buck naked. Drunk ass college girls being like 'is the pizza free if I show you my tits'. Endless porno jokes. People trying to buy weed off me and getting really pissed when I don't have any... people giving shitty tips or no tips at all after you drive thirty minutes to their house way the fuck on the outskirts of town. Basically my job involves letting humanity take a shit on me for minimum wage plus tips. But it's never boring, and it teaches you some important things."

Zoie tips her head to the side for a moment or six as she stares at Joel. "So do they get the pizza for free?" She looks down at her shirt and pulls it out a bit. She's not overly blessed in that area and might be a bit self-conscious of that. In fact, her arms cross over her breasts. Then she looks at the twenty in front of her with a little bit of guilt on her face. "Um.. you know you don't have to be my um.. first donation or anything."

Beck pushes open the door and walks into the pizza palace, shrugging out of her light jacket as she walks up to the counter. She looks like hell, dark circles under her eyes and a somewhat vacant stare as she looks at the menu board.

"They do not. Tits don't pay my bills," Joel is obviously unpopular with drunk college girls. As for the donation, an amused quirk of a smile. "What, do you think I'm soulless? I don't want poor fuckin animals to get all euthanized and shit. Take it, and go donate to your shelter." Upon spotting someone new wandering in, he decides to get up and actually be an employee for Beck. "What can I get for you?"

Beck looks over a Joel and smiles faintly. "Um, shit.. A slice of deep-dish pepperoni and...um... a coke. And a nap." She rubs at her face and gives Joel a faint smile. She then spots Zoie and gives the younger woman an awkward smile.

Zoie tips her head as Joel puts on his work face and then he talks to. "Oh! Where is the baby?" Zoie is out of that chair in record time to go look around Beck. Surely the baby is somewhere on that woman. Right? Then she looks at Joel. "You don't have to work really.. she's going to come sit with us. It's um.. erm.. Beck? Becky?" Who has two thumbs and is bad with names? This girl.

"You're in luck, I think one of those just came up for by-the-slice. Hasn't even been congealing under a heat lamp for ages," Joel promises Beck that her pizza will not be sucktastic. And thus it appears in short order, along with a coke. What service. He quotes the price for her, manning the register, and looks around suspiciously... someone said baby.

Beck shakes her head a bit at Zoie's question. "It's just Beck," she says. "And Amanda's at home with Marlena and Joan. I had to work today, and decided...what the fuck, greasy pizza sounded good." She hands over her money to Joel. "Thanks," she says to him. "And don't worry, baby's at home."

Zoie stares at Beck in an owlish manner. "What the hel.." She quickly puts her hands over her mouth and /glares/ at Joel. He made that horrible word come out of her mouth, almost. "Why are you working already?" Zoie looks back to Beck and then her shoulders slump and back to Joel. He gets an apologetic look for that glare.

Joel makes appropriate change and moves the wheels of commerce by giving Beck some coins that are going to float uselessly around her life until she donates them to charity or throws them in a Coinstar. He tries not to look /too/ relieved about the baby thing. "I like kids. I do. But I'm kind of awful with them... they're like dogs, they can sense fear." Zoie nearly curses, and is rewarded with a broad, unrepentant grin. Joel regrets nothing.

Beck snorts at Zoie's question. "Because I *own* the business, and, really... If I don't get out and get a torch in my hand, or start making something, I'll go fucking nuts." She shrugs. "Besides. Deadlines, y'know?" She grabs her food after ditching her coins back in the tip jar on the counter. "Where we sittin'?"

Zoie points over where Joel was sitting with her just moments ago. "Um.. can you even walk? I mean.. should you be upright at all? When you give birth don't you like have to stay in bed for like months?" She shrugs and then waits for Joel before walking back to the table. With her /free/ soda. Oh yeah. It's business time.

"She looks like she's doing fine to me," Joel observes... but alas, they are denied further scintillating conversation from their friendly neighborhood pizza guy, as someone in the back can be heard yelling something about a delivery. "Hmm... duty calls. If you want that nap," Joel offers to Beck, "Feel free to pass out on a booth. It's happened before. Zoie? See you around. Good luck with the no kill shelter donation thing." And then he vanishes off into the mysterious depths of the employee only area, to drive out into the world and get stiffed by someone drunk or senile in about 20 minutes.

Beck gives Zoie a /look/, wondering if she's pulling Beck's leg or serious. "Um...no," she says. "First..Amanda's six weeks old, but regardless I gave birth at home and was up and around the same day. I wasn't /dancing/, but I was up and about. Birth's a shitty thing to go through, but I wasn't hurt much doin' it."

Zoie stares at the woman. "Why did you give birth at home? What if something went wrong?" Oh and then there is baby talk and Zoie melts right on spot. "Awww.. Amanda is a pretty name. Was her father there for her birth?"

Beck purses her lips a bit. "We had a midwife and a fast car. Nothing went wrong, I just got a little tear." She beams at Zoie's compliment. "Thanks. It's Joan's middle name, and... All her parents were at the birth. With our family, that was enough people."

Zoie nods her head to that. "I just didn't know if you would have him be part of it." She sips that soda... LIKE A BOSS. Then she gives a beautiful smile for the woman. "Are you excited to have her out of you?"

Beck blushes a bit at that smile and looks down at her pizza. "Um.. yeah, actually. Not that my body's my own yet, but... it'll happen eventually." She takes a bite from her pizza and then looks back at the beautiful girl, her expression almost...timid.

Zoie doesn't notice the timid. She just notes it as a look she rarely sees. "Well soon it will be, I mean you can bottle feed and stuff." She stretches and looks towards the door too. "I should probably be off. I have like this huge test and a morning yoga class." She beams to the other woman. "Can I stop by and see the baby sometime?"

Beck mm-hmms. "I want to make it six months, though.." She nods at the question. "Yeah, I need to go home and feed the baby sarlacc. Um.. Yeah, she's at the shop some days, and I bring her out with me a lot. Or I guess you could come by the house...aw, fuck it," she says, then pulls out her business card and hands it over. "Call me, that's my cell number."