mightbeconcussed: (SCORE)
[Lucy is eagerly holding tightly onto the elbow of a good looking barista with both hands. The device is on the coffee bar and there's a abandoned cup of coffee next to it. Lucy is leaning forward, talking animatedly about her life in general]

So the AC man is there but I didn't know the AC man was there. Momma sorta forgot to tell me. The house is blazin' hot and since Daddy is at work I'm walking around without a stitch of clothing on. I headed toward the kitchen to get a glass of ice water with my earbuds in my ears. So there I am standing in front of the freezer, glass in one hand, iPod in the other completely naked with my eyes closed and I'm singing along.

I think it took five minutes before I finally closed the freezer door and turned around to see the AC man starin' at me gape jawed.

[She sits back a bit but doesn't relinguish her hold on the barista.]

He sorta waved his fee that day and Momma and me went and bought new shoes with it. It's not like we could tell Daddy I was strip naked in front of the AC man.

He did ask why ever once in a while they'd stop by just to check on our air conditioning unit. Momma and I managed to convince him they had great customer service.

[ooc: Lucy is affected by the stranger danger curse. Feel free to voice/video or come save the poor barista from too much TMI but beware, she'll probably TMI you too]
mightbeconcussed: (Sunshine girl)
[Lucy pans the camera around her apartment. Everything is meticulously clean and organized if a bit sparse. She pulls the camera back around for an extreme close up of her face; one eye, part of her nose and the corner of her mouth. The camera zooms out a bit before she speaks]


Okay, so obviously I'm settling in. I've read the guide thingy--what a lie I called Hardison at like 3 in the morning and made him read it to me. HOWEVER so beside the point.

Yes, I have a point. In fact I often have a point. I am point-tastic. I just get side tracked sometimes. THAT is so not where I am going to day. I am on point, task, track. Whatever you want to call it. I am on it.

I need a job. Preferably nothing icky. You know the guy on Dirty Jobs? Yeah that's never going to be me. Anyone want a cute, peppy, blonde, former cheerleader with a possible slight OCD problem and a definite verbal vomit problem?

Edit Someone should start up a taxi service.

Because I'm totally going to end up breaking something on the walk home in four inch heels.

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