These stories are entirely fictional... although "inspired" by actual people and who knows... possible situations?
When Kay got out, a few things were clear.
She needed money. She needed a lot of it. She needed a lot of it and fast. While she figured out her next move, she decided to return to the world of the service industry, figuring that she could make good money quickly while she thought about what to do next.
She decided she needed a fresh start, and a former fellow inmate suggested she get a job at a place called Roscoe's. She had told her two tasty bits of information- she'd likely get big tips, and they only open for breakfast and lunch, leaving her afternoons and evenings free.
Kay still couldn't believe the circumstances that led her here. It was one of those things that you try not to dwell on, lest you go completely mad at random chance and bad luck and fate and all the things that keep you up at night. While in college, she got involved in what was explained to her as a "growth industry." Sadly, what gets you a cute writeup in LA Weekly gets you branded a felon doing five years deep in the heart of Texas. Now she found herself in a rebuilding stage after her own personal Orange Is The New Black.
She certainly didn't look the part of a hardened ex-con. Maybe because she wasn't, although she had seen the inside of a cell. Despite that, she maintained her youthful looks that, even though she was five to six years past a typical graduation age, still resembled a fresh-faced college student. Kay had classic, almost preppy good looks. She was tall for a woman, and had the lean and athletic body of a former gymnast and cheerleader. Long brown hair, bright eyes, with a somewhat prominent nose being her most distinguishing feature. Rather than unsightly, however, it had the draw of making her look elegant, like the upper-middle-class to lower-upper-class former sorority girl that she was.
When driving to her interview, she found herself slowly becoming grateful that she wouldn't be working any late shifts. The neighborhood didn't look... that bad, per se. But she also was glad that her car would be visible at all times. And while she kind of hated herself for thinking this, she also found herself doubting anyone around here was in a position to give big tips.
Her outfit wasn't exactly what she was planning on wearing, either. Lounging around her studio catching up on streaming shows and TikTok she lost track of time, and found herself running out the door with what she was wearing, braless in a spaghetti strap sundress, and a white thong. At least she remembered the comfortable shoes. While almost at the restaurant, Kay had debated going back out and changing, or rescheduling the interview, but deep down... she realized this might help her out.
The place wasn't much to look at. There were a couple of beat-up Cadillacs in the parking lot. The outside was stucco, and an old faded "Closed" sign was in the doorway. She knocked on the glass, and a friendly voice told her to "c'mon in." She opened the door, and looked around.
The decor was typical of a southern-style restaurant. Old Polaroid photos of famous people (at least she assumed they were famous) on the walls, and framed newspapers with favorable articles about the place. Plastic chairs, small tables.
