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[Raoul Corinthos]

----THE ONLY THING THAT SEPARATED RAOUL CORINTHOS from the rest of the people he worked with was that he had a visa. his employer's were actually surprised when raoul showed them that yes, he was legally in this country. it alarmed him that he actually had to remind them if they needed to see it. of course, he was actually really confused at the time why they seemed not to care. first say on the job, he knew what was up. raoul was hired at la fleur violette. a rather ritzy and fancy restaurant. the mexican boy of twenty was here as a bus boy. picking up the dishes and taking them back to the kitchen... the kitchen which was about eighty percent mexican. nice, america. nothing like hiring a bunch of illegal immigrants to serve the precious rich people of the city. he was also hired as part of la fleur violette's catering service. though he had yet to attend some party with a plate of caviar set up on his hand, he was waiting for what would probably be the funniest day of his life.

he had been in america for about a month. keeping low, off the map. considering that his brother and his two half-sisters had set up shop here, raoul wasn't planning on running into one of them. at least not yet. he'd been working a lot. raoul was all about making his own money. he didn't want any of his father's drug money to support him whatsoever. not that the great juan sr. would have lent the forgotten son any money as he moved to america. in fact, when he told his father that he was going to america juan told him he should be useful and bring his brother back. it was always like that for raoul. when talking to his father, it was inevitable that raoul's older brother, (by like a year) j.r. would be brought up into the conversation. once again, raoul just flat-out refused what his father told him to do and when he got to america, he didn't do shit. he'd see his dear old brother eventually though, since in january, when the semester starts back up again at valkyrie university, raoul corinthos will be a student.

though he swore off from being any type of solider for his father's army, raoul did have a few investigative skills he picked up over the years and before long, it wasn't hard for raoul to creep on his siblings. like j.r. doing nothing in the least bit interesting. maggie though was causing just as much trouble here in valkyrie as she had been back in tijuana. she went from dealing to associating herself with a giovanni. later, he found out she was engaged to him. though they both shared a father, they weren't ever really close, and raoul wouldn't say anything like he knew her. but, at least back in tijuana she seemed a little too... free to get engaged to someone, being she was younger than him. to say he came for the education would be a complete lie. raoul was sick of being the forgotten one. the one who never got any love as a child. the one who was always in second place, never good enough. raoul definitely had himself a sinister side. he came to cause some trouble. and trouble was exactly what he did. he called some... old acquaintances to his family. he called the castillos. took awhile and a lot of people, to talk to someone with a little more authority in the castillo drug cartel. he gave a tip. that juan corinthos sr's drug-dealing daughter was in valkyrie, california. he told them to do what they wanted with the information and now he had been hearing whispers about some of them in town. guess he could now just sit back and watch everything go boom.

he'd been working at la fleur's violette for about three week now and somehow he had managed to befriend about fifty percent of the said eighty percent of mexicans he worked with. one of which was manny. he was raoul's age, twenty, but was a few inches shorter, bald, and had facial hair. he was a bus boy with raoul and he pretty much told raoul that he was going to be his boy. that night, they had gotten shit-faced at the beach and nearly got picked up at the cops for public intox. raoul deemed manny a good one. he still had been showing raoul around valkyrie a lot. telling him places he had to go and the places they should stay away from. "don't go to any of those high school beach parties, man. the girls are hot, but they are more trouble than they are worth. they charged a boy of mine with sexual harassment. be careful raoul, the mamacitas here will cut you. they are el problema, amigo." well, raoul definitely liked trouble.

tonight it had been a slow night. there was more downtime where raoul was back in the kitchen screwing around with manny and some others. sucked though, because tonight raoul was on clean-up duty. he had to say after the restaurant closed to help clean the tables and sweep the floors. every night a few employees were instructed to stay. according to their employers, they didn't care if you were a hostess or a chef, everyone should learn how to clean up after everyone's messed. the only plus side of this was that they got paid extra. though he had been working here for a few weeks now, la fleur violette must have quite a bit of waitresses, because while he was clearing a table, he noticed a blonde girl pass him. he knew it was a waitress because of what she was wearing. well, shit. who the hell was she? maybe manny would know? he piled the left over dishes into the tub he was carrying around and sprayed the table down quickly and started wiping it up. he looked around the restaurant, surveying that there weren't many parties left in the dining area, and all of them looked to be wrapping things up. once raoul cleaned the table he took the tub of left over food and dishes back into the kitchen. "manny, manny." manny looked up from dumping food into the trash can. "si?" raoul put his tub on the counter. "who's the blonde chica out there?" manny furrowed his eye brows. "i don't know who you're talking about, amigo. but if chica's a blonde, that mean's she's white, right? what do you think your chances are with her?" manny had no faith, and he didn't even know who she was talking about. "muy bien, manny. i can get any chica." manny shook his head. "ok, who are we talking about here." raoul and manny both walked over to the kitchen doors. two circular windows were on each, both boys took a window. "her," raoul stated and nodded towards the blonde waitress. manny whistled lowly, which then turned into a chuckle. "andie wallace? you think you can get andie wallace? amigo, you are loco." as if she heard the two mexicanos talking about her, raoul saw the blonde stop for a moment and turn around, looking directly at raoul and manny. there was no way of covering it up either. two guys looking out the kitchen's doors? it's not like they were admiring the fake plants around the dining room.

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STATUS, complete CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, la fleur violette, december 2007 LYRICS, "in the city" - kevin rudolf CLOTHES, dark pants and a dark shirt. TAGGED, andie wallace I SAY, =D hope i set it up ok.
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[Andromeda Wallace]

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sometimes, working at la fleur violette was something that andromeda wallace despised with most every fiber of her almost nineteen year old being. sometimes, she really truly wanted to smack all the rich fuckers that frequented the restaurant across the face as they contemplated their ornate menus. sometimes, the only thing that kept her from doing so was that the only restaurant in town that made enough money off of their ridiculously expensive gourmet french food to pay her what they did. of course, there were also times during which work there was relatively bearable, and those times tended to outnumber the above mentioned bad ones. but the overwhelming disdain and irritation towards the rich patrons previously "hinted" at was almost always, always there. it annoyed the hell out of her to have to wait on them, like the gargantuan amounts of rectangular paper they had stashed away in banks no doubt all over the world (that were probably largely responsible for them being able to afford to eat at la fleur, mind you) made them definitively superior to her in every way. the only costumers that failed to irritate her constantly were the ones who looked like they were only splurging there for some sort of relatively special occasion (in other words, the ones who were not particularly wealthy) and the handsome young men.

and, well, let's face it. there were a lot of them.

though of course, they were strictly limited to be nothing more than eye candy most of the time for her, seeing as she was usually engaged in some sort of relationship with one donny davis.... though right now, she wasn't exactly sure what was going on there... moreover, she didn't know why there had ever been anything there in the first place. donny was so smart and so wonderful... why did he want anything to do with her? she was just the stupid girl who got around that scandal star had dubbed 'bombshell'. she didn't know what donny could possibly ever see in her, especially seeing as he had made it quite clear that the way she looked didn't really matter much to him.

she was trying to avoid that line of thought, actually.

anyway. complicated musings that made her want to cry aside, on this day in particular at work, she had been particularly looking forward to going home and settling down in front of the tv to with a bowl of ben and jerry's to watch grease. she was very fond of that movie. john travolta had been a bona fide stud back in the seventies. and the guy who played kenickie hadn't been half bad, either. however, soon before closing, she had been informed that tonight she was going to be a part of the lucky select group that got to stay late and finish the last minute clean up. oh, joy of most joyous joys, eh? nah, she didn't really mind so much. ben, jerry and john travolta could wait for her for a little while longer. at least all the dumb rich fuckers had cleared out, and hell, she was getting paid extra. not too bad of rap. and, to add to it, pretty much all of her coworkers that annoyed her for whatever reason had not been selected for clean up duty, so she was in a nice, relatively peaceful, non irritated state.

though speaking of her coworkers... she actually didn't know any of them very well at all. she tended to keep to herself most of the time while on the job. in fact, she was most aware of her fellow employees that annoyed her, because they did annoying things that drew her attention to them. however, there were also some several very attractive male employees that she was generally quite well aware of. they were her eye candy during the periods of time during which young, handsome rich valk boy customers were in short supply. there was one bus boy in particular, he was spanish or mexican or something, with a face that had probably been carved by angels and muscle tone that the la fleur dress code couldn't completely conceal. he was her prime staff eye candy, she often watched him stealthily from the very corner of her grayish bluish greenish eyes whenever they crossed paths or were in the same relative vicinity for a significant amount of time. she hadn't ever talked to him, though. he probably wasn't even very aware for her. which was rather odd given andie's m.o., even if she did have an actual relationship to consider for once. she always made the guys that she targeted very aware of her, in a relatively subtle, way, of course, so that she could still retain some dignity. and then she roped them in and played it so that she was generally doing the seducing, but they were doing the pursuit. but, anyhow, yeah, it was becoming the case more and more rarely.

tonight, she had been busing herself mostly just spraying down and wiping up the expensive, elegant tables that had already been cleared of various dishes and various cutlery. but it looked as if the amount of work to do was dwindling down, because a lot of the tables in the area of the restaurant she was in had been taken care of. so she began to meander slowly around in search of something else to do, when she paused for a moment, slowing her pace to a most complete stop, shifting her weight onto one hip and raising a hand to tuck a strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear, taking a quick moment to gaze longingly out of a window. she then randomly glanced over her left shoulder, towards the kitchen doors and -

what the fuck.

two faces were staring at her from either round window of the two kitchen doors. one of them was the angel faced boy. the other was bald.

andie gazed back at them for a moment, her brow furrowed in both confusion and suspicion, then took a quick second to scan the immediate area around her, just to make sure that there was nothing else of note within a foot or two of her that might be the causing them to stare the way they were.... nope. nothing. it wasn't that she cared that much, hell, the stares of members of the opposite sex was something andromeda wallace generally thrived on, but this was just a little weird. crossing her arms over her chest, she inhaled and made her way over to the two doors, placed a hand on each, and pushed them about halfway open. they swung inward, so several steps backwards on the part of the boys were required if they didn't want to get smacked in the face. "hello," she said plainly, a bit of her confusion working its way into her tone. "what are we talking about over here?"

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STATUS finished.
TAGGED raoul the sexy beast.
WHEN & WHERE december '07, la fleur violette.
THREADS waitressing getup.
CREDITS lyrics: the gaslight anthem. <3 formatting: me.
NOTES mwahaha, love them already.

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