All The Fallen ~*~* Chapter 22 ~*~ In Spite of

Amy Astin had spent a good amount of time as a teenager playing detective, so she walked into what was serving as the kitchen area of the CAC and blended in easily. 

She wasn’t all that tall, 5’5’’ on a good day, darker blonde hair, with natural lighter highlights, and emerald green eyes that never let up.  They were green, never wavering and never changing.  She had full lips, and a voice that seemed darker and huskier than normal. She strolled up to a waitress.

“How much are you making tonight?”  Amy asked with a seductive undertone.  The waitress, about the same height as she was, gave her an odd look.

“A grand.”  Amy let her mouth open, and shook her head.  She dug into her pocket and pulled out a wad of money.  She slapped it into the woman’s hand, noting the perfectly manicured nails, a bit longer with dark nail polish.  Straight. 

“Never made that much when I was in college…  waiting tables…  jesus.”  Amy said and the woman kept looking at her oddly.  “Give me the outfit.  The shirt, the vest…”  Amy said quickly, tugging the woman to a corner of the room, and seeing a small hallway.  They ducked into the room that held cleaning supplies.

“Lady…”

“God, I’m not that old.  For the love of Pete, don’t call me Lady.  Look, shut up and take the money, does it matter that you won’t be working?  Pick up your check in the morning?”  Amy asked and the woman let out a sigh.  She had been in LA for six months and it was the weirdest place she’d ever been.  Ohio was starting to look better and better every day.

Amy slipped the shirt and vest on, pushing the small ear piece into her ear and smiling at the woman.  Ushering her out before she could finish slipping Amy’s shirt over her head.

“Are you there?”  Amy asked into the ear piece and heard a chuckle at the other end.  Amy rolled her eyes, moving into the room where a tall red head was snapping orders, and Amy fell into line.