mnemenoi:
Business is slow today, the customers being driven away by the rain. Its always this way around the first of the month, no one has extra cash. Your roommates have settled into watching the television and cooking in between programs. Though you can't see the rain, you can hear it driving against the building, its sound and feeling mirroring everyone's mood as if an ominous sign.  You hear the slide of the key and turn of the lock, followed by a young man entering. You jump thinking there might be a client downstairs, but he shakes his head as if in reply. He is just over six feet with a shaved head and wearing what you assume is his work clothes as his usual look is a bit more dressed. He is holding a bag, plumbing tools sticking out. You can guess that the leak in the kitchen must have been noticed. "Sorry girls, just need to fix the sink," he says heading into the area.

Bridget:
*She curls her red locks behind her ear, she's in the middle of browning some ground beef for dinner when he walks in, she gives him a small smile. With it being slow Bridget has opted to where a little more clothing than normal, shorts and a low cut purple top, perfect for showing off her hair* I was a little worried about it *She almost whispers to him* Tell me if I'm in the way, okay?

mnemenoi:
"Sure thing," as he sets down the bag and opens the cabinet underneath and begins pulling out whatever cleaning supplies and stuff has been stored in it.

Bridget:
*She shifts her position a little so that he's only just rubbing against her long smooth legs, after turning the heat down to low she leans over and starts to help him move things out of the way, flashing him a lovely smile as he, no doubts looks down her cleavage* What's your name?

mnemenoi:
He seems uninterested in whatever she has to offer, she knows he keeps his distance from the girls for a reason. Something about business and pleasure. He does smile in response to her question though, "John, so when did you start having this problem? If you tell someone they can get it fixed quickly. The bosses hate having to find problems after they've grown for months," with a exhale as he spots the problem. Whoever had designed this place years ago thought that simply fitting the PVC together tightly meant they did not need glue, wrong.

Bridget:
*She winces a bit* Oh, I'm not sure, I just got here, though I was going to say something the day they give us our food *She steps away from him, brows furrowed as he seems more gruff and uninterested, she has no choice but to take crap from bosses and customers, no reason to take it from him, she removes the meet from the stove top and drains the grease, then starts to mix up some pasta in a bowl*

mnemenoi:
"This cheap shit is going to kill me," as he begins cutting off the water and removing the older sections. "I understand, I guess if I could not leave my room then I might not really care either," with a smile. Its certainly out of character for someone that works here. "Just say something next time and I'll be certain to get around to it. "Whats your name?" as he starts climbing into the cabinet.

Bridget:
Bridget...*She leans over again, always her nature to be helpful, or at least cling to someone who might show some friendship towards her* I wish I had a better way to report this kind of stuff sooner, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you out?

mnemenoi:
"No problem, yeah, can you hand me that wrench?" indicating the pipe wrench sticking out of the bag. "This place was sure built on a budget back in whatever eon ago that they thought this was modern," with a slight chuckle.  He begins to softly whistle the 'whistle while you work' tune absently as he continues on his project. "So Bridget you any good with plumbing? Wherever you are from," as he removes the older piping.

Bridget:
*She snags the wrench and sits on the floor next to him, then leans in and places it in his hand, her eyes seem to sparkle at the sound of the song* I know that tune, the memory of it is so faint though. *She stays under the sink with him, her eyes close as she seems to drift away, trying to remember the song, and to his question she snaps back to reality and looks at him, then shakes her head slowly* Well, a little...I've tinkered with some things when they would break...

mnemenoi:
"I guess that's really how I learned, my pops was a hard ass and he never had the patience," as he starts fitting the newer piece into the pipe union. "Can you sling me that purple glue can? And do you mind brewing some Coffee if you have some? I could sure use a cup," as he tightens down on the union making certain its secure.

Bridget:
*She slips out to grab the glue can and hands it back to him, the coffee, she winces a bit, they're only allowed so much a week, she decides to make him some from her rations, standing, she's forced to straddle him to reach the can, and start the pot, then looks down and squats over him, not quite touching his stomach* I made some pasta to, would you like a plate?

mnemenoi:
"Naw, I'm cool, I had something earlier, but it was a bit heavy and I hate working with a full stomach. It always puts me to sleep. There is a can of something in my bag, I usually keep it in case we run out. You can have it, I'll grab another tomorrow," as he unscrews the lid and wipes down the other ends fitting, the chemical smell quickly noticeable. "Sorry about that, this stuff is awful."

~Becca~ says:
*She winces and stands, holding a hand under nose for a moment* Wow, it's so strong, there isn't a whole lot of ventilation in here *She glances at the window for a moment and shakes her head, then moves to take up the can he was talking about and looks inside to see what he means by stuff, figuring he meant coffee*

mnemenoi:
You find a fresh can of some Community Coffee, dark roast. "Yeah tell me about it. Wait till you have to lay carpet or re-tile a bathroom, you notice it real quickly," with a hearty laugh. "So Bridget, where are you from?" more for conversation then real knowledge. He grabs another piece and starts fitting it. "Fuck, why is it they never fit exactly right, you'd think they made these things fit."

Bridget:
*Her brows furrow as she looks down at him, poring a bit of the coffee from his can into the one with her name on it, then slips it back into his bag* I don't know *She mumbles softly and goes about mixing in some milk and cheese into the cooked pasta and meet, a poor man's Alfredo*

mnemenoi:
"Keep the can, its yours, no big deal," as he continues grunting in consternation. "So you don't know where your from? That's weird I guess," he had never though about where these girls come from, but now it certainly raised his interest. Bridget reminded him of his sister, at least in her manner and good nature. "Can you try that hot faucet now?"

~Becca~ says:
*She leans over and picks up the can again, smiling at the thought of maybe being able to make herself a little more coffee this week. She moves to the sink, frowning slightly at his response* I've...been...*She nibbles her lower lip as she searches for the right words* I don't know, I've been in places like this since I was a baby...*She leans over and turns the hot water on, then off when water sprays out*

mnemenoi:
"Wow, sorry to hear that. I wasn't meaning to pry. Just conversation," with a look of apology on his face. "Uhhh, so what do you like to do, any hobbies? I mean minus the obvious," he knows the general routine and knows enough to keep his mouth shut and do his job, though he does feel for her. That's certainly no life to live.

Bridget:
I...read...sometimes *She feels quite accomplished at the fact that she can read at all, she doesn't know enough to be embarrassed that their only child books* and I do a little needle work, I like to make dolls out of cloths that I can't wear anymore, when these places have children, it often helps them*She frowns again as she thinks* I know it would have been nice if someone has done that for me

mnemenoi:
"Really? That sounds kinda cool. I don't read much though, ever since Tom Sawyer I sorta lost interest," as he places the last bit into place and glues them together. He stands and turns on the faucet, the water running, he inspects his work to make sure he did not miss anything. "You have any of those dolls around? I'd like to see one." With a demeanor that suggests he is truly interested.

Bridget:
*Her brows lift at his question* oh...yeah, in my room, maybe you could take a look at my shower to, I think the drain is starting to clog *She looks to the side at her long red hair, then gives him a sheepish look, as if to say that she's sorry, then turns and swishes towards her room, her taunt little rear looks pretty nice in those tight little shorts*

mnemenoi:
He grabs a cup of coffee, gathers his tools and follows her lead. She seems fairly well adjusted for being in this kind of place for years, he knows he would not have done that well. "So whats wrong with your shower?" in a friendly tone.

Bridget:
It's just draining slowly *She glances back at him and smiles softly, then opens the door into her small, private room. It is spars, a bed, bought for it's ability to be easily tied to no doubt, one wall displays various whips, ropes, gags, sex toys, anything one might want to use on her, or have used on them, there is a small bookshelf covered by a black cloth so none of it's contents are easy to see, it's to this book shelf that she wanders over to and lifts a corner up, she reaches in and pulls out a small hand sized doll, it has buttons for eyes, it's body is made of light skin toned cloth, she looks to have sewn her own hair into it's head, probably off of a hair brush, it's cute, but very basic and simple, she hands it to him, blushing slightly*

mnemenoi:
"He smiles at the doll,"That's cute, I bet they take some time. I like the eyes, they really give it character. Like a Raggedy Ann doll or something." He looks about the room and starts toward the bathroom and the shower. "I have a niece that is about six, she collects all sorts of dolls, though if they are not bought from a store she doesn't dig them. Guess kids never appreciate hard work and handmade stuff." He reaches into his bag pulling out a gallon of liquid plumber and starts dumping it into the drain. The smell is not so bad, but starts making his eyes tear a bit. "That should fix your problems. Thanks for the conversation and coffee."

Bridget:
*She looks down at her doll and frowns* how sad that she doesn't know the pleasure of hard work *It seems to truly make her sad at the thought that a child might take their freedom for granted, she runs her thumb over the silk like material of the doll and sighs, then sinks down onto her bed, nodding up at him when he gets ready to leave* Thank you...*She tries to give him a smile*

mnemenoi:
"No problem whatsoever, Its my job really," with a smile that was meant to pick up her spirits a bit. "Maybe I can swing by next week to fix the drain again and have a cup of Joe," hoping she would at least think it would be fun. He knew the rules, but she was nice and as long as no one noticed he could just act stupid.

Bridget:
*It does seem to brighten her up a bit* I'll stuff something into the drain and make sure I have enough coffee *She stands and gives him a grin, handing the doll over* I know, your a man and all...but...maybe you could keep it...to remember me...*She looks down at her shoes and bites her lower lip* In case we don't see each other again..

mnemenoi:
"Oh I'm sure we will, and thanks I'll keep it safe for you," with a smile. He had known some of the girls got moved around, but he could tell she would be all right wherever she went. She had spirit and personality. Most of the girls never spoke to him and just kept quiet. He always felt weird working in their places, but she was different. He looked forward to seeing her again.

Bridget:
*She leads him to the door, blushing, this man was sweet, not a lot of people have ever really taken their time to talk to her, with a small wave she watches him leave, then moves on to eat her food, ignoring the girls as always, and locking herself away in her room*