<strong>Ginny and Lily</strong><br/><br/>Ginny put her glass and bowl away in the sink.<strong> "I'll see what I can find for ya at work. Good luck in the job hunt. Speaking of work, I should start to get my own ass ready to head to the diner."</strong>She went to the bathroom for a quick shower, having noticed that it was a bit later than she had guessed. She slipped into her waitress uniform. When she first started working at the diner, her employer had given her a couple of shapeless, grey-blue horrors that made her feel like she was walking around in a potato sack. Not content with the work attire, she had taken several inches off the bottom to show a bit more leg and taken the entire uniform in a bit to hug her forms more. She also left more buttons undone at the top than was strictly necessary. Her boss had frowned at the first sight of her "work", but by now he was long used to her and her ways. And there was no denying that it had greatly improved her tips. A 20-year old was just as likely to reward a bit of cleavage as a 60-year old. She grabbed her car keys off the old comode that was near the entrance to their apartment and waved at Lily in passing.<strong>"See you tonight hun."</strong>She blew a kiss at her friend and headed downstairs. Parked outside their building was her old, banged up VW beetle. It was a small miracle that her garage kept it running. A blessing too since she definitely could not afford a better car. After two attempts, the engine roared the life and she guided the vehicle into the quiet morning traffic towards her job.