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Post by adelaide mae ackerman on Jun 8, 2012 16:30:12 GMT -5
she was a mama bear at best - that's what they called her around the concert house. mama. though just at the ripe young age of twenty-one, adelaide ackerman had the ability in her to establish an air of dominance when it came to the places that she loved. and the webster? well the webster was her baby. it was easy to see just by seeing her walk around the place. the careful way her fingers traced patterns on the wall, the delicate touch she had when handling glasses and bottles, the hard work she put into washing every table and wiping down the bar so it retained its just-shined look throughout the night. she had more love for the webster than most people had for their own houses, for their front lawns. and she wouldn't take anyone disrespecting it either. people had seen it before - someone made one comment about the lighting, another about the decor, and she went off on them like a god damn firecracker. yeah. mama bear was a bit of an understatement when it came to addie mae and the webster concert house.
not that her story wasn't well known enough. the rogue ackerman - the one who was just a little bit off. it didn't take long for the story to spread like wildfire. addie was a firecracker, a loose canon, and at her best, she was still the scum of the earth. or she was - that's what they say. and they also said that what turned her around was that stupid concert venue. like someone peyton mason granted her a job and suddenly it was like everything was right in her world again. it was a bit of a miracle story for those who knew her during her worst days of high school. she disappeared after the first semester of her last year of high school, after all, graduated but didn't walk with the class. and when she came back, she was looking actually healthy for once and bouncing around the webster happy as a clam. the first person to see her had barely recognized her. the change was just so radical that it was sometimes hard to believe that it was the same person.
because adelaide was happy - very happy and it showed in the grin on her face and it was almost guaranteed that the girl was, in fact, grinning. she was just that kind of person now, the type that found joy in the little things and made small talk with people who approached the bar and though she was still the same skank she was in high school, well, at least it's not for drugs this time right? she knew what people said; she was changed, not stupid, not deaf. she knew that people would be talking when she resurfaced and she knew they wouldn't all be saying kind things. at first, it really irked her. drove her up the wall, made her more testy than usual. but peyton had a way with her. with calming her down and making her realize that she needed to do what was best for the webster and not what was best for adelaide. some people suspected foul play - that the older man was taking advantage of her or something but they couldn't be further from the truth. peyton was her savior. but he never touched her if he could help it.
she was actually happy, though, in spite of that, and loved going to her job. so she didn't complain much about stupid rumors or rules or the fact that she had to deal with morons pretty much ninety-nine percent of the time. no, addie loved the webster as dearly as she could love anything and going to work was like stepping into heaven. and step into heaven she did that day as she stepped into her rightful place behind the bar, jean shorts hugging low on her hips and her top just not quite extending far enough in either direction. normally there were a few complaints about the things that she wore. but she kept her hair tied back and people liked to see her face so she never was asked to change anything. the webster respected individuality; that was just part of who she was and she was allowed to express that. and express it she did. she leaned forward on the counter as security opened the doors at 6:30 on the dot, waiting for the first poor soul to settle himself (or herself) down for a nice cup of...well, something. she wasn't going to complain. not as long as she was being entertained by people more attracted by the bar than the bands that would be playing in just a half an hour's time.
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