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Nieves groans as the question is turned back on her. "Ugh, I hate it. It sucks and its boring, but without it I've got zero cash flow. I hate taking people's orders, I hate cleaning up cause everything's got a layer of grease on it, and I hate the food. Just the smell is asqueroso. Disgusting." Clearly it was not something she looked forward to as part of her day.
Nieves orders her coffee black and lets the barista know she's footing the bill for Jeremiah's too.
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A twitch of Jeremiah's nose and lips shows his feelings on that as well. Looking at the menu one last time he wonders what other sort of job the pack could find for Nieves.
"Black as well please." He says to the barista. Once Nieves and himself move away from the register. "Have you ever thought about being a bouncer?"
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"A bouncer?" Nieves repeated, holding her coffee, warming her hands and smelling its aroma. "I never really thought about it. I suppose I could try to apply for something like that. Do we have any clubs or bars in our terri...area that needs someone like that?" She supposed she could just find out herself, but if Jeremiah knew off hand that would save her some trouble.
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