Post by Aidan Carlisle on Sept 4, 2016 0:48:06 GMT
"Your card was declined."
Aidan arched a brow up at the cashier a she rubbed her eyes tiredly with the opposite hand. It was too early for this shit and the breathing Clearasil ad behind the counter was standing between her and her Java Monster. Caffeine, that little thing that restored what vestige of humanity she still possessed and kept her from destroying the world. Did this kid not realize the forces he was testing right now?
She swiped the card again, probably having just typed in her PIN wrong. She could barely see the keypad at this point, after all. Blinking a few times and keeping her eyes open wide, she focused more on the numbers as she typed them in for the second time. 5-4-2-6. Guaranteed she had it right that time.
"Still declined."
Fucking awesome. Just what she needed at first thing in the... eleven thirty-two AM. Shoving a hand into the pocket of her jeans, Aidan fished out a few bills and tossed them on the counter instead. She'd wanted to hang on to them for a tip at the coffee shop later, but oh well. The two pennies worth of change was left behind for the little tray as she headed out to her Jeep with the Salted Caramel goodness in hand.
There was no time to get in. No, she had to crack it open as she stood at the door and have a drink first. When she had finally settled into the driver's seat of the glorious hot pink War Rig she dialed up the bank. Her card wasn't expired, she and Liam had plenty in the account, so what the fuck was the deal?
The woman was all apologies, of course. Customer service at its most Canadian. When the answer finally came back, however, it took the wind right out her sails. Lungs, her lungs were the sails. She couldn't breathe.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but your account has been frozen. I don't have access to the notation as to why. I could get my manager if you'd like—"
"No, that's fine. Thanks."
Aidan didn't need an explanation. She already knew why the account was frozen. Her fingers curled into a fist in her hair when she pushed it back from her face. The pain in her scalp kept her focused. This was a problem. A problem she could handle. It was...
"FUCK!"
She threw an open palm into the steering wheel as the heat of anger washed over her. She and Liam had just gone to using a joint account when they bought the house. Her paychecks and his both went into it. Her own side account was all but drained. The mortgage and the car insurance and both vehicle payments were not far off.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It wouldn't have mattered if it weren't for the fact that she'd just punched her way into a hefty fine in Boardwalk and gotten herself suspended. Which meant... no income for at least the next month. Sure if she went to the Board and explained (part of) the situation, she could probably get them to lift either the fine or the suspension. However, Aidan Carlisle was way too goddamn proud for that. Just like she was too proud to ask anyone she knew for help.
She'd never put her hand out before and she wasn't about to do it now. Things were developing, things close by. She'd been watching it unfold for a day or two on the internet. She'd had no intention of getting involved either. But now, she had a need, and there was a certain perverse old man that could fulfill it.
Gross. That thought didn't even come out right in her head.
She stared at the screen of her phone for a good long time, letting the internal debate rage. At last she tapped the little arrow. The bait was set. All she had to do was wait for the bite.
Aidan arched a brow up at the cashier a she rubbed her eyes tiredly with the opposite hand. It was too early for this shit and the breathing Clearasil ad behind the counter was standing between her and her Java Monster. Caffeine, that little thing that restored what vestige of humanity she still possessed and kept her from destroying the world. Did this kid not realize the forces he was testing right now?
She swiped the card again, probably having just typed in her PIN wrong. She could barely see the keypad at this point, after all. Blinking a few times and keeping her eyes open wide, she focused more on the numbers as she typed them in for the second time. 5-4-2-6. Guaranteed she had it right that time.
"Still declined."
Fucking awesome. Just what she needed at first thing in the... eleven thirty-two AM. Shoving a hand into the pocket of her jeans, Aidan fished out a few bills and tossed them on the counter instead. She'd wanted to hang on to them for a tip at the coffee shop later, but oh well. The two pennies worth of change was left behind for the little tray as she headed out to her Jeep with the Salted Caramel goodness in hand.
There was no time to get in. No, she had to crack it open as she stood at the door and have a drink first. When she had finally settled into the driver's seat of the glorious hot pink War Rig she dialed up the bank. Her card wasn't expired, she and Liam had plenty in the account, so what the fuck was the deal?
The woman was all apologies, of course. Customer service at its most Canadian. When the answer finally came back, however, it took the wind right out her sails. Lungs, her lungs were the sails. She couldn't breathe.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but your account has been frozen. I don't have access to the notation as to why. I could get my manager if you'd like—"
"No, that's fine. Thanks."
Aidan didn't need an explanation. She already knew why the account was frozen. Her fingers curled into a fist in her hair when she pushed it back from her face. The pain in her scalp kept her focused. This was a problem. A problem she could handle. It was...
"FUCK!"
She threw an open palm into the steering wheel as the heat of anger washed over her. She and Liam had just gone to using a joint account when they bought the house. Her paychecks and his both went into it. Her own side account was all but drained. The mortgage and the car insurance and both vehicle payments were not far off.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It wouldn't have mattered if it weren't for the fact that she'd just punched her way into a hefty fine in Boardwalk and gotten herself suspended. Which meant... no income for at least the next month. Sure if she went to the Board and explained (part of) the situation, she could probably get them to lift either the fine or the suspension. However, Aidan Carlisle was way too goddamn proud for that. Just like she was too proud to ask anyone she knew for help.
She'd never put her hand out before and she wasn't about to do it now. Things were developing, things close by. She'd been watching it unfold for a day or two on the internet. She'd had no intention of getting involved either. But now, she had a need, and there was a certain perverse old man that could fulfill it.
Gross. That thought didn't even come out right in her head.
She stared at the screen of her phone for a good long time, letting the internal debate rage. At last she tapped the little arrow. The bait was set. All she had to do was wait for the bite.
