Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2021 16:31:45 GMT -8
The scene fades in, showing Teresa Jacobson walking hurriedly down the hallway, a small case in her hand, swinging front and back as she continues on her way. After having gotten the ‘please’ out of Viola that she had been waiting for, the beautician packed some of her products into their travel case and made her way to the woman’s private lockerroom where a doorman, which admittedly caused Teresa to roll her eyes a bit because of course there would be a doorman, allowed her in. Teresa stood in front of the newly closed door, watching Viola crying over the, now discarded, dress that now had sawmill gravy decorating it, and the young woman couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the sight.
Teresa Jacobson: It’s just sawmill gravy...I’m sure any competent dry cleaner can get it out if you get it to them by tomorrow. Most likely wouldn’t have happened if you would have just accepted Bubba’s apology though. Y’know, instead of insulting him and his cousins?
Teresa shook her head a little as she moved farther into the room, looking for the adjoining bathroom that she was sure would be a part of the woman’s private lockerroom. Once her eyes found it, she immediately moved towards it to get things set up, including pulling a chair to the shower that was in the bathroom to make it easier, to get the gravy out of Viola’s hair, not waiting for the other woman to even start talking. If Teresa was anything, she was highly efficient in her work, and she always made sure to prove it no matter who she was working with.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] Ready when you are...I’ll make sure all the gravy is out of your hair before I leave this room.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"Are you mad? That dress is worth more than their welfare checks. It's not my fault they have such thin skin… Besides, they're the ones that insult me first."
Viola said, as she was reclined back toward the shower, as her hair was being soaked and washed by Teresa while she vented a bit.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"The way they carry their name, with such a slovenly classlessness to it. It's disgusting. It makes me sick at my stomach just thinking about them soiling my roster. I want them out of my sight and out of my mind…"
She said with a vicious scowl to her tone, as the hair washing was relaxing in a way. Teresa found herself rolling her eyes some as she continued washing Viola’s hair, massaging the woman’s scalp some, as she listened to the ranting. The young beautician had previously had clients like Viola before signing a contract with NFW, so the ranting as if one owned everything was something that she was highly used to. The difference between then and now, however, was that she didn’t have to necessarily hold her tongue and curb her attitude.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] I see more backstage than people like to give me credit for. You and Bubba bumped into each other, he apologized, and you started insulting...seemed pretty straightforward to me as far as who started what.
Teresa paused while she began rinsing Viola’s hair out again, gently combing her fingers through it to check for any missed lumps of gravy that may have been hiding. Staying silent for a couple of minutes, once satisfied that there was no longer gravy in the woman’s hair, the New York native reached for the conditioner, thoroughly working it through Viola’s hair.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] And not everyone is going to come from or have money like you, but that doesn’t make them welfare recipients. Even if they did receive aid, it’s not a bad thing or something to look down on. So many people are having to get some kind of help thanks to this pandemic, and even before, many families all over the country need help no matter how much members of the household may work. I grew up fortunate to have parents who are highly respected individuals in the medical field, but I had many friends that weren’t so lucky.
Teresa frowned as she remembered the friends that were always in awe, as well as appreciative in some ways, of the life that Teresa had growing up. There were many times that she had invited their families over for meals, something her parents were proud of her for doing when she recognized which families needed help, and she had even gone as far as helping them with food and clothing, as well as other needed essentials, at times.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"No, you don't understand. Their name. The slanderous name of cornbread mafia… First, what is this… cornbread they speak of? It sounds like whatever Bubba stuffed his face with to make him as big as a blimp. But mainly, the mafia may not be bound by birth, but, it's a family matter. It's about class, and respect. And it's something the whole lot of them are lacking in."
She said as Viola cooed softly from Teresa's job. After all, there wasn't a lot of things more satisfying than someone else washing your hair. It was unwinding, as Viola was always a bit tense from her other line of work, as she continued to talk to Teresa.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"People like them always want to paint me as a bad person… I create jobs. I provide benefits to my community. But these three… these slack-jawed neanderthals… they are leeches to society, and I want to get rid of them. Even if I have to do it by myself."
She said with a cold tone, as Viola had no love for those three, and felt like they were a blight, even if they were mostly harmless. As Teresa listened to her, she could tell Viola was up to no good. She wanted to stay out of her beef, as she had rinsed the gravy and conditioned her hair, before finishing up
Teresa Jacobson:[/color]
"Alright, you should be good as new, Viola. The gravy is out, and I guess you can go about your day."
She said nervously, as Viola would pull out a rather fat roll of bills for Teresa, as she knew if she wanted express work, flashing extra money to the server's way was the surefire way of doing so. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, before speaking to her.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"Thank you very much, Teresa. Hopefully I won't have to call you so suddenly again. You do good work, kid. Maybe I'll make sure you keep busy, alright?"
Viola said with a bit of a chuckle as she readied for her appointment with her business associates outside of the ring.
Teresa Jacobson: It’s just sawmill gravy...I’m sure any competent dry cleaner can get it out if you get it to them by tomorrow. Most likely wouldn’t have happened if you would have just accepted Bubba’s apology though. Y’know, instead of insulting him and his cousins?
Teresa shook her head a little as she moved farther into the room, looking for the adjoining bathroom that she was sure would be a part of the woman’s private lockerroom. Once her eyes found it, she immediately moved towards it to get things set up, including pulling a chair to the shower that was in the bathroom to make it easier, to get the gravy out of Viola’s hair, not waiting for the other woman to even start talking. If Teresa was anything, she was highly efficient in her work, and she always made sure to prove it no matter who she was working with.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] Ready when you are...I’ll make sure all the gravy is out of your hair before I leave this room.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"Are you mad? That dress is worth more than their welfare checks. It's not my fault they have such thin skin… Besides, they're the ones that insult me first."
Viola said, as she was reclined back toward the shower, as her hair was being soaked and washed by Teresa while she vented a bit.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"The way they carry their name, with such a slovenly classlessness to it. It's disgusting. It makes me sick at my stomach just thinking about them soiling my roster. I want them out of my sight and out of my mind…"
She said with a vicious scowl to her tone, as the hair washing was relaxing in a way. Teresa found herself rolling her eyes some as she continued washing Viola’s hair, massaging the woman’s scalp some, as she listened to the ranting. The young beautician had previously had clients like Viola before signing a contract with NFW, so the ranting as if one owned everything was something that she was highly used to. The difference between then and now, however, was that she didn’t have to necessarily hold her tongue and curb her attitude.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] I see more backstage than people like to give me credit for. You and Bubba bumped into each other, he apologized, and you started insulting...seemed pretty straightforward to me as far as who started what.
Teresa paused while she began rinsing Viola’s hair out again, gently combing her fingers through it to check for any missed lumps of gravy that may have been hiding. Staying silent for a couple of minutes, once satisfied that there was no longer gravy in the woman’s hair, the New York native reached for the conditioner, thoroughly working it through Viola’s hair.
Teresa Jacobson:[/color] And not everyone is going to come from or have money like you, but that doesn’t make them welfare recipients. Even if they did receive aid, it’s not a bad thing or something to look down on. So many people are having to get some kind of help thanks to this pandemic, and even before, many families all over the country need help no matter how much members of the household may work. I grew up fortunate to have parents who are highly respected individuals in the medical field, but I had many friends that weren’t so lucky.
Teresa frowned as she remembered the friends that were always in awe, as well as appreciative in some ways, of the life that Teresa had growing up. There were many times that she had invited their families over for meals, something her parents were proud of her for doing when she recognized which families needed help, and she had even gone as far as helping them with food and clothing, as well as other needed essentials, at times.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"No, you don't understand. Their name. The slanderous name of cornbread mafia… First, what is this… cornbread they speak of? It sounds like whatever Bubba stuffed his face with to make him as big as a blimp. But mainly, the mafia may not be bound by birth, but, it's a family matter. It's about class, and respect. And it's something the whole lot of them are lacking in."
She said as Viola cooed softly from Teresa's job. After all, there wasn't a lot of things more satisfying than someone else washing your hair. It was unwinding, as Viola was always a bit tense from her other line of work, as she continued to talk to Teresa.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"People like them always want to paint me as a bad person… I create jobs. I provide benefits to my community. But these three… these slack-jawed neanderthals… they are leeches to society, and I want to get rid of them. Even if I have to do it by myself."
She said with a cold tone, as Viola had no love for those three, and felt like they were a blight, even if they were mostly harmless. As Teresa listened to her, she could tell Viola was up to no good. She wanted to stay out of her beef, as she had rinsed the gravy and conditioned her hair, before finishing up
Teresa Jacobson:[/color]
"Alright, you should be good as new, Viola. The gravy is out, and I guess you can go about your day."
She said nervously, as Viola would pull out a rather fat roll of bills for Teresa, as she knew if she wanted express work, flashing extra money to the server's way was the surefire way of doing so. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, before speaking to her.
Viola Mancini:[/color]
"Thank you very much, Teresa. Hopefully I won't have to call you so suddenly again. You do good work, kid. Maybe I'll make sure you keep busy, alright?"
Viola said with a bit of a chuckle as she readied for her appointment with her business associates outside of the ring.
