Title: Just Wondering (11/?)
A/N: Chrissy and/or Alex pointed out that the Red Wings don’t in fact play at the Palace. Well, damn it, I’m too lazy to change it. Considering that the rest is fake, I don’t think that’s too much to ask.
Disclaimer/Legalese: I own no one and nothing. Everyone is property of themselves, their families, whoever owns the Detroit Shock, their friends, and/or any significant others they might have. If you’re connected to the WNBA, please don’t sue me; this has been done with tongue firmly planted in cheek and without any malicious, slanderous, or libelous intent whatsoever.
Summary: The Detroit Shock enters the workforce.

 

"Next, please!" 'I'm going to kill whoever came up with this scheme...' "Hi, welcome to the Palace at Auburn Hills, may I take your order- Coach Williams?!"

"Deanna?!"

"What are you doing here?" Deanna Nolan of the Shock and Greg Williams formerly of the Shock chorused in, well, shock.

"I work here," Deanna explained, pointing at the little badge on her chest and the extremely dorky hat on her head. "We all do, except for Swin and Kelly. Hey, Lenae, Edwina, Nique!"

"Where's Kelly?" Greg inquired.

"Oh, she's stuck in the kitchen, since ain't no one understands her accent," Edwina Brown drawled. "They give her more money, though, so it all works out real nice."

"Swin got a PR job, the lucky bitch. I guess everyone would rather look at her doing that than serving up fries and dogs," Lenae Williams added. "Speaking of which, what are you ordering? Intermission doesn't last forever, and the Red Wings are kicking ass- you might learn from the experience."

Greg winced; Lenae's jab had hit home. His firing the previous season without a win had been absolutely embarrassing, especially when his replacement had steered the team to several upset victories. "Um, just a hot dog and some small fries."

Lenae nodded and earned a glare from her teammates for stealing the customer as she hollered, "Kelly! Hot dog and small fries, extra special for Coach Williams!" Dominique Canty snickered with Edwina and Deanna as Kelly Santos sent the order through the rack and Greg paid up.

As he walked away with his order, the manager came up to the quartet and said, "Wonder when he's going to discover what the extra special means?"

"Probably the first time he thinks he's grabbing a small, burned French fry and feels the antennae, " Deanna grinned.

"Thanks for lying for me, Lenae," the young manager added gratefully.

"No sweat." Lenae clapped Swin Cash on the shoulder before turning to take the next order.

 

Onward we trudge.
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