[OPEN] as long as no one knows, nobody could care

[thatcher owen finley]

"If you get a job, you won't be worried about what there is to do around here. Trust me." He finished off his drink, pushing away his glass. "There's plenty of jobs. What are you good at?" He asked, chewing on his lip. He ran his tongue over the back of his lip piercing, glancing over at the boy. But like everyone else, he felt nothing towards him but apathy.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar scoffed. "Ignoring people." He smirked faintly. "Uh, hell, I dunno." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm good at singing I guess, but that probably won't get me far..I can tolerate kids, but I'm only twenty-one." He played with one of his lip peircings. "Pretty much anything, just as long as it's something to do."

[thatcher owen finley]

"Singing won't help you much unless you can teach it. You can always babysit. There's plenty of people with kids. I know a teacher who has the cutest little girl. He puts her in daycare, but I'm sure he'd rather you. You can work at the mall, try and get a staff job. Or ask the daycare to help. Work at the water park with little kids." He shrugged, looking down at the table.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar shrugged in response, thinking he didn't want to deal with a bunch of kids all day. He could tolerate them, but it didn't mean he had the patience for them. "Guess I can ask him.." It was at least a temporary job until he found something better. Hell, his eighteen yeae old sister would probably find something faster.

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher just nodded, turning back to his drink. He finished it off, sitting it carefully on the counter. "It shouldn't be too hard to find a job. Unless you're like me and have tattoos everywhere. In which case, wearing long sleeves is probably a good idea when applying." He took a sip out of his new drink.