Pinup Poll: Seasonal Help Disorder

"Yeah, Santa's workshop is like... that way? I mean, not like there are a bunch of signs pointing to that little random tiny home that popped up in the middle of the food court or anything..." Clara grumbled as she vaguely pointed the way to yet another pair of mom jeans with two ankle weight brats in tow. She itched her head, "stupid felt elf ears... itch like crazy..." she grumbled before pointing towards the Santa Workshop again not even greeting the next family. "Just ten more minutes and I can go get that smoke..."

Clara Kent had hoped to get a part time job over at Not Toxic, but some preppy bitch got the job just because some rich slut named Brenda put in a good word for her... "Damn, spoiled princess... Over there!" She snapped at a couple kids crying about wanting to see Santa. However when she caught sight of her manager she paused and handed the crying kids a pair of jumbo candy canes, "Just... go wait in line and suck on these..." maybe they'll trip and stab the fat bastard... she sighed. She wouldn't even NEED a job if her mom refused to get her the clothes she wanted. Just because she lived on a farm doesn't mean she should wear gingham dresses or overalls and talked in some dopey Southern drawl... So if she wanted to avoid a Southern Fried Fate, she was going to have to work for her mascara and hair dye, even if she died trying.

"Yeah, over- Hey aren't you a bit old to want to sit on Santa's lap?" Clara raised an eyebrow at a lavender haired woman who merely smiled sweetly,

"Oh, me and the Big Elf's wife go way back. Just going to check in and see how tricks are doing," she gingerly pat the girl's head before walking by. Clara glared after her... what a bitch... though... had they met before? The woman's pixie cut looked weirdly familiar...

"Wasn't she-" Clara's phone started beeping and she lost her thought, "Oh FINALLY!" she smiled tossing off her hat and ears and calling to the blonde elf, "Hey Steph! I'm going to grab a Smoke! Watch my post until I get back!" The ditz waved back giggling as she sucked on a candy cane. "Yeah she didn't hear me... the bubble bimbo probably got the job because she couldn't do anything else... or she sat on Santa's lap just right..." Clara chuckled and headed out to the cold to grab a smoke. 

It was going to be a LONG holiday season...