thorspuddingcup
Fantasy Romance Archivist
Lilly Wainright
"Well ma'am you shouldn't have brought your newborn baby into a haunted house." Lilly said to the disgruntled woman in front of her. The idiot went into the haunted house with her older children, newborn babe attached to her chest via baby...harness...thing. Straight white people shit. Of course her baby woke up, haunted houses were loud, and scary. That was the point.
"Your manager is going to hear about this! Kiss goodbye to your job!" the woman huffed and walked off down the street after her tweens. Joke was on her, Lilly was the manager. Sighing after such an ordeal, Lilly took a moment to take in the cool evening. Nearby, there was a teen boy dressed as a pirate talking with one of the volunteers. When she looked closer she could see the glint of metal shining off his hand in the dim light. What a realistic looking hook. That must have cost some real big money.
She overheard him talking about how he wished he had booked a gig working the haunted house. Lilly felt bad, perhaps the flyers she had sent out to the high schools weren't properly distributed? Wouldn't be the first time. Or maybe people saw the words "funeral home" and ran.
"You're interested in volunteering?" Lilly approached the boy. "Are you just interested in the haunted house? Or are you interested in volunteering at the funeral home in general?" There were some boring menial tasks that came with the job that Lilly would be willing to dole out for community service. Hell, if the kid wanted to (and he wasn't a dick) she would show him the cadavers. "I could always use more help with the stuff not actually involving dead bodies if you're interested!" She held out a hand. "I'm Lilly, I own the place."