Chet On the 14th of Summer, after finding out what favor Jesse needed done, Tock had stopped hauling wood and gone off to corner Chet. Another unskilled laborer, Chet had been doing some digging, something Tock couldn't much help with considering how sore her hand still was at the time. She did the best she could, though, holding the shovel with her left hand and bracing the handle against her right forearm. "Whaddya want?" Chet asked in irritation. He didn't especially like her. Tock got started helping him dig, a bit clumsily all said and done, but she was able to perform the task. They were digging out a stretch of ground in front of one of the houses, so that paving stones could be laid down to create a walkway. It was a fancy touch Tock's own home didn't have, but she lived in a tiny one-room cottage, unlike the larger families of four or more people that lived in these homes. Between parents and older children all having jobs, they had a bit more money to spend on such niceties. "Whaddya want?" Tock replied, clumsily tossing some dirt over her shoulder (and getting a lot of it down her shirt in the process). "I don't need nothing," Chet replied, continuing his work without looking up at her. "Unless you wanna pay me, get lost..." Tock wasn't so easily deterred. It was a little known fact that she was actually a rather stubborn woman. She kept on digging, starting to feel some strain already thanks to the improper way she was doing it. Her lower back was getting a twinge, and she knew she'd really be feeling it tomorrow. "Ya gots ta needs somethin'," she said. Everyone needed something. "Gots repair work 'round yer 'ouse? Needs me ta 'elp out wit' 'at?" Chet shook his head, trying to give her the cold shoulder. "C'moooooon! Jus' name it, an' I does it! Please?" "I told you, I don't need nothing," he said, using his shovel to try to dig out a rock. Tock sighed and knelt down to pull it out by hand (men could be so lazy, not realizing they were making a job twice as hard as it needed to be). She looked up at him and asked, "Nothin'? Pffft. Ya done gonna tells me, 'ere ain't one dang thing what in yer life what needs doin'? Come on, mate! Lemme does ya a favor!?" He stared at her, considering it for a moment. "Any favor?" he asked. "ANY," she replied. "'Cept what fer one's 'at's pervy, o' costs money, aye!" Chet paused, leaning on his shovel and scratching the back of his head. "Well..." Tock grinned and leaned forward, bouncing on her toes. Chet looked around to be sure no one was in ear shot, then leaned in close and said, "I got some gambling debts..." Tock frowned. Didn't anyone listen to her? "I ain't payin' her debts, bloke," she protested. Chet leaned closer and whispered, "Nah, nah, nah... I don't want you to PAY them... just..." he looked around again. "My wife doesn't know about it, right? But the guy I owe money too... he's one of those rough chaps off East Street..." Tock frowned deeper, wondering where THIS one was going. "He's been threatening to come to my home... I've got a kid, you know." Tock hadn't known that, actually. Though since Chet was only a few years older than her, she imagined the kid was quite young. "I don't want him coming around my family, right? I can pay him... I just need more time..." Tock nodded slowly. "So ya want I should get 'im offa yer back?" she asked. Chet nodded. "Yeah... I mean, you're one scary bitch sometimes Tock," he coughed, looking down and suddenly worried she'd be mad. But all she did was grin. "I don't want nobody to get hurt or nothing... Just get him to back off, give me a few more weeks..." Tock smirked and nodded. This sounded easy enough. "Sure thing, mate," she said. "Consider 'er done!" |