Looking for friends to join the cry baby club! It is made up of people who are very stressed at their job and tend to always be on the verge of a meltdown!
Site rules still apply this is a PG to PG-13 area cuz of cursing and maybe sometimes light deceptions of their job.
Meetings of the cry baeby club meet every Friday at a local pub!
Info needed would be Bae name/ age/ worst part of their job!
It was a cloudy autumn day with the air getting notably colder and yet there was still a taste of summer heat that one could feel whenever the wind calmed.
As a small breeze passed by a young Office Bae recruit had the look of stressed confusion on her face. Though she was still pretty new to Raise City she wasn't lost but rather the stress at a first glance appeared to be that she couldn't tell if she should zip her hoodie up or leave it open. Her fingers were fumbling with the zipper as she strolled down the street preparing to re-zip yet again, she needed to take pause to better connect the zipper of the hoodie when in the corner of her eye she noticed a sign in the window of a pub that clearly read, "The Cry Baeby Club."
She walked in to the pub and filled out a form to sign up;
Name: Winter
Age: 27
Job: Office Bae
Why do you want to join The Cry Baeby Club?: I didn't realize I was going to be spending so much time at my desk.. [Proceeds to list a bunch of minor inconvenient things like the lead on her pencil breaking one time, there are tear stains on the form.]
Tears would fill those deep sea eyes as May would make her way home from a very long and very stressful day at work. Her maid uniform stained from drinks that she had not only spilled on herself, but Kit's customers as well. Choking back more tears as the memory kept replaying ever too often in her mind. Stopping in front of the pub as she would take out her phone, pressing the power button softly. Eye's would squint slightly as the bright white flash would shine upon that poor tearful face. The reflection in her eyes would revel that there was no new messages...
With another sigh, and a tilt of her head to gaze up at the nightful sky, tears that fought to stay back would finally fall. But the moment wouldn't last long as she began to wipe her eyes- not being the type to cry in public. However an Ad flyer would then grab her attention - the word 'cry baeby' making her chuckle slightly as the pun would cheer her up somewhat. Walk over to the window, giving it a more proper read. "This does sound nice.." she would tell herself, especially after the day she just had. "That way I don't have to bug Vill with my problems." Clutching the phone in her hand, the young bae would rush into the pub to sign up. Getting a few odd looks as she was still dressed in uniform~
Name: May
Age: 25
Job: Hostess at Kit's Cafe
Worst Part of the Job: MEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeee;;;;;