>>18112233Oscar sighs. "Miss..... Andreya Kettner Clark? ..... That is Clark as in Kent, right? Your handwriting's terrible." He squints at her application.
Andi grins at him. Having not yet been offered a seat, she hops up and sits on the empty desk sitting across from his in the cramped office. His scowl deepens, just a little.
>"Nope, it's Clark as in Griswold!"Andi chuckles, but Oscar Hamilton doesn't even frown at her, his face slack and unamused.
>"Well, I think I'm funny, anyway.""And yet you wrestle as Andi Kestrel. Not Andreya Clark." Oscar looks over the paper.
>"Yup! See, there was already an 'Abby Clark' over in Golden Coast Wrestling when I was trying to break in back there, and our names sounded too similar, so I was going to use Andi Kettner, but Kestrel sounded even better. It's like a bird of prey, and that's cool, you know?"Oscar gives her a deeply unimpressed stare for a few seconds, then clears his throat. "Well. That's an interesting choice. You don't HAVE to have a marketable or catchy name, I suppose. But a poorly-chosen name will cause your career to stagnate in this organization, as sure as my name's Oscar Mammalton Hamilton." He shuffles some papers. "But we may just need some warm bodies around to take up space, given our current rate of attrition, and yours looks as warm and spacious as any. So we're going to hire you. And by hire you, I mean you'll start getting paid when you get booked to wrestle, which won't be for a while. No doubt someboy will get horribly maimed or quit the business soon enough, and a spot will open up."
Andi shrugs and hops down from the desk.
>"Guess I better conserve my money and start training then. Thanks, Mr. Hamilton!"[3/5]