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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:24 pm
*Luke smirks to himself but looks to her.* Yeah. Thank you.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:29 pm
*The waitress mutters something about coming back for their orders, and plods off again to get the coffeepot*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:34 pm
*Bard flips through his menu, casually* The great thing about truck stops is they'll put just about anything in a fryer.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:40 pm
*Luke peruses the menu. At least she hadn't given him the kid's menu. He suddenly wonders what the waitress would do if he called her "sunshine". Ha. Or "Mabel".*
Sounds good to me. ... I figure if I order breakfast, it'll put me on schedule for this time period. And I'll get my daily serving of bacon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:51 pm
That sounds like an excellent notion. *he keeps looking through the menu*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:55 pm
*Several minutes later, their waitress returns with a coffeepot in hand. Flipping over the small mugs in front of them, she pours them each a cup, then plunks the pot down.*
*She pulls a pencil and pad of paper from the pocket of her apron, and asks without looking up from it* Okay, boys, what'll it be?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:00 pm
I'll have... eggs... over easy... hash browns... wheat toast and a double order of bacon.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:04 pm
*When the waitress looks to him, Luke says.* Yeah, I'll have the same thing, but with scrambled eggs and white toast.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:13 pm
Comin' up. *The woman finishes scribbling down their orders and heads for the kitchen, her beat up Keds squeaking on the melted snow that's been tracked inside*
*Back at the order counter, she tears the top sheet of paper off the pad and hands it to the cook. That done, she positions herself more toward the smoking section, retrieves a cigarette from a pack in her apron pocket and lights up, sneaking in a few drags before somebody on the other side of the diner waves her over*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:22 pm
A double order of bacon. *nods appreciatively* Ballsy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:26 pm
You can never have enough bacon. *Bard sips his coffee which bears the distinct flavor of fine cigarette ashes and mud, but he's not drinking it for the taste*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:30 pm
I agree with that. *Luke pours sugar into his coffee. That helps mask the aftertaste of cigarettes, though not entirely. He lets of a low whistle after he drinks it.* At least this'll keep us up. We're gonna need it, too.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:37 pm
You can sleep whenever you want. You're not driving.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:40 pm
*Luke smirks. He looks over his shoulder at a clock on the far wall. It's a little after 4 a.m.* Yeah, tell me that in another three or four hours ... when to me it's only 9 or 10 at night.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 10:47 pm
*Bard breaks down and pours sugar in the coffee* Have you got a driver's license?
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