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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:52 pm
*Well, at least he gave whoever it was a chance. He walks up and looks behind the bar ... to find a kid, crouched down and looking up with wide eyes.*
Whoa. Hey. *Luke smiles in relief and at his own ridiculousness. What had he expected? The Seraphim? God he was paranoid.*
What're you doin' back here?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:00 pm
*Kyle looks up at the stranger, wondering if he should try to bolt. He glances at the top of the bar. If he could hop over it fast enough, he'd probably be able to get away, but... he's way too short for that. He'd never make it. Why couldn't he be tall?*
*he stares at Luke, a little afraid to speak*
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:03 pm
*Luke looks down at the kid. He looks scared stupid. Luke glances behind him to see shards of broken glass. Oooooh, okay. Luke's got it.*
*Luke crouches down to the kid's height.* Didja get any glass on you?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:14 pm
*Kyle shakes his head vehemently. His baseball cap is a little too large for his head, and it shakes off. He picks it up and puts it back on his head*
... I'm sorry I broke it...
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 1:21 pm
S'alright. It's not like I own the place.
*Luke starts looking for a broom and pan.* When I was like your age....
I was at this fancy party with my folks and my sister. I was bored out of my mind. So I was using my fork to tap these fancy water glasses. I had like five of them all in a line. I was trying to make it play a song right?
So my dad goes *Luke mimicked his dad's voice.* "Stop that, son. Before you break something."
And I go, "I'm not gonna break it" Then I knocked over the glass with my fork, and ALL five glasses fell over and broke one right after the other on the table.
The ENTIRE place turn around and looked at us. My dad was pissed. I thought he was gonna kill me.
*Luke laughs at his own story.*
*He clears his throat.* But that's not funny. Broken glass is, uh, dangerous.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:15 pm
*Kyle looks away self-consciously*
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:21 pm
*Luke looks around a little more and then stops in his search. Eh, ******** it. There's no sense cleaning it up, when the Brink's it's own best maid.*
*Luke looks to the kid. He's still super quiet, and looks a little scared. Luke points up at the bar.* What were you tryin' to get?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:32 pm
*Kyle looks up at the shelf* ... I just wanted... something to drink...
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:34 pm
Oh yeah? What did you want?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:40 pm
*Kyle thinks*... just a soda, I guess.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:46 pm
*Luke looks to see what they've got.*
I got Coke ... and Sprite.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:22 pm
I'd like the Coca-Cola please, sir...
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:29 pm
*Luke flinches.* Please, sir?
Nooo, there'll be none of that. *Luke hands him a Coca-Cola. Then he puts out his hand.* Around here, they don't call me sir. But they do call me Luke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:37 pm
*Kyle takes Coca-Cola from Luke and takes a huge swallow*
My Uncle says I shouldn't call old people by their first names.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:42 pm
*laughs* Old people? You think I'm old?
*When the kid doesn't answer, Luke lets it slide.* I guess I am old to you... Well, is your uncle here?
*The kid shook his head.*
*Luke shrugged.* Then you can call me Luke.
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