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 Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 11:09 pm
It was Heaven on Earth.
Margaret Butler hunched over the tan table possessively, her back nowhere near touching the plastic blue of the booth like a proper young woman's back should be pressed against. Or so would have said her Aunt. Or her Crystal Academy teachers. Or hell, anyone she knew these days, practically. ********, they wouldn't have seen it proper for a young lady to be seen in such establishments anyhow, but that didn't bother Mags.
Because Mags was in Heaven.
The waitress had just arrived only moments prior, and now a tall, beautiful order of waffles lay in front of Margaret. A tall stack, topped off with whipped cream and a cherry. The waitress knew her. The entire staff knew of Margaret Butler, because Margaret Butler was a common visitor, walking through Heaven's door and ordering the same thing, day in and day out.
Waffles.
Waffles.
Waffles.
Knife and fork were extended out, weapons used to conquer the golden delicious monster in front of her. Syrup slowly began to ooze down the stack as she cut, and the young woman lifted her fork to her mouth and savored that first bite, chewing slowly and carefully.
She wasn't about to rush through such a wonderful meal.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 6:35 pm
Normally, there would have been nothing wrong with seeing a tall, pretty blonde student at a place like a pancake house. Normally, he probably wouldn't even have noticed, seeing as she was drastically underage, and he was sick and tired of women these days. Nealite--Beryl, whoever the hell she was now. Drew stepped into the restaurant, ignoring the little bell that jingled merrily to announce that there was a customer. He'd been seated, ordered some random stack of pancakes off the menu...
Then he realized he didn't have his wallet.
How the hell did he walk out the door and not realize he had his wallet? He sat there for a moment, grinding his teeth and debating how worth it it would be to scarf down the pancakes and get the hell out of there before they realized he had no money.
Probably not very worth it.
So now he was eying the blonde girl for a moment, shameless trying to use her outfit to evaluate how much extra cash she might have on her. What was the worst that could happen? She'd call the police.
But if he could sell his story well enough for her to buy his meal for him...
This was sad. This was sad. But he'd finally walked all the way out here, and he hadn't had goddamn pancakes in forever, and it was early, and this was just sad.
"Those are a lot of waffles." Drew eventually just said, elbow propped on the table while his chin settled in his palm. "A lot of waffles."
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:23 pm
She was mid-chew when the redheaded man decided to grace her table with his presence, and Margaret's head slowly rose, as if it were an everyday occurrence that a total stranger would invade her personal space and start talking to her (to be fair, that was Mags' job, for the most part).
The young woman (thankfully) decided to swallow her mouthful of waffles before responding. "I think I'd be bitchin' if they gave me any less. Yew can never have too many waffles."
She said this last part with a sage nod, keeping her fork and knife poised in both hands. It soon became obviously clear that the man had no intention of simply commenting and passing by. Lots of people in this City tended to make comments at her when they passed by. Never conversations. Just comments, be it about what she was doing, what she was wearing, or perhaps the fact she'd just hollered across the mall parking lot, trying to get the attention of that gaggle of Crystal girls she saw.
City people were ********' weird.
Her utensils were set aside on her plate, and she moved to wipe her hands on her napkin, cleaning them of the sticky residue left after getting her fingers a bit too close to her food.
"They never give ya enough syrup though," she continued, almost mournfully, as she reached over at the end of the table and picked up the blue pitcher. The remainder of the stack soon found itself drenched in sticky amber ooze, and the pitcher was set aside. "But that's okay. I can take the bad with the good, y'know? We never had this kinda stuff back on the farm. Fancy syrup 'n everything. Didja want any?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 4:53 pm
As soon as the girl opened her mouth, Drew's did too. He looked considerably less intelligent as he just stared at her and the accent that had hocked itself out of her throat, just watching as she continued to drown the waffles in syrup.
Oh. Oh, holy s**t, this was ******** gold.
Finally straightening once he was slightly in control of himself (and that meant trying not to snigger like an idiot), he'd eventually nod. "Yes. Yes I would. I can't pay you though, forgot my goddamn wallet." And now he had been graced by the presence of Princess Hickadoo, and he was caring less and less about not getting his pancakes.
"You're not from around here." It was a brilliant observation. "So uh. Back home. The farm. Cows? Pigs? Goats?" This was brilliant, and Drew leaned back a little with a faint grin.
Ohh, he loved this city.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 12:40 pm
"Yew'd be payin' them anyhow," she motioned with her fork towards the oncoming waitress, "But it's okay, I've got ya covered. The name's Mags. Used to this sort of thing with Cousin Tommy anyways, so got in the habit of bringin' extra money. Not that we really had any money to begin with, but then again Tommy's not around here no more and I guess I just..."
Her voice trailed off as she stared ahead. While it looked as though she was staring at him, her eyes were clearly vacant. Her mouth closed, she frowned, as if upset that she'd lost her train of thought, then shrugged her shoulders and returned to eating the waffles.
The moment he mentioned the farm, however, her mouth flew open once again, this time, showing off the half-eaten contents that lay within.
"YEW'VE GOT A FARM TOO? Ah man, we had ALL of them back home, I used to have this pig named Pig, damn best pig this side of the county. Well. The county back home, o'course. Took Pig with me everywhere, blue prize winner at the fair three years inna row."
She seemed very proud, proud enough that the waffles were almost forgotten.
Almost.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2010 11:23 am
Oh, good. Here came the talk about family, but when that southern twang unexpectedly drifted off, Drew had the idea that they'd tread onto sensitive territory. Unexpected death in the family? Maybe. She was staring at him in a way that was practically unnerving, but he chalked that up to a lack of brain cells and did his best to look sympathetic. Sort of.
Then she gaped at him like a fish and he caught glimpse of a sight that it was way too early for.
He was trying not to split a seam from laughing, lips twitching like he had a horrible tic before, damning himself, he nodded. "Well ahhhh'll beeeeee." Drew drawled, propping his hand under his chin. "'Bout time ah found me another feller from tha' south!"
This was horrible, and he was loving every moment of it.
"Pig, huh? I 'eard of Pig! Best swine on this here earth, I reckon. This one time, me 'n Keith, we was really drunk and wanted to go cow tippin', but ended up in tha pig pen instead 'n pigs are really hard to tip. Don't try it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 10:50 am
"YEW'VE HEARD OF PIG?!?"
Andrew Collins had unknowingly just become a young woman's new best friend.
"Gawd, he was such a GOOD Pig," she finally said with a grin, sitting back in the booth as she settled down from her sudden outburst. Her grin was wide - wider than it had been in months. Finally, finally, she'd met someone normal around these parts! "Shame I couldn't take him here - hopefully he's still running around on the farm."
Or bacon. But she didn't like to think about that.
Reaching over, she picked up her glass and brought it forward, her grin cracking up into a laugh, "Gawd, yew and Keith are nothin' but a couple of dumbasses, Red. Lawd help us, everyone knows pigs are too short to tip - but wait." She paused and straightened up, the story finally sinking into her head. "Yew've been cow tippin' before? Pa never let me! Do yew think yew could teach me?"
Wide blue eyes stared up at him, begging. Oh how much fun it would be to finally go cow tipping at last!
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 1:35 pm
"AH'VE HEARD OF PIG!" Drew was more than happy to holler back, ignoring how everyone in the restaurant was now staring. This was amazing. Clearly they could see how amazing this was, and if they couldn't, that was just ******** sad.
He was watching with a half-lidded gaze, grinning a little at the scolding for his attempt to tip a pig, and straightened some. "Ya mean ya never tipped a cow? Where you been your whole goddanged life? Course I'll teach ya, we just gotta find us some cows 'round these here parts."
As far as he knew, there were no cows near Destiny City. That didn't mean, however, that he couldn't improvise.
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