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 Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 8:18 pm
((rp between Cherry and Noah)) She walked down the street with a white box in hand that had been embellished with a thick enough strand of hemp rope. She mostly had the string to keep the box from opening, but it also served as a nifty and easy handle to carry it by. A few people kept remarking about the pie at the Grind. They kept making all these references about how it was pretty good but not quite as good as the pie at Mags. Cherry herself hadn't been to Mags before, and the more she heard these little references; it had her all stirred up. It wasn't like they were insulting HER pies. It wasn't like the pies sold at the Grind were her own personal drop dead best spoonful you ever had in your life. Sure, she would try to pass them off just as if they were. For a few days, she had been bitten by endless curiosity. She had asked around a bit. She found out where this place was that was being rumored as having such great pie. There was one way to get the best pie if you wanted it; that was from her. To hear someone else was known for their pie, it wasn't a direct insult, but her pride and vanity felt offended by that somehow anyways. When a gust of wind blew her bouncing tresses that were half curled on the ends blew into her face, she brushed them back over her shoulder. She wasn't really sure what kind of place it was. Most of what she could get from asking around was just some joint people went to go eat at. Well, she was on a mission. The first part of her day off had been spent making one of her uber pies to perfection. This was actually pie number four. The first three while good just didn't meet her standards of perfection for the game she was about to set on. The latter part of the day had been primping herself up. If she was going somewhere to make a first impression, she was going to knock em dead. Well, sure. She fancied to herself that they would probably be ridiculously absorbed with her anyways. Still, it couldn't hurt to prime herself for maximum showing off. Though she realized on the way she probably should have gone for a warmer jacket. This ended up being further than she thought it was. Well, it was too late. She had already full in motion and almost there. She hadn't been sure what to expect, so she opened the door cautiously and looked around as she walked in. She took a moment to glance her eyes around and look around at its decor and around at how busy it was. She had been expecting something a little fancier. This was the place who's pie was so great? Really? This? Hmm. After standing a while looking around, she sashayed her way up to a stool along the long bar and waited, sitting her little box on a stool besides her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:15 pm
The thing about the little diner that sat at the address on 17 Waverley street was that while once it had been a homey and traditional place owned by a sweet little old lady it had become sort of. Dude-y.
Between Noah and Marco as business partners the atmosphere had changed greatly, and the fact their little apprentice Nick seemed to just be a strange version of them minus a decade or two seemed to have an affect on the atmosphere as well.
Eliza was a bright and happy breath of fresh air when it was her shift, but she was also a teenager who had school and so it usually wasn't her shift.
But this also meant that in the chaos of the constantly rushing and buzzing dining area, a woman like Cherry, dressed like Cherry, didn't go unnoticed.
"Heeeey," A mop haired man with a full sleeve tattoo leaned on the bar, being as transparent as possibly with his cheesy grin making eyes at the woman. At least until Noah shoved him back towards the kitchen door.
"Get back to the burgers, Marco," He said in a tone that said he had already had it up to here with childish shenanigans for the day. Even if he was a business owner, Noah usually filled whatever roles where necessary. Janitor, busser, and today, waiter.
He pulled a note pad out of his apron before his brow eyes glanced up and took not of the box Cherry had with her, and he pointed his pen towards it. "Well, that seems a bit rude," He teased.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:33 pm
Her blue eyes engaged immediately with the man who had the tattoo sleeved arm. The attention only feeding her conceits that really never needed any help at all. She split a grin and was about to go into full on Cherry mode. She grinned and almost had to laugh to see him pushed back to the kitchen. Cherry enjoyed shenanigans plenty. More so if she was the source of them, but they were often entertaining in any case. She looked up at at another guy with the purple hair. She saw him pull out the notepad. Then she turned her head to see him point to the box. " Rude? Well, I felt it was best to come prepared, but I hardly would call it being rude. It's not like I brought it here to eat in here and not order from you. I just thought that maybe you would want to try mine too. I came to try yours." Was he supposed to be impressed she came to try his? Well, wouldn't just everyone feel like that? She was sure her being there somehow made the universe shift in some non-discernible way that would bring better luck to this place. Despite the fact she failed to know it did plenty well enough without her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 3:59 pm
Noah's eyes hadn't really glanced up from his notepad up until this point, when he stared at her and raised one eyebrow before he looked at the box.
"Looks more like a challenge to me," He said finally with a hint of a smile tugging one crooked corner of his mouth up and a lax shrug. "It's just rude bringing outside food into someone's place of business," He said with emphasis.
"This is our home turf, not a dueling arena. So what'll it be?" He said with a full grin as he tapped the pen on paper. He was mouthy for a server, but he figured he could be.
He did own 51% of the establishment, after all.
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Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 4:28 pm
Cherry had been watching him with keen eyes. His focusing on her having brought her pie in there made her stare at him. She had expected something similar to the first guy's reaction. Admitting she did something so terrible wasn't going to happen. Maybe one day, in private if it came to that. When he did look at her, her eyes boldly held their stance. " Cherry pie, if you'd be so kind. Also, a slice of cheesecake if you have any ready. Also..." she after a few moments did start to waiver a little inwardly. Was that really so offensive? Hmm... It was too late. She was already there. She had done everything else she set to do. " A chocolate milkshake too?" She took her red gloves off, setting them on the box next to her. Then she pulled her winter parka off too. She draped that over her lap.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:20 pm
It took something incredibly special to extract snark from Noah. Most often he was correcting or downplaying teasing and barbs from his associates, friends, and family members, and was often the more easy going and fluffier personality in the room.
But this counted as something special. This was serious business
Which was why when she shrugged off her parka and he did look up from his notepad scribbles to briefly scan the lines and curves of her figure, he concluded looking her dead on in the eye with a smug smirk.
"Someone's got a sweet tooth," He said in a tone that somewhere, far away, on the cosmic plane gave Zia Connolly the strange urge to throw something at him next time she saw him. But Noah was feeling cocky in his, as he recently put it, home turf as he tapped the pen and left to go fill out her order. Something he'd have to do personally.
Challenge accepted Cerise Clayborne.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 9:00 pm
She was waxing into her element a bit. She was still wavering for a few moments though. Part of her still wondered what she should do with her pie that she brought with her if he wouldn't try it. Then, the more dominant side of her gazed at him with mirth and amusement. That smirk. Look at that smirk. While that kind of expression might ruffle some people's feathers, it just lured Cherry in. Whatever misgivings or thoughts of maybe just giving up went up in smoke. She began to muse to herself that if she did something so bad, surely she should be punished for it. Wouldn't that be nice; then again, she didn't even know this guy. Probably zero chance of that happening. Wasn't that too bad. " Mmmhmm. I guess we'll see if you can satisfy that or not." She gave him a playful wink, but whether he had seen it or not she wasn't sure. He had gone to get it. She watched him go with curious eyes. That cocky look in his eyes appealed to her greatly. While he was busy, she chewed her bottom lip as she mused on what sort of things she could probably say to elicit similar responses.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 6:24 pm
Noah had vanished into the back of the house to fill her order and got a metric ******** of crap for it. There were small things his business partner noticed that keyed in to Noah's behavioral change, especially the way he had gotten shoved when he jokingly shouted dibs.
"Shut up," Noah snorted at the childish behavior, until it was pointed out he had completely slacked off his goals for the day, which was to help out their short handed waitstaff. Instead of writing a ticket for Cherry's order, he had come back to the kitchen to fiddle around.
"I think you're taking this a little too seriously," Marco commented as he watched Noah stare at a currently baking pie like that was going to make it go faster.
He was not going to give her pie they had sitting in the back pre-sliced and ready to serve. She was judging him. He couldn't take the chance. Fresh, carefully considered, flawless pie had to go out that door.
It was just going to take a few extra minutes, so he came out of the back with a milkshake and a plate of cheesecake and was decidedly pie-less. "It'll be just an extra few minutes, we were fresh out of cherry," He said with a chipper grin.
Liar.
"So," He slide the plate and the tall glass in front of her at the bar and put his hands on his hips, side eying the pie box. "What's in that and why did you bring it?"
It might as well have been a bomb.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 6:41 pm
She watched him move to the back and disappear into the kitchen. Her eyes were like the eyes of a predator observing her prey. Well, wasn't this fun. She was glad she took the time to make herself look especially presentable. She mused to herself the guy who was initially out there at the bar didn't seem so bad on the eyes either. While he was taking a little while, she peered around her to see how busy they were. She looked around and noticed not as much staff as she would think they would with this many people in there. " Thank you!" It's hard to say how much charm and finesse could go into two words, but she intended to cram as much in as possible. Seeing him come back with that walk. Hmm. " That's fine. I don't mind waiting. You don't even have to hurry. I'm not in a hurry." Nope. There couldn't possibly be anything going on that was so pressing it needed to be done instead of what she was doing right then. Her eyes looked up at him with a quizzical surprise before melting into a devious playful stare. " Oh. Well, that is a cherry pie. It's my cherry pie. As in... I made it. From scratch. In my kitchen." Her eyes were full of challenge and dare. She quite liked the way he had initially rebuffed her and called her on being rude. What was it about it that intrigued her? She couldn't place it, but she was quite entertained. " I brought it, so you could taste it of course. Think of it it sort of like... a 'i'll show you mine if you show me yours' game.. except I came prepared to show you mine first. And... you know.. it's been happening the past few weeks. Someone will be trying one of my pies. Then, before they are even done. They can't seem to compliment me without squeezing in this suggestion that. Hey, why don't I come over here and try the pies here. They would totally give me a run for my money. Here I am. I had to come and see about this for myself." Her eyes danced as she sipped on her milkshake first. Her eyes taking in his every gesture and stance.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 9:44 pm
"Oh, so it's a jealousy issue," Noah said with a dramatic 'of course' gesture to his body language and smirked again, feeling particularly smug hearing that positive word of mouth was finally circulating about the diner.
Much better than being monster attack central.
"It's okay, it happens, we all have to face facts sometime," He said with a wave of his wrist before running his thumb over his nails. Everything was smug. So smug. He was fancy and popular and superior, oh ho ho.
And then he remembered his scrambled pie wasn't actually done yet, and he couldn't guarantee the care and preparation a single pie made in a kitchen with love could have. He was skilled, but he also made tons of pies a day for mass consumption.
His confidence waned, but he did his best not to show it.
He cleared his throat and rebooted.
"Lady, I was born here, and I've been making pies in this particular location for six years. It's kind of my thing," He said, regaining a bit. "But that being said, I wouldn't mine giving you a taste," He winking before his greedy fingers tried to part the box lid from beneath the twine to peek inside at this mysterious pie that was supposedly in it.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 4:53 am
Listen to this!!! She paused in sipping on her milkshake to gape openly at him. Did he just outright say she was jealous? Well, yeah of course she was, but omg, to call her out on it. Wow. This guy was being pretty ballsy with her. She quickly pursed her lips as she licked the insides of them. Her eyes thinning with a mix of amusement and offense at the same time. " Why... Mister..... " Hmmm. Yeah. What was his name again. She was pretty sure she had just seen it somewhere. " I never...." She attempted to pull off a snobby head turn to stare at her fork she was grabbing to taste their cheesecake with. Still, out of the corner of her eye she looked at him. He called her jealous! She couldn't believe it! Admitting to jealousy was almost on the same level as admitting she shouldn't have come here to maybe challenge him to whose pie was better. She hadn't been prepared to admit that either. " What does you having been born here have to do with anything?" Then, she smirked trying not to laugh. It wasn't working very well, and a few giggles slipped out. " Oh is that so? Six years? Really? I've been mastering my cherry pies since I was 15. You don't have to be born in any particular town to know how to make a good pie. It's not about where you live. It's about being able to make something warm, soft, and delectable. It's acquiring a taste people can't resist once they've had a little in their mouth." Though he did say he'd give her a taste. Her eyes danced with playful deviance. " Excellent. Do I get to watch you? I have to admit I would be hugely disappointed to miss the expression on your face when you do." She mused to herself whether she should have considered that a sort of pie innuendo. It was the sort of thing she loved to slip into pie conversations. She daintily nibbled a little piece of the cheesecake off of her fork. Her eyes glued on him. Maybe this hadn't been such a bad idea after all.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 1:28 pm
"It means," Noah had to pause for dramatic effect as he strung out the word to it's cheesiest levels, "That you're on my home turf in my territory, in my business. It's not a hobby, Princess."
He stopped craning his neck to see in the box and folded his arms behind the bar where he stood his ground.
And he quirked up one eyebrow. "Oh? You brought it in, you aren't going to serve me?" He teased. He was still a touch passive aggressive about it. His business was his baby.
And then a timer ding that could only barely be heard by trained ears over the ground seemed to completely break the stance and send him worriedly flying back towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 4:04 pm
Cherry merely maintained her gaze as she continued to observe him in all his mannerisms at the moment. Then, the fact he was pushing on with this lecturing about business.. home turf... rudeness. She decided against rolling her eyes as that probably would be seen as quite rude. " Just because mine is a hobby as you call it for now. That doesn't mean that one day mine won't be a business." Though what she didn't say in that was her guised secret ambition to in fact one day own a bakery that sold her stuff. Her other ambition to maybe through that become well known and famous. Yes. She wanted those things. She wanted them enough to be willing to stoop to scandalous levels. What were ethics or morals in comparison with her heart's desires? Teasing or not, her eyes darted up to glow at him. Was that a dare? It sounded almost like one to her. " I could serve you.. if you wanted... I'd...." Oh, but then he ran off. She was totally going to offer to feed him if he so liked. Her eyes flicked around as she nibbled away at what was in front of her; albeit slowly and carefully.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:01 pm
In the kitchen, behind the door, Noah's cocky and self assured demeanor had flown out the window somewhere as his hands hovered over the cooled pie as if it was delicate and sacred.
And it was.
Someone was challenging his life's work, and that would not stand. He spent plenty of time as a civilian defending this corner from youma and starseed pullers with nothing but a lot of willpower and a baseball bat. He wouldn't let a monster eat him alive, so he definitely wasn't going to let an outsider come in and her pie might be better than his.
Which is why when his staff rolled their eyes at the careful attention he was making to make sure the cut was perfect, placement on the plate was perfect. Textures were good, not too hot, not too gooey, everything was solid.
It might not have been fair. It had definitely gotten special attention to the rushed slices the kitchen pushed out en masse, but hey. She got to make her pie in a kitchen alone with intent, and not select one out of several made in a mad rush.
By the time he had exited the kitchen, he was smug again as he slid the carefully doted on plate down the counter to her, with two forks as a garnish.
"I don't suppose you want that a la mode?" He asked with his hands lazily resting in his pockets like he totally hadn't been panicking back there.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 8:25 pm
Despite the fact she had done something rather brazen and severely bordering on bad manners. She still wasn't entirely convinced it was so wrong, but then again, she didn't often consider much of what she did or said to be wrong. Not because she was above being wrong; more that admitting such things was like the same as if she wasn't perfect. Sure, deep down she knew that. Just... she'd never openly admit it. With this being how she was, the time left to herself nibbling away at her cheesecake while Mr. " i'll show you" disappeared for a while. The sitting by herself made her wonder and question her actions even more. That made her a little uncomfortable. Not to mention, suddenly she felt weird about being there by herself, but she had come on her own... on a mission. Here she was. She felt a little relieved when he came back. " Should I want it a la mode? Would that enhance or take away from the flavor? I trust you as to which is better." She smiled away. She also quickly took a frame of mind that she quite liked it better when he was here standing in front of her. Even if he was going to lecture her, yell at her, or snark at her. She was more than happy to accept any of it. Then, she noticed the two forks. " What's the other fork for?" Was ... he going to eat it with her? She picked one up and held it for a moment before holding it out to him. " Or... would you want the fun of feeding it to me?" If he did that, he wouldn't be going anywhere. That'd be decidedly less lonely and less boring.
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