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 Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:53 pm
Sitting in their usual booth she knew the others should be here soon. She grabbed 2 menus, handing one to Sally
"Do you know what you'll be having? I'm kinda in the mood for Cake, and hot coffee, with Haxelnuts."
She could feel the spirits of Monster High's student bodies explode up like a flower in the pavement, she was excited too. Like something you could breathe in the air. Everyone was happy, What would they do after the game and After Tombcoming was over?
Eiter way, It would be fun to see it together.
[Edited!! Sorry]
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:10 pm
He just looked ever more confused.
"Roswell and I were not certain how long we would have to wait... but then the crowd thinned a little and we could order snacks."
He stared at her, still trying to process what she was talking about.
"Special? Er... " He flushed a little and looked down at the table. "W.. what does that have to do with the closet?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:26 pm
Meme gave him a wide smile. "Roswell!?" She asked excitedly but her grin dropped as he continued.
"Crowd thinned? Snacks..? Are these selkie metagores that I don't understand?" After a small silence Meme just nodded.
"I get it.. Some monsters just don't feel the need to have anyone special! That's totally fine too!" The clown sat back in her chair and groaned slightly, "Oh, I'm sorry! I don't mean to sound preachy.." She garbled and fiddled with a shiny copper coin, "As long as you're comfortable with yourself, that's all that matters!" She nodded knowingly and her stomach rumbled again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 3:33 pm
"Metagores? Uh.. no... He... dragged me into a closet to get out of the crowds." He still looked baffled, oblivious to any misinterpretation.
"You aren't preachy... " He hesitated, even he could hear her stomach's protests now. "Uh.. we should order food."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 4:25 pm
Sally sat across from Tori and took the menu, tilting her head as she looked it over. She could feel her hunger eating, something she hadn't noticed at the game. It was probably a good idea to get some food.
"Think I'll get a nice rare burger." she said "Maybe with some hot tea." she tilted her head.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:06 pm
Ronan's phone hummed, and he frowned and checked it. "Ghostly Gossip?" Oh yeah, Atomica had installed the ridiculous thing on his phone. It was alerting him to a new post, so obediently he clicked the link. He looked at the screen for a few moments, his expression blank as he watched the Kiss Cam footage. "huh..." Mothew and Doriana, he KNEW there was something going on there! Not that he felt a pang of anything other than vague bemusement that he'd managed to actually call that one. Usually his intuition was terrible. He glanced to Meme. "I just have to text someone." He explained, as he clicked *share* and added a message for Doriana. Motthew Clendenin Doriana Taylor His face flushed a little from the attention. Hey, if you can't beat'em, right? He smiled and looked at Doriana "Hey, Dori?" he said to her. Just as she turned to look at him, he quickly gave her a little peck on the lips "Gotcha." he said. Are you certain you would not prefer to attend the dance with him? - Ronan> That sent, he returned his attention to his friend. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 2:51 pm
"Oh, that's fine." She said, half paying attention as she gathered her coins, "I lost count.." She grumbled and began counting again.
Meme looked up and saw Ronan staring intently at his phone.
"Uh, are you o-" She began to ask but was interrupted as a goblin waitress who looked to be their age approached the table with a smile, showing big pointy teeth.
"Can ah get yuw anyfink?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at the pair. "The usual foh yuw." She stated to the clown ghoul as opposed to asking, whilst jotting down the order on her notebad.
"What abowt yuw, sweet'aart?" The goblin winked at Ronan
Meme handed over fistfuls of coins to the goblin and smiled shyly. "Cheers Gwynn.."
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:10 pm
"I uh.. " He'd been so distracted he'd utterly failed to look at the menu. "I'll have what she's having?" Was that going to prove a mistake?
The waitress wrote, nodded and briskly departed, leaving Ronan and Meme alone once more.
"Are you always in the habit of carrying around so much loose change?" He looked faintly bemused.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:24 pm
A Peryton and a Bird boy walked into a Die-ner....
And the whole place erupted into cheers.
Perry ducked his head and rolled his eyes at Dashner.
"Don't encourage them man." He hissed, obviously not particularly fond of the attention as he slipped quickly into a corner booth and busied himself with reading the menu.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:45 pm
"It's change I pick from the floor." She admitted. "It's not like I'm poor or begging like a were-hobo or anything, it's just loose change that students drop at school and don't pick up, or people at the maul who kick pennies around."
Meme shrugged, it wasn't such a big deal but for some reason she'd kept several of her habits secret, or tried not to display them often.
"That was what I'd picked up at the freakend! It all adds up ya'no." She continued, "See, it's just bought me a lovely cheese burger with bunions and some tasty fries!"
She giggled, "Hey, now your meal won't be a surprise! Just be glad I didn't order the lutefisk! Oh.. No, wait. You're probably enjoy that wouldn't you?" She pondered, unhappy that her joke had backfired.
"Wrong crowd," She dismissed it with the wave of a gloves hand.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:49 pm
"Wow... they certainly drop a lot of cash. " He smiled, it made perfect sense to him. "You must have a good eye, spotting coins nobody else notices."
He waved to Dashner as he entered with another boo.
"They have Lutefisk here?" He checked the menu, but alas, no such luck. "You ever tried it? I mean it smells terrible but it's so good once you get past that."
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:58 pm
"Ascreama taught me to have a good eye for shiny things.." Meme laughed as she waved at Dashner.
"I have not.. Unfortunately.." She felt her stomach churn at the thought. "Perhaps we should get some together sometime?" She offered, despite the sudden acid reflux.
Meme decided it was time to make more effort with her friends and besides, Ronan often looked like he needed some home comforts.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 4:04 pm
He actually beamed at the suggestion, grinning broadly.
"You mean it? I'll get my mother to send some down next time she decides I need a care parcel." He shook his head, frowning a little at the thought of his mother. "I worry about her... She sent me a knitted orca hat."
What kind of selkie knitted killer whales? His mother was losing it, he was certain of it. That or she was messing with him, but he wasn't entirely certain why she would want to do that. Perhaps she was bored, either way, he worried what other knitted monstrosities may appear in the mail from Alaska.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 4:18 pm
"Uh, yeah.. Of course!" She hesitated ever so slightly, but knew it would be much more beneficial for Ronan's happiness if she agreed.
She'd sealed her fate, but accepted it wholly. He said that it wasn't so bad.. They'd have a whale of a time, surely?
"I'll look forward to next time your post arrives!" Meme couldn't retracted her offer so had to lye to him for now.
"That sounds swell," She smiled, "Home made gifts are the best. There's love in every fibre."
The goblin waitress appeared out of no where, and slid their plates of hot food onto the table, "Eat up!" She grinned and left them alone once more.
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:32 pm
Vinnie hunched over a strawscarry milkshake as she sat at the counter, her hips gently swiveling on the rotating stool top. Despite her best efforts to keep interested in the football game, even for Perry's sake, she simply could not get into it. Leaving during the third quarter before the "Kiss Kam of Death" sought her out, she hunkered down at her usual spot in the die-ner and pored over her latest issue of Scorn. The bones over the door clinked as two winged boos entered, and Vinnie's eyes locked on Perry with a coiled smirk of her tentacles; she slipped a napkin into her comic book and slid it into her bag, then clutching her milkshake in her claw, sauntered over to the table where Perry and Dashner sat. "Hey, boys." She cooed as she slid into the booth next to Perry, resting her clawed hand against his arm. "That was some fangtastic work you did out there on the field."Vinnie darted her narrowed eyes over at Dashner and she sneered.
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