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 Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:55 pm
*The Jag stopped in front of the diner and Luke looked up at the sign with an amused half-smile.* Mabel's. How much you wanna bet 'Mabel' still works there?
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:05 pm
Mabel probably isn't even a woman. The owner is probably Ralph Mabel or something like that.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:10 pm
*Luke gets out of the car and sends back.* You should ask them. Just tell them you're writing a book about ... *looks around* life on the Indiana Toll Road.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:27 pm
*Bard approaches the building and pulls the door open* Don't ever suggest something like that in front of Mo.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:33 pm
*Luke followed him inside, sporting an impish grin.* See, why'd you have to go and let me know something like that? Now, you know I'm gonna have to say something to her.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:42 pm
*As they enter the establishment, the disembodied voice of Garth Brooks reminds them that he has friends in low places. Bard gives Luke a look*
Maybe I should resign myself to it. Think of all the research I'll have to do.
That gives me plenty of incentive to drive out to Pennsylvania regularly to visit your sister.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:48 pm
Sorry, she doesn't date senior citizens.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 7:55 pm
We don't have to date per se....
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:06 pm
*Luke shakes his head, breathing out an irritated sigh through his teeth like steam. He keeps a strained smile, but there is a real warning behind it.* All right, a*****e. You keep talkin' about my 17-year-old sister who you haven't met and I'll jog your memory a little sooner than you planned. I'll do it too.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:32 pm
*Over by the order window, an older woman in a faded pink uniform leans against the counter, her gray hair poorly disguised with a bronzy dye job in dire need of a touch-up. Conversing with the balding cook, it takes her a few minutes before she even realizes Luke and Bard have come in. When she does, she heaves a sigh, shoving back off the counter and using the momentum to plod over to them*
*Pasting on a fake, fleeting smile, she rasps out a minimal greeting ... if it could even be called that* Two?
Smokin' or no? *She smells and speaks like someone who falls in the former category by a few packs a day*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:48 pm
This way, *She grabs two menus on the way as she leads them to one side of the diner, and over to a booth that boasts a stunning view of the snow pouring down on the parking lot*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 8:55 pm
*Luke regards the waitress.* Thanks.
*He takes a seat across from Bard. He stares over at the other side of the diner, where a heavy cloud of smoke lingers over the patrons, and is momentarily thankful they are in the non-smoking section.*
*Then he takes a look out the window at the storm outside and thinks as he has been: Awesome.*
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:16 pm
Thanks. *Bard accepts the menu from the waitress * Could I have a cup of coffee to start, please?
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:19 pm
Sure, *She answers flatly and turns to Luke* You too, kid?
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