A quintessential part of Yorknew City. Mary’s Diner has been there since god-knows-when, the food isn’t terrible but it isn’t fantastic either, and the coffee always seems to taste kind of burnt, but something about that diner atmosphere and the kind waitstaff makes everything taste that much better.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2018 6:38 am
Steamed breaths are blown, the body runs ragged leading to the inevitable desire of relaxation. To unwind and unleash an onslaught of good vibrations amongst the environment. Bubbly fizzes emulate from the rim of mugs, they cling, they clang, almost as if a pure melody natural to this establishment he has come to love. Instant gratification is not precisely what defines this exceptional feeling. Tinder warmth flows throughout the place, joy fills the air in the form of laughter. Stirring at the core of beverages, the diner hears it begin. Rooting and chanting, they encourage the young fire locks to down his beverages one shot after the other. Sun-kissed cheeks burned whilst etching their presence about his features. Intoxication had began, no worries for the consequences later. Glass after glass, there he bestows to eyne of excitement during such an uproar. The word rumored had been free liquor for the largest hooch hound.
Lit up in a fit of fury and zeal, eyes fiery and passionate. This aura radiates transparently about his form. Storm conjured from the depths of a madman. Insanity had to be the answer for such self inflicted torment. Unhealthy at its best, but wasted he cared not for. Belches started to erupt one after the other. Loud, obnoxious, trivial, and disastrous. Wrath decorates his sudden facade, entertaining the temptation that surrounds him. Gurgling to reveal weakness gravitating, deeply he inhales to down the vast majority. Yet the inch of circle resides against the glasses floor. Head hanging, oculars spiral in daze and confusion. Stars twinkled within the midst of his eyes, he has seen the universe through a binge of irresponsible indulgence. The world spins, around so elegantly. Senses betray naturally due to minor malfunctions. One step back turns into two, he stumbles to regain balance. Spiraling with one leg raised, he lands into the very stool he parked onto originally.
Gravitating towards vocals he can somewhat make heads or tails out of. Glazed daze of a gaze, eyes stretched out in alert. The numbers nigh never ended once she started listing each beverage served. Sobriety begins to kick in, gut growling with the shock to his system. Gaze averting towards the few remaining glasses, he snatches and he hurls them into his mouth. Gulping hastefully the audience watches on in surprise. Shocked at what events were transpiring before them. Glasses cleaned with his body slumping over, struck against the tab he lays still. One onlooker timidly pushed forth, hesitant before taking his arm to lift and check for pulsing. His heart is too legit to quit, it echoes and strums the beats of victory which ignites a burst of cheer. Barely conscious, the lad had downed over 45 glasses of liquor. Challenge set for a week of free dining there.
While eyes dilate, the mind tries to find itself again. The situation he had stuck himself within was uncanny and unkempt. Tragedy awaiting him so patiently and diligently. Recalling events prior, he remembers settling himself inside of the establishment and witnessing the righteous meal he aimed for that started this. Yet, the price was extremely unexpected. Striking the definition of costing the earth. The waitress arriving only to see eyes glued to the menu's bottom right corner. Sounds of a lion's frightful growling graced her ears to show his gut itself held a mind of its own. He shifts his sights onto her with a look of embarrassment, a weak smile and a low fit of laughter to show he held composure. Naturally he greets the young lady who seems bubbly and chipper. Her advice strikes him in the midst of talking. Turning his head, neck nearly snapping he watched the failures of binge.
Grazing the direction she granted, his gaze shifts towards the bar where it seems trouble lurked. Gradually with each step he takes towards it, all drifts to black. Spiraling within his mind, he realizes that reality is returning to him to control. Snoring ends with the audience crowding to examine his condition. Left asleep for an entire hour he is awoken by a luxurious dish prepared for the gods presented to him. The bowl had everything he had drank for up until this point. Entirely composed of meats, noodles, and the freshest of vegetables. Eyes gained a glint, but then a dark overcast filled his expression. He rushes off towards the bathroom only to relinquish the toxins from his system. Hard work pays off, even when it unnecessarily kicks your arse in the long running end. Having washed his face and gargled some personal wash he heads back out quietly.
" The hell... W-Was I thinking drinking on an empty stomach.. Good thing my body is stronger than most expect. Ugh, but still.. That had to be the most trippy experience yet.''
Settling back on his unofficial throne, the fiery eyed gentleman only looked over his meal once before digging in. With such a virulent appetite his devouring style only mimicked it to the fullest. He would maul the savory contents within, sipping here, biting there. The cooks simply watched in awe at how clean yet aggressively he was attacking their grandest dish. Unfazed by the sheer texture of spices meshed all into it. He gradually makes his way the very bottom, inhaling the soup that rested with remains of noodles and shrimp. Cheeks burned crimson, with an expression that only screamed satisfaction on his face. Hand coursing his abdomen as a means of showing he admitted loved the dish. Even if it weren't the best nor the worst. However, a sudden burst of air releases from his mouth. The room he thought to have had filled is empty once again. Hunger..
" More... ''
Words emerged from his hunger suddenly. They looked quite confused initially, one asking.. What? Bangs shrouded the look on his face until he lifted his head. Locking gazes with the cooking staff, he raises his bowl." Free food for the week was the deal right..? Let's go, chop, chop, I'm starving! " The man must have been some sort of oddity to have downed the dish so fast and yet want more after all the binging. In fact the binging itself was a one way trip to highway robbery for those who could not finish it. Yet as he wished they began to cook right away and support his demands.
Perhaps a late and long overdue response by some response was better then no response. Sensing an ally Fango decided to teleport to him. He really didn't think it mattered.... to either of them.
"Hello friend! Long time no see!"
He would say ecstatically attempting to awake the sleeping pacifist. If not he would say asleep forever, a metaphor for a much deeper aspect of life.
