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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:11 pm
There are a lot of downsides to stripping. Your body aches, people find it funny to snap your g-string when placing their tips, and you have glitter and sweat in unmentionable places. But for Ricky, the worst was how hungry he found himself after each show. It provided a good workout, which meant he was pretty ravenous afterwards. His normal protocol was to shove an entire box of Twinkies in his face after each show, but his supply had run out, and the last time he went to a convenient store this late, it got robbed. So instead he went to a place where everyone was safe, clean, and full of life: The Waffle House. He had managed to wash most of the glitter off himself, at least in most visible areas, and wandered into the late-night restaurant in a tank top, gym shorts, and sandals. Making himself home in an empty booth, he kicked his feet up and looked at the menu to decide whether he wanted plain waffles, blueberry waffles, strawberry waffles, peanut butter waffles, or chocolate chip waffles. It was a hard pick because he knew that he wanted waffles, but what type? This menu was too complicated for him. He pouted, staring at the menu, overwhelmed with the confrontation of decision.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 12:07 am
It wasn't unusual to see the unusual in the wee hours of the night (or would be technically be morning?) while working the graveyard shift at the Waffle House. Mags had seen it all, or at least what she thought was it all. Men, women, teenagers, children - all sorts from all different walks of life, all hungry, all desiring food from one of the only places Destiny City had that was open at all odd-hours.
She'd been in the back, resting her head against the wall as she sat slumped on the stool right inside the kitchen. From within, she could hear the small bell elicit a tiny ding ding as the door opened, signaling a new customer had arrived, no doubt here to vanquish the midnight munchies.
Sighing, she slowly dragged herself off of the stool, sliding her way through the kitchen doors and towards the register. She saw the back of his head as he slipped himself into a nearby booth - wait - was that a trick of the light, or did his head just sparkle?
Grabbing one of the laminated menus from the other side of the counter, she headed over to his table, curiosity growing as she studied him. She didn't see the sparkle anymore - could it just be her tiredness getting to her? No, wait...there it was again!
She plopped the menu on the table and slid it in front of him, her empty hand resting on her hip as she gave him a dutiful smile. "Howdy - know what ya want to drink, sir?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2015 4:46 pm
That accent. The 'howdy.' Was Ricky hearing correctly? This city wasn't exactly bustling with Southerners, mostly just colorfully-haired bisexual teens and young adults, so this voice was a delight for him. He peered up at his waitress with a dopey grin. "Howdy!" he beamed, temporarily too distracted by the discovery to focus on her question. "Say, where ya from? I can't help but notice that accent of one of the good people. I'm from 'bama myself." He felt an itch behind his ear and casually scratched it, only to discover a wad of glitter then stuck onto his fingers. Hoping the waitress wouldn't notice this glimmering sparkling crud that he just pulled from behind his ear, he swiftly then wiped it under the table all as discreetly as he could manage. "And, erm, just a water is fine," he tried to act natural.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 7:41 am
Silent Spy I'm sorry, Ricky, you've got her all excited now. Your water's going to have to wait. She'd spotted the glitter, but only a brief glance of it before it disappeared under the table. Had she not heard that wonderful twang that sent a pang of nostalgia through her, she might have thought he was one of 'em vampire things she'd heard about. Mags was never the readin' type but she'd been told that vampires were supposed to sparkle, nowadays, instead of running around poofin' into dust and whatnot like they did in the old movies. Was it not for the fact that the past few years had been full of magical girls in skirts, monsters and talking cats, she might have thought it was a load of baloney. Couldn't be too sure of anything, nowadays. Well, the only thing she was sure of was that it was a crazy world they lived in, and that was that. "No kiddin'!" Her volume shot up tenfold, startling the sleeping homeless man who'd hidden himself in the corner booth. "Bama boy, yew said? Ah'm just a hop, skip and a jump from there - over in the Delta, myself. Y'know, right by Yazoo." His water, unfortunately, had been long forgotten for the time being as she slid herself in the booth seat across from him. Her eyes, once sleep-heavy and tired, were now perky and wide awake. "What brings ya out this far North? Bama's a ways off from here!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 10:45 pm
"Ermmm," he started. It had been so many years since he moved, he had practically forgot what brought him to the city in the first place. Something about some girl? s**t, he couldn't even remember her name now. "Long story, been 'ere for a few years now. No matter how long I been here, I still ain't fully used to it. The city life is just different, ya know? Though I reckon Destiny City ain't quite like any other city anyways given that..." He paused and cleared his throat, stopping himself short of confessing he was a Knight. "...well, all the stuff goin' on in this city." "What brings you 'round to these parts?" he leaned back, not minding the delay for food if it meant some company with a new face of a familiar background.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2016 11:08 pm
"Ya ain't kiddin', this place can be rough sometimes." One hand moved to scratch the back of her head, curls bouncing around in her sloppy ponytail. It was a wonder how the city still stood, with all the fighting and monsters always runnin' about and causing all sorts of ruckus. Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure why she stuck around, now that she'd quit school. Dan, maybe. But the blue haired girl didn't really NEED her help. Sense of obligation? No other option? Eh, that was a topic she'd fuss about later. "School." Her arms flopped down on the table. "Went to Crystal, but that didn't work out. So Ah guess Ah'm just here until somethin' better comes around." If that ever happened. Staring at the young man, it finally struck her that he hadn't come for chatting. Whoops. Probably a good thing that the manager wasn't out front. She scooted out of the booth, digging in her pockets for her pad and pen. "Sorry, Bama, didn't mean to keep ya waiting. Do ya know what ya want to eat?"
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