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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 2, 2010 18:35:22 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
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The veins in Currans arms stood out as the blood rushed through them, warming the muscles that he required to draw back the string of his bow and hold it taught, the thumb of his right hand resting on his cheekbone – an anchor for the sighting he was taking. Breathing, his fingers tightened around the bows' frame and he shut one pale blue eye. Along the shaft he could see his target, that big taunting red circle – hit this one, and he had a perfect score this time and that meant he could place the target an extra ten feet away next. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth and he exhaled, releasing the string.
As the bow collapsed, swinging down now that the string no longer held it upright, Curran watched the path of the arrow in almost slow motion. Sure enough, it hit home, dead in the centre of the target. Now, he allowed himself the small feeling of gratification, the smile that had been tugging on his lips. Over the intercom, his trainer congratulated him.
“Dave my man! I told you once, i told you before, you should try out for the team! No one else can hit that damn target like you!”
He smirked, and started the short process of folding his bow away into its case and removing the wrist guard from his arm. He placed it securely inside the velvet lining and snapped it shut. “No way Mark. I told you, I do this for fun, not competition” He told him as he shoved the case into his backpack and grabbed his hoodie from the floor, pulling one arm through and then the other.
“Don’t do this to me man! Please, the team could use you! We might win this year!”
“See you next week Mark” Curran laughed, waving at the viewing booth above the range as he head for the exit.
“Fine, be that way. Still going out Wednesday right? Lizzies birthday?”
“As if i’d forget. I’ll see you then” Curran left before he heard the answer, opening the door to the outside world and slinging his pack across his shoulders. It was warm out, and mid evening – he had heard it was going to rain, but now looking at the sky that seemed as likely as Christmas coming early this year. Shrugging the backpack so that it rested comfortably on his shoulders, Curran's stomach rumbled. He rolled his eyes at his tummy’s impatience – he hadn’t even started the jog home yet but it still demanded food. Well, there was a diner round here somewhere – maybe he’d stop in on the way for food.
Flattening the grey beanie on his head, Curran's blue orbs scanned the street before he took off, running at a pace that most would find fast but to him was merely comfortable, towards the diner a mile or so down the road. It was only a mile or so away and he covered the distance quickly, barely breaking a sweat before he was opening the door into the air-conditioned building. Besides, he thought as he slipped into an empty booth – he’d heard the veggie burgers here were good.
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Dec 3, 2010 12:15:51 GMT -5
 It hadn’t been an entirely awful shift. Long, yes, and her feet hurt something fierce because of her dreadful choice of work shoes-- a pair of brown and black cowboy boots that she’d matched (or rather not matched) with the girly white lacy dress she’d found at the thrift store a few days back. But hey, she was young and those comfy white shoes the other waitresses had suggested were just…ewww. It all looked rather awkward with the red and white checkered apron that was layered over the top of it, but honestly…who was she tryin’ to impress? Certainly not the old geezers that were busy slurping their pea soup while their fake teeth rested on a napkin beside them and CERTAINLY not the arrogant big-bellied truckers that always stopped in and never failed to throw disgusting innuendos at her when she served them burgers and large onion rings. Anyways, Elle had realized a while back that in a world full of perfect, pretty, fashion-conscience girls that had a lot more class and a lot better manners than her, she wasn’t really all that impressive. Her long curly hair was unruly most days, she usually smelled like fried food, and more often than not there was a coffee or food stain somewhere on her attire. Yep. Not all that impressive. Balancing a round tray with several plates on it, the blonde waitress whirled around at the tell-tale chime of the bell above the door that signified a new customer coming in. Elle’s large blue eyes widened briefly at the adorable boy, but she regained her nonchalant poise and rushed over to the booth he’d slid into, offering him an airy smile. “I’ll be right back to take your order, but in the mean time can I get you somethin’ to drink?” Elle asked, and dipped to the side a little as the tray started to tip. Thankfully her reflexes were that of a mastered waitress and she caught the platter before any food slide off, nodding in acknowledgement at the young man’s drink request. Hurrying off to set the plates down before her other customers, Elle then went behind the counter to fill a clear plastic cup with ice and liquid before taking a deep breath and moving back to the booth with the male youth. “There ya’ go.” She said and reached for the laminated menu that had been tucked behind the mustard and ketchup. “You got any idea whatcha’ want to eat?” the waitress asked absently while digging into the large pockets of her apron. Where the hell had her pen gone?Of course she wouldn’t remember that she’d shoved it behind her ear after taking the last customer’s order. She always did put it there put never remembered until she’d go to pull her messy hair up into a bun. Yeah, you could call her a scatter-brain. She was just Elle.  |
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 3, 2010 13:05:32 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Possibly the first thing that hit Curran when he opened the door to the diner, was the smell. The greasy food, the sweaty patrons and the heavy perfume on some of the waitresses hit him like a ton of breaks. Sometimes, this whole sensitive nose thing could be a real pain in the ass. Shrugging it off, he had barely been in the cheap, plasticky seat a minute before a waitress was there to take his order, balancing a tray precariously on her hip. His fingers twitched as he reached to grab it when it started to fall, but the girl before him was a pro it seemed (despite her young age ; she only looked about the same age as Curran) because she had it sorted before his hand had moved it a centimetre from the table. Still, he turned the gesture into one that meant pulling of his hat and revealing his choclately brown mess of hair. He’d brushed it when he got up this morning, but he’d been to the gym, the range and ran here since then, so he figured he could be forgiven if the locks were a little hap hazard right then. Still, so sorted it as best he could with his fingers and grinned at his pretty waitress whose hair seemed as unruly as his own; though on her it suited her, and ordered his drink. A good old fashioned cream soda – he wasn’t one for coke or fanta or any of that other main stream crap.
As was, Curran had barely had time to settle his bag beneath his feet before she was back, and he found himself smiling again. Not that this in itself was unusual, Curran was a pretty friendly guy, but he was grinning like a fool – a gesture he soon corrected by toning it down a little. Curran was not one to be flustered by pretty girls even if, as he glanced the way his waitress had walked, they were bordering on gorgeous and beautiful. Hell, he was renowned around here for his wit and flirtatious ways, ask any number of the girls on the track team whom he often saw when he was running, or those on the archery team, or at the gym, or the library.... the list goes on.
She seemed to be looking for something, and Curran soon realised what it was. Reaching up, he deftly pulled the pen away from her ear and grinned, holding it out to her with a cheeky smile. ”This what you’re looking for?” He asked, knowing fine well it was. Currans eyes sparkled mischievously with what he had done, even as she took the pen from him, and he quickly let his hand fall to his glass, fingers wrapping around the cool drink. He took a sip before setting it back on the table top and ordering again.
”Well you know, i heard your veggie burger was pretty good, So i’ll take one of those...” He paused for a moment. He didn’t fancy the chips, the grease gave him a headache so that ruled out the onion rings as well unless they were done in the oven. He glanced at the table beside his own, and grimaced. Nope, those where definitely ruled out too. ”..Annnd, a side of whatever’s not cooked in a vat of oil.”
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Dec 6, 2010 11:55:08 GMT -5
Elle was busy rummaging through all the extra order pads and wadded up gum wrappers that were crammed into her apron when the boy reached for her head. She startled lightly until the hand came away with the pencil that had been tucked behind her ear, and then she took it from him with an absent smile. “Oh!” The blonde waitress said quietly, blushing a little at her own air-headedness and then offering him a playful grin. “Can you pull a quarter from behind my ear too, wise guy?” Of course this was said with the utmost lightheartedness, as Elle was thoroughly amused by the impish twinkle in Curran’s eyes. Most customers, though cordial, were too busy treating her like a peon to realize, like them, she was just a normal girl with a job. It was nice when she could just be herself with one of them. Even -if- herself was slightly forgetful and just a little bit careless at times. The side-ways grin remained on Elle’s face when the young man ordered, and she shrugged at the mention of the veggie burgers reputation. They were frozen, like a lot of their food since the diner’s owner didn’t have a real chef in the kitchen, but she couldn’t blame him one bit about not wanting a fried side. Unfortunately most of their sides had a dollop of lard in them; even the veggies, because the not-really-a-chef thought it made them taste better. “Hrmm…you don’t want a fried side.” The blonde tapped her nose with her pencil absentmindedly, and then chewed on the end a little deep in thought, until her face lit up like an actual light bulb had appeared above her head. “I think I’ve got just the thing.”And with that she tucked her order pad into her apron and left him, disappearing into the kitchen to make sure the order was taken care of right. The ‘chef’ was a big-bellied long bearded bear of a man, who wasn’t all that bad, but he tended to smoke in the kitchens and sometimes she caught of a bit of ash on her customers plate. He liked Elle though, and didn’t mind one bit when she personally got Curran’s plate ready and then poured over which pie to choose from for his side dish. There was only one piece of chocolate with Butterfinger crumbled topping, which sealed the deal, so she loaded her tray with his plate and the pie tin and hurried back out calling over her shoulder... “I’m takin’ my break now!” At Curran’s booth she slid the veggie burger with all the fixin’s in front of him, put the silver pie plate next to that, and then went around to slip into the seat opposite. “Do you mind? It was time for my break anyway annnnd…” Elle’s blue eyes sparkled puckishly when she pulled an extra fork out of her apron. “I made that pie this morning. It’s a new recipe for me and I haven’t gotten to try it yet…”“You gonna’ eat all that?” She pointed the fork at the slice, a charming grin stretched over her visage. |
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 6, 2010 12:45:16 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Intrigued by her lack of answer, Curran settled back into his seat and waited deciding to people watch, though he soon realised that at this time there where only three types of people in the diner – The old men who stunk of pee and pea soup, the families/teenagers who had not long since finished high school and were here for milkshakes or coke of whatever stuff they drank now a days (at this point Curran took a sip of his own drink, savouring the vanilla taste. He had been introduced to it as a kid, and now refused to eat anywhere that didn’t serve it. Unluckily for his family that had meant nearly everywhere until he had simply started taking his own) and of course, the pot bellied lorry drivers who reeked of sweat and smoke to the point where if he focused on it too long, his stomach started to churn.
He got bored of this quite quickly however, thank his ADHD for that one, and pondered his options whilst he waited for the return of the pretty waitress (whose name, according to her name tag, was Elle). As far as he could see, Curran had two options. He could leg it into the bathroom and change, as he was pretty sure after his afternoon in the gym and archery range, he was going to be stinking which, whilst he hadn’t been too bothered as he was simply going to get his burger to go but now that his plans had changed didn’t seem so appetising anymore, or he could clean and restring his bow whilst he waited and truly utilise his time. But then, that would mean pulling out a weapon in public, which wasn’t always appreciated....
So Curran chose the second option, grabbing his bag and disappearing into the men’s bathroom for a moment he changed quickly. There was little he could do about the salty sweat that clung to his skin, but he could at least change his shirt and hoodie – he pulled the offending items of clothing over his head and shoved them into the bag, at the same time pulling out the cleaner clothes he had gone to the gym into that morning. Slightly crumpled, they were better than nothing, though before he pulled these on he gave himself a nice dose of his deodorant. Unlike most guys, Curran did not use deodorant of the scented variety – the smell was over powering and made him sneeze. Instead he used one that simply eliminated the smell of his sweat and left him feeling slightly more human (for a werewolf), and smelling less offensive than before he had entered the building, and rather more clean.
Pulling the old, faded red shirt over his head, Curran slipped the chequered counterpart over his arms and slipped from the toilets once more. He was just putting his bag back on the floor, tucked safely next to his leg so he knew where it was all the time (Currans Bow was one of his most prized possessions, mostly for its intended use that for any monetary value, and be sure anyone who tried to nab of with the equipment would soon find themselves up close and personal to his slighter hairier side) when the plate of food was placed in front of him. He straightened and grinned, the smile growing as she slipped into the seat opposite him. Well, wasn’t this a nice turn of events?
”Why would I mind?” he asked, smirking as he picked up the burger and took a bite. It wasn’t great, but it was ok – he should stop listening to the veggie-hippie teenage girls that came into the shop and dropped hints about the diner, and how good the burgers where when he was serving them. But it was true however, that he didn’t mind – he’d been half planning to find out when her shift ended anyway.
”Oh well, if you made it, I wouldn’t deny you the taste” he grinned, eating his burger slowly. Curran was generally a slow eater, mostly because he tended to talk a lot when he was eating than actually because of slow jaw movements. He put the burger down and slid it to one side – there was nothing per say wrong with it, for a burger of the frozen variety, but he proffered the look of the pie better. Instead, he stabbed the edge of the pie with his fork, and waved the newly required piece of pie in front her lips, the mischievous spark back in the boys blue eyes.
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Dec 7, 2010 14:55:17 GMT -5
Elle was thankful the boy didn’t mind her forwardness. Sometimes she -did- have a way with making people a little bit uncomfortable with informality, but with a grin like the one he was wearing, it was hard not to let his infectious openness direct her. In response to his slow, easy grin and kind blue eyes, the waitress let a smile spread across her own visage; sheepishly tucking an unruly ringlet behind her ear. “I dunno’…because I don’t know you from Adam’s housecat and you might have wanted to eat in peace and quiet?” She answered the inquiry that was probably rhetorical, sneaking a finger into a smear of fluffy whipped cream that was calling to her from the edge of the pie tin. Index finger in her mouth to inhale the cream, Elle’s sapphire eyes trailed the veggie burger from its home on the plate up to his mouth; her shoulders visibly sagging a little when he chewed it nice and slow. Dang it. He wasn’t one of those sort of guys that inhaled his food without bothering to taste it. The waitress hoped he wouldn’t assume that -she- was to blame for the cardboard flavor, because honestly, how good could a frozen patty made from soybean and limp vegetables taste anyway? But he didn’t seem too put off by the taste. In fact, when he forked a corner of the pie and then waved it in front of Elle’s face as if to feed her, he was wearing an even more mischievous smile than before. Elle tilted her head to the side and gave him a good-natured sneer. “And now you want to feed the stranger. How do you know I don’t have cooties?” She teased, but shook her head, leaning forward to wrap her pink lips around the fork tines. When she pulled away with the bite of pastry, a low moan reverberated from her throat. The pie was utter ecstasy, and Elle didn’t just think so because SHE was the cook. “Oh…that is heaven.” She said around the mouthful, stabbing the pie with her own fork and holding it out to him. “You gotta try this…” And now she was trying to feed him; a stranger. Where had her mind gone?! She lowered the fork a little, screwing her face up in embarrassment. “Where are my manners?” Still holding the fork in one hand, she tugged on her name tag with the other. “I’m Elle, by the way.” She let the hand lift to tuck that wild curl again, her cheeks softening from the bright cherry hue to a light pink. “Like the letter…sometimes people read the name tag and think I’m an Ellie…or an Ell-a…but it’s just Elle.”Oh my. Was she prattling on like a loon? God, Lord she was! Elle cleared her throat and absently reached to straight the napkin holder. “I’ve never seen -you- around here before…” |
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 7, 2010 16:00:00 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
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No, Curran did not blame her for cardboard like taste of the veggie burger – and besides, everything hung on the pie that was in front of him. If that was good, then all could be forgiven as far as the burger went. Some people had a sweet tooth, where Curran had a sweet mouth. He’d decided it was his brains twisted way of making up for the lack of meat in his diet (being part wolf, this was considered somewhat strange by most of his pack) and now he just kinda went with the flow, and made sure he ran most places when he could, so he didn’t feel too bad about the doughnut afterwards.
Curran grinned, taking the fork back and laying it on the side of the plate whilst he own piece was waved in front of his face. ”I’ve had my shots” he teased, recalling, vaguely, a time when girls had been repulsive, and having to sit next to one on the rides at the beach or the theme parks had been the end of the world. Luckily, when he was younger, being home schooled and all, meant that he had had a lot of spare time to play with his friends, he had graduated early – and most importantly, had not been enforced into the humility of assigned seating.
She seemed to entertain the idea of teasing him with the own portion of pie for a moment, though Curran sat back and let his eyes flicker to the name tag. He had picked up on her name being Elle, though as she suggested, he had presumed it to be short for something like Elaine rather than Elle. Well, he much preferred Elle at any ate –it suited the young waitress’s girlish looks and the innocent laughter in her eyes when she smiled – Elaine he pictured, was a name for a gnarled old woman with too many cats. Curran hated Cats.
Again, he was smiling as he offered his own name in trade for the pie on her fork, leaning forward and letting lips slide across the stainless steel before sitting back. He over-exaggerated the taste of the pie on purpose, hoping to make the girl laugh or something as he moaned and looked towards the sky (and gained a few side looks from the patrons sat at the bar of the diner in the process, though Curran did not particularly care. There was no fun in being serious all the time). ”Curran” He grinned, ”And your right, the pie is amazing. Orgasmic.” He smirked, and winked at her, picking up his own fork and picking off another piece.
”I could say the same about you, you know” He told her – the twang to his accent was local for the area, where hers was not, though she could be forgiven for thinking he was from somewhere else. He had been born in Rome, and his Italian accent could still be thick and strong when he was with his family, but when with friends the old Texan accent and slang tended to lie above it. Not as harsh as the locals, but not as romantically fantasized over as his own. ”I was at the range, down the road” he told her, offering her the pie on his fork, ”And remembered someone telling me that the burgers here were good. But I have to say – I’m staying for the pie.”
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Dec 9, 2010 13:02:19 GMT -5
Elle smirked at his comment about having cootie shots already, raising one blonde brow over smiling cobalt eyes. Okay, so this guy had a sense of humor -and- he was adorable. The waitress was starting to thing the ‘not-a-bad-shift’ might turn out to be an excellent one, considering perhaps she was not only making a return customer, but a new friend as well. Friends were something she didn’t have many of, so each and every one of them were special to her. The impish blonde was probably one of the most affable youths you’d ever meet, but since leaving home, she hadn’t stayed in one place long enough to get to know that many people. That and she was really wasn’t all that interested in getting to close to anyone. It always hurt more when you left if you were too close, and Elle needed to move around as much as she needed the air she breathed. Staying in one place too long just didn’t feel right. None of them were home. Hell… home didn’t even feel like home, really. His overly theatrical reaction to the pie made Elle giggle like a school girl, and she put her hand over her mouth and glanced around at all the people that had taken note of the dramatics. She even caught skeptical eye of the monster aka, the boss, but she didn’t really give a rat’s ass. Curran was silly and the wispy waitress didn’t think there was anything wrong with silly. Matter-of-fact, she adored silly. “I wouldn’t say orgasmic.” Elle corrected him with a little blush and shake of her head, tugging absently on her dress. “Maybe foreplay, but not the big finale…” She teased her bottom lip with her teeth and felt her cheeks go warm, looking down into her lap sheepishly. She was quite amazed at how easy it was to joke about such things with him, even if she was a bit embarrassed after. By the time she glanced back up the blush was -hopefully- gone from her face, though she imagined the tips of her ears were still cherry red. That was the bad thing about having such pale skin. People always knew when you were self-conscious, and even the level of that awkwardness by the hue. Pale pink for only just barely embarrassed, to tomato soup for those times when she wanted to bury her head in the ground and become invisible. Elle had never really been very good at hiding her feelings. The waitress recognized Curran’s twang as southern, probably from around here, but she distinctly heard a little inflection of something else beneath it; hidden beneath the slow easy drawl. Maybe he’d traveled over seas and picked it up whilst there, or maybe he had had family from someplace else. Either way she thought it was endearing, and it brought a smile to her pretty face. “I haven’t really been here that long, honestly. A few weeks maybe. I’m from Mississippi originally, but I’ve become quite a rambler in the past year or so.”She shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t press as to the reason why…just yet. Elle was uncomfortable telling people her family had been murdered and staying in one place too long scared the crap out of her. It wasn’t conceivable that the murderer would have followed her, but she had these nightmares sometimes… “Well, hopefully you’ll come back for it.” Elle told him candidly, nervously tucking that unruly strand behind her ear again. “I make a new kind every week. Next week’s might be even better than today’s.” She worried on her bottom lip again and glanced away diffidently. Good lord, was she blushing again? Unfortunately the light feeling was stolen away when her gaze landed on the ugly face of her boss, who was busy tapping his foot and scowling at her. He tapped his watch impatiently, signifying that her break had been long enough. Elle groaned and returned her attention to Curran, looking none too pleased. “Listen, I’ve got to get back to work.”Elle scooted out of the booth and straightened her apron, glancing back over her shoulder at the boss before turning back to him with a sheepish grin. “Just let me know if you need anything else…”Maybe he’d leave his phone number with the tip…or maybe he’d ask her when she got off. The wispy blonde laughed quietly at her hopeless thoughts and vaguely shook her head. Okay Elle…just walk away. You look like an idiot just standing here. “Anyway…” |
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Post by Curran Aiden Pettelli on Dec 9, 2010 16:02:36 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
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Well, this girl had spirit, and not just pretty face – in Currans eyes the waitress shone and cemented in his mind an idea. Often, girls were witty, funny, or pretty. He didn’t often find one that was both, come across one that could match him, or indeed, who didn’t somehow find him vulgar. Elle was growing on him more so with each second that passed – and she made pie too? The young man could almost be in love. He grinned at a comment, even laughed a little. “Okay, I give. Like foreplay” he reiterated, breaking off a piece of the crust and popping it into his mouth, Curran chewed softly, his eyes never leaving her, even when she looked away and blushed, when she giggled like a little girl. It just made him grin – she was cute, and so far from the girls whom he normally chased, from the girls around here who might bend over to pick something up, or accidentally choose to jog his same route at the same time as he did.
With her words, Curran found himself linking her own accent with the location – now that made sense. It explained why he hadn’t seen her hanging around at all, or when he jogged past the diner, because believe me, he would have noticed before. The town was small for Texas, just the way his family and his pack liked it. Though, he had to wonder why of all places she might choose to come to a small town, but he wouldn’t pry. His family had chosen it for their own, secret, reasons, and who was to know, maybe she had hers? He wasn’t about to go prying into her business when he knew fine well, he wouldn’t like it if she tried the other way round. He had stories of course, back up plans and tales to tell for his absences during the full moons or pack nights, he’d fobbed of girlfriends from meeting his family with lies and sworn them off family gatherings – he had secrets, and he knew what it was like to keep them. He wouldn’t ask her for hers.
“Well, i might just have to come back and try this pie.” he told her with a grin, swallowing the pie in his mouth. He was a fan of pie, after all. “I mean, imma have to make sure that this one piece wasn’t a fluke, and ” his grin turned sly as Curran winked “make sure you are making them, and didn’t just claim the rights to this one.” he was teasing her of course, and as much could be seen in his smile – Curran was not one of these people who hid his feelings, for they were displayed quite easily on across his features for the world to see. He had always been this way and he doubted whether he would ever change. Unfortunately this, thrown in with his ADHD, often times he could be at the extremes of emotions – completely silly, entirely serious... and though it did not happen easily, when Curran got angry, it was not a good idea to be on the receiving end – things could get a little... hairy.
Then, as quickly as the blonde waitress had skipped into his life, she was leaving to return to work. Curran leaned around her to see who had gotten her all flustered, and winced at the hairy guy stook by the counter tapping his foot. He sat forward again and pulled a face. “You work for that? Man, I don’t envy you right now.” As she stood, Curran pulled out his wallet from his bag and paid his bill, mostly so she would stay the few moment longer it took to collect it from him. He over paid by god knows how much, but he waved it off, telling her to keep it as a tip, or payment for the plate because he was taking the rest of the pie and the fork home with him.
“When do you get off?” he asked her, grabbing his bag from under the table and folding his wallet back away into his pocket. “’cause you know, if your new around here, you’re gonna want a guide, and those others guy are useless.”
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Post by Elle Nora Taylor on Dec 10, 2010 11:33:33 GMT -5
Elle felt as thought she was lingering a little bit too long at the table side, tugging absently on her apron and trying to appear busy and NOT actually waiting for something like a phone number or a request for hers. It was awfully out of character for her to be so wonderstruck; especially by a boy, no matter how cute or funny, but there was something about this particular fellow that intrigued the young blonde waitress. Maybe it was all that silliness, and an inward need to just let loose and be juvenile too, or maybe it was the fact that even though she’d like to think she didn’t need anybody but herself, the girl needed someone to talk to. To complain about her boss to. Maybe even have a little innocent fun. Her azure eyes widened briefly when he stood and laid some money on the table, and for a moment Elle regret not having asked if he was really serious about coming back to the diner because she was, but then the wispy blonde noticed the wad of money was way too much for the measly meal he’d been served, but of course he dismissed it with some clever remark that she couldn’t argue with. Darn him. Imagine the surprise that ghosted across her sweet face when Curran asked what time her shift was over as he grabbed his belongings from underneath the table. And here she was trying not to get bothered that she’d probably never see him again. Elle realized her mouth had gone slightly slack and her eyes wide and round, and she quickly snapped her trap shut and let a grin turn up the corners of her rosy lips, absently rubbing her thin arm and trying to come up with some witty counter remark. “I get off in about two hours.” She answered, and her eyes glittered like sapphires, so full of playfulness they were. “So if you aren’t afraid of those other guys beating you to a pulp simply because you’ve just called them useless and taken their tour guide position, I’ll meet you in front of the diner at nine-thirty.” Of course there were no other guys, and even if there were she wasn’t the kind of girl to try and start a fight by playing tattle-tell on Curran, but she’d read in a magazine or somewhere that boys liked a girl to play hard to get, and liked it even better when they were winning an imaginary duel to get said girl. Elle left Curran just like that, sweeping up the money from the table and prancing off with a playful look over her shoulder at him. She hoped he really would be there after her shift, and wasn’t just being a tease the way young boys could be… The rest of her shift seemed to drag by, of course, because she was giddy about her ‘date’ afterwards. Not that it was a date…mind you. Elle had to repeat this to herself several times because a.) He hadn’t really called it such and b.) It was much safer to think of it as a girl and a boy seeing the town since she didn’t really know him that well. By the time work was over Elle hurriedly pulled a brush through her hair in the restroom and wiped at her front teeth with her index finger so they appeared shiny. Too bad she hadn’t told him a fib about when she got off because there was no time to rush home and change before, and she was certain she smelled like the diner. The effervescent blonde tugged off her apron and shoved it into her locker and then pulled a cute brown pea coat over her white dress before clocking out. There was a goofy smile plastered across her face when she finally went out into the crisp night air and saw Curran standing there, hands in his pockets as he waited. Elle gave him an impish grin as she walked right past him, looking back over her shoulder as if it been -her- waiting on him all this time. “You coming or what?” The waitress teased, and cocked her head in invitation, chuckling slightly to herself. |
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