Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 23, 2006 20:57:40 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; The Parking Garage with Nick.
By the time they got to their breakfast destination, Nick’s stomach wasn’t the only one growling hungrily. Lynnette had sheepishly apologised for her own more than a few times, but shrugged it off with a laugh after the forth or fifth instance. When they arrived, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and slipped out of the car, looking to Nick as she asked, “Want me to toss the cup, or do you keep ‘em?”
She didn’t want to toss it in the trash if he intended to wash and reuse them. Lynnette didn’t do it personally, but they did come in handy, as their use of them that morning had proven.
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Nick
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Post by Nick on Aug 23, 2006 23:31:07 GMT
"Toss it," Nick replied as he got out of the car, his own cup in his hand. "I've got more of these things than I know what to do with and I know where to buy more if I need them." He held up the cup with a grin. "These probably outnumber my actual coffee cups ten to one in the cabinets and there're still more in the pantry. I don't know why I keep picking these things up."
As they stepped away from the car, he pressed the button to lock the doors and set the alarm, pocketing the keys as they headed for the front door. He drained the last of his coffee before tossing the cup into the trash bin, pulling open the door to allow Lynnette entrance first.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 25, 2006 17:01:38 GMT
Giving a nod, Lynnette followed his advice, and tossed the practically empty cup and its lid into the trash. “I’m sure you keep picking them up because they’re handy… and you get them free with takeout coffee?” She smiled, shrugging her shoulders. It was as good a reason as any, in her book.
“Thanks,” she said automatically as Nick allowed her entrance, holding the door open for her. She stepped inside, assaulted immediately by the powerful smells of cooking food, brewing coffee, and other various kitchen scents that just made her stomach roar hungrily. She blushed for a moment before she realised it was loud enough with all the conversation to cover; no one had heard it.
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Post by Nick on Aug 25, 2006 17:55:02 GMT
Nick gave a grin and a shrug in response to Lynnette's thoughts on the cups. She had gotten it exactly right; that was why he had so many of them.
"No problem." He followed her in and gave a very soft chuckle at the volume at which her stomach rumbled. "Seems like we're both starving. Booth or table?" Lorraine's was a seat yourself sort of place.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 28, 2006 22:26:54 GMT
She gave him a sheepish grin, with a shrug of her lean shoulders. “What can I say? I have a killer appetite.” She smirked, knowing he might understand the rather silly joke, before she contemplated his inquiry. “Hmm… booth. More padded, ergo, more comfortable.”
And that was that. Having made their decision, they headed for an unoccupied booth along the back wall, and settled into it, soon browsing through menus as a waitress went to fetch them coffees. “Okay, I want one of everything,” she muttered with a smile before thinking aloud, and more seriously, “but, I’d probably have a heart attack or something. Still… way too much tasty choice here.”
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Post by Nick on Sept 11, 2006 15:31:41 GMT
Nick gave a chuckle, playing with his menu rather than looking at it. "They've got a variety, that's for sure. You could probably have breakfast here everyday for a month and never have the same thing twice. Well, except maybe the coffee." He gave a shrug and a grin. "Can't go without coffee."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2007 20:23:47 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Isabel's Apartment
The little diner was blissfully empty when Ian sauntered in, hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his jeans. He found himself an empty booth and flopped down, taking barely a minute to skim the menu; it was more of a habit really. He already knew what he wanted.
"What can I get you, sir?"
He looked up at the sound of a bright, feminine voice. Brown eyes, blonde hair, fair skin and -- Ian silently thanked Daisy Duke -- legs for days. Hmmm...
The wolf's smile was nothing short of dashing. "Four eggs, over-easy, a short stack of pancakes, bacon, sausage, and OJ," he rattled off. "Oh, and a cup-a coffee. Please."
The pretty little waitress went a bit pink in the face and muttered something about, 'right away.' Skid, after taking a glance at her name tag, said, "Thank you, Lizzie," and winked. That pale skin of hers went from pink to red, and Ian decided he would need to make this his regular breakfast nook.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Mar 13, 2007 23:05:09 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Building C; Teresa's Apartment
The quaint little bell rang quietly overhead but Teresa winced against the noise, her headache protesting as she stepped out of the morning sunlight and into the air conditioned diner. She shoved her shades up into her hair and spotted Lizzie behind the counter already working the morning shift which seemed actually quite tame today since there was currently only one man in there. That was a good thing, Tess thought, giving a wave that was more to stop her workmate from asking why she was late than a hello but still a little of both.
"I know, I know," she followed the motion, pulling the hinged section of counter up and then slinking behind it to join the blonde, "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Lorraine's been... you look like death warmed up hun, you want a coffee while you get your apron on?"
Tess groaned as she dumped her satchel on the counter -she had to have some sort of bag if she was going to be lugging a wooden and a silver stake around with her all day. She slipped her jacket off and scooped her aviators out of her slightly messy hair. "Stop making me like you, already." She said grumpily.
Lizzie flashed one of those smiles at Teresa and her warm eyes lit up a little, she was always bight and sunny in the morning and seemed to have made it her mission to befriend the more cantankerous waitress. For the whole time Teresa had worked at Lorraine's she had been as taciturn and grouchy as Lizzie was pretty, which was very. Every morning Tess tried to talk as little a possible for fear she'd feel the urge to put a customer's nose out of joint. She couldn't help it, a lot of them were lecherous bastards and whereas in the past she had simply looked out for herself in the instances where customer had gotten a little too friendly, Lizzie usually got more attention and Lizze was the one that she had taken to watching out for. Despite her head telling her that getting attached wasn't a great idea.
The blonde was too damned sweet for her own good.
Teresa gave a thankful sigh as a cup of coffee was placed in her hands and she was ushered into the back to get her apron and name tag on, dragging her satchel with her.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Mar 15, 2007 0:09:21 GMT
After stowing her satchel and jacket away, leaving her wearing the pop-art figure of Freddy Mercury on her front under the name of the famous rock bad, Tess all but drained the mug of coffee. She didn't care that it burned her tongue slightly it was liquid stimulant and she needed waking up a little more. She set the dregs aside and tied the apron around her hips, the name tag was one of those two piece kinds with a magnetic strip that went on the inside of the shirt and the plastic block that said "TERESA" in big letters on the outside. Obviously.
She adjusted it so it was level and then, grabbing her pad of paper and pen and shoving them into the pouch on the front of the apron she made her way back out front, the empty mug Lizzie had given her in one hand.
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Post by Teresa on Mar 18, 2007 17:38:04 GMT
Filling her time with doing a quick wipe down of the counter, Teresa had only glanced up when a new customer came in. She'd have gone back to the mindless task if he hadn't ordered the elderly couple who had been sitting by the window to 'move'. In truth she hadn't even seen the couple at first they had been so quiet; once she'd come back out she'd smiled in their direction. They were a sweet old pair on first impression and they'd talked in low voices, apparently not wanting to disturb the morning quiet. Quiet customers usually meant happy customers and Tess did not like happy customers being turfed out of the diner, it wasn't good for business. Therefore it was with a dour expression, not that far from default though it was, that she approached the booth.
He had managed in the first few seconds of being on the premises to prove that her life theory on men was true; they were scum. All of them, in some way, shape or form were bastards and this guy was a prime example, kicking out a retired couple when there were plenty of other booths by the windows for him to take. She refrained from saying what she was thinking though; somehow she still possessed a modicum of control.
"What can I get you?" came the terse question.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Mar 25, 2007 22:27:33 GMT
Though an American, Teresa recognised the accent as Irish automatically, she'd had an 'uncle' from Ireland and his accent had been thick enough to obscure his words from time to time. That, however, was not where her thoughts lay. High alert triggered in the hunter's brain as the man took his jacket off and dark brown eyes immediately registered what he was wearing beneath it. Gun holster; twin semi automatic handguns. He wasn't a cop, Teresa could spot a cop a mile away; she'd always had to be alert to their presence back in Denver, vigilantism was generally frowned upon and in the eyes of the law that was what a hunter was really.
"This look like the type of place that keeps 'tabs'?" Tess asked, the corners of her mouth curving downwards slightly as she indicated the Formica table top he was sitting over and the chip on the edge of the ceramic plate he'd snagged the unfinished sandwich from; the emphasis was on the fact that it was ceramic rather than the actual chip, no china plates at Lorraine's.
The grimace receded slightly and she tilted her head to the side subtly as she wrote his order down and then drew a hard line underneath it, "How do I know you won't skip out?"
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Mar 30, 2007 23:02:26 GMT
Teresa looked up at the guy he was talking about and gave a one shouldered shrug and she raked dark eyes back to the blonde man in the booth, apparently unaffected by his slightly offended tone of voice and equally unimpressed by his smirk. She didn't care if she ruffled his feathers a bit, of course Lorraine probably would, but the brunette could live with that, "I don't." She said, deadpanned. He was right, she conceded but she still wasn't happy about the whole tab idea and anyway the elderly couple had probably already paid.
"You wanna finish that?" she gestured to the plates; expressionless as she motioned that if he was then she would take them away and get started on his order.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Apr 22, 2007 22:51:42 GMT
Using shorthand, Teresa scribbled down the order and drew a line underneath it, her expression bordering on grim at the tone of voice he used with her. If he hadn't been a customer...She told herself she didn't do crap like that anymore, she was repenting or whatever for the stuff she'd done in the past, she didn't beat up random guys who were too cocky for their own damned good.
"That was Bob by the way," she remarked with a gesture towards the door with her head and the exit the man who had 'walked out without paying', though her dark eyes remained downcast as she slotted the little note pad into her apron front, "Sweet guy; pays for his food before we even deliver it to his table." She looked up, scooping up the plates from the table and giving a smile that was just a little too sweet to be natural, especially given her mood that particular morning, accompanied by a wink.
"Guess you can't judge a book by its cover, huh?" she 'beamed', turning away from the table where her expression immediately shifted and she mouthed a choice expletive to herself, moving towards the kitchen.
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Post by Teresa on May 6, 2007 20:50:48 GMT
Jackass.
He could think what he wanted; about her, about Bob. The guy was an electrician working a big contract downtown. The diner was halfway between the site and his home and he had come in and had the same thing for breakfast every morning for two months, ordered the 'Full English' and paid for his food before it was even cooked. When it came to relationships she didn't do them, never had done, scratching the itch was as far as she went with a guy, there were no breakfast conversations about life, love and the universe. There was 'thanks for the memories, see you later'. She liked it that way. It was manageable that way.
It was what she deserved after the things she'd done.
"One coffee," Teresa said to the other man that occupied the diner, the one her co-worker had served. She placed a white china mug down with one hand and poured the dark liquid into it with her other hand. She looked up with dark eyes and half smiled, "Lizzie'll bring your plates along in a minute. Milk and sugar?"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2007 17:45:19 GMT
Back at his end of the diner, Ian had been blissfully spaced out, or at least, that was how it seemed. The centuries-old wolf always made a point of still keeping his wits around him; always a good deal, considered the things he'd done and the people he'd fucked over. Sure, he doubted anyone would try something stupid in the middle of the morning, but one could never be too careful.
"Sir?"
Lizzie returned with his breakfast in had; Ian heard his stomach growl. "Excellent," he rumbled, watching her set out the plates of food, OJ, and coffee. He then turned his eyes to the blonde girl with a smile that was all charm. "Thank you so much, sweetheart."
She giggled -- which Ian found entirely too adorable -- giving a little nod of her blonde head before she moved on to the next booth of patrons. With keen eyes, the werewolf watched as she leaned against the booth, enjoying the fact that those shorts of hers were really almost too short. Eventually, hunger won out over his desire to admire Lizzie's backside, so the wolf tucked into the meal in front of him with a cheerful gusto.
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