Teresa
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Post by Teresa on May 19, 2007 0:27:05 GMT
Teresa nodded briefly, looking up as she heard Lizzie giggle over on the other side of the diner. She rolled her eyes petulantly; people who were so perky in the morning needed to either layoff the uppers before breakfast or take a few more and put everyone out of the misery of their company. Really though, it was her own misery that made her such piss poor company and Tess knew that, she kind of envied Lizzie for her light-hearted, sunny disposition. Not enough to do anything about it mind.
After pouring the coffee and acknowledging that he wanted it black she turned and returned to the counter, scooping up a rag that had been left there and slipping back behind the division. She grabbed a slice of toast in the lull and munched on it, a bit of colour returning to he cheeks after the rough morning she'd had.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2007 22:02:22 GMT
Ian had been tucking away healthy mouthfuls of his breakfast when his phone went off. He was a bit reluctant to pause in his shoveling in of food, but it could be important; a prospective job. Didn't mean he wasn't a bit grumbly when he answered the damned cell.
"Davies. Oh, hey Doc. Yeah...wait, what? She did what?!"
People tended to stare when one shouted in the middle of a diner, so Ian gave an apologetic smile and lowered his voice. "Is Fee okay? All right...oh, she wants food, too, huh? All right, I'll be there in a flash." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Doc."
Typical. Leave Fiona to her own devices for the night and she lands herself in the hospital. The dark-haired wolf still managed to be pleasant as he paid for his meal -- and retrieved Lizzie's phone number -- making sure to leave a generous tip on the table. He would have to call Bo later, as well, which would be all kinds of fun...
Continued at: St. Benedict's; Trama Rooms
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Jun 9, 2007 19:55:46 GMT
Teresa was used to dealing with all sorts of shit, and wouldn't have expected compensation for it had she known what Carter was thinking. Nor did she care for tips, they were nice and all but in the end of the day she couldn't care less about that sort of social convention. It was like saying, 'here you go, buy yourself something pretty', a patronising custom no doubt thought up by a man.
With a typically petulant expression - no doubt the reason that a lot of people didn't tend to tip her the waitress emerged from behind the counter with the blonde customer's food. She crossed to his table, shooting a dirty look at another male by the counter who not so subtly raked his eyes over her body's curves. Pervert. By now the customers were coming and going with a little more regularity compred to when she had dragged her ass in.
"Here y'go." She said as she placed the ceramic plates down, "Hamburger, fries, onion rings and a salad. You want a refill on that?" she nodded to his coffee blankly.
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Jun 19, 2007 18:47:33 GMT
Continued from: Main Streets with Tony, Tasha and Roxie
“So, everyone going in or should I just go in and pick it up?” Mike asked. If they were all going in, he would leave the car running until Tony’s door was open so that he could roll up the windows once his friend was out, but if he was going in on his own, the windows would stay down. It was simply habit now for him to do what he did in order to attempt helping Tony keep his claustrophobia in check.
A look around the parking lot said that most of the rush had already left, but there were still a fair number of people in the diner, which meant there might be a couple of extra minutes to wait for their coffee, but he didn’t see that as being too big a deal. It wouldn’t take too long and it was actually good coffee, so a couple of minutes of waiting wasn’t too big of a sacrifice.
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Roxanne
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Post by Roxanne on Jun 20, 2007 17:15:55 GMT
"I'll come," Roxie piped up with a smile. "Think I need to get a cup of coffee, myself; recharge."
And it would be most counterproductive if Roxanne were to crash in the middle of the day. The possibility of a double-shift was looking to be a definite one, and although she would have to go home for a bit, eventually, to make sure Maura had been fed and watered by her next-door neighboor. Of course, Roxie trusted the older woman who lived in the apartment next to her own, but it could never hurt to be sure. Plus, her collie would never forgive her if she didn't at least pay a visit.
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Tony
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Post by Tony on Jun 20, 2007 18:11:24 GMT
There was no way Tony was staying in any car a second longer than was completely necessarily and while he knew Mike would keep the window down for him he wasn’t sure he could handle just sitting in a car knowing he could leave it any moment. “I’ll come in too,” he offered with a nod and smile. “A cup of coffee that isn’t going to spill over me as you drive sounds very appealing.”
That and if the coffee by some misfortune did spill – even with its non-spill cup – he could very imagine himself being thrown out of the still moving car, his partner horrified at the stain on his precious car. The image, as ridiculous as it was in reality prompted a snort of laughter to quietly slip from the CSI.
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Jun 24, 2007 16:47:52 GMT
“My driving isn’t that bad,” Mike said, aiming a mock glare Tony’s way. He had, admittedly, suspected that his friend would be coming along, but it had been one of those offers that he just always made. It was, he knew, habit, just as rolling the windows down when Tony was in the car had become. They were things that he just did. “The only reason you’d spill is to ruin my car. I know how you work…” He offered a mock glare to Tony, clearly just playing around.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Jun 27, 2007 0:32:27 GMT
Dark eyes looked up when a car pulled into the lot, she watched as a handful of people got out of the vehicle, standing at the end of the blonde's table after she had put the plates down waiting for him to answer as to whether he wanted a refill on his coffee, apparently taking his sweet time over the decision too. Thos people were coming in for coffee, she could just tell... somehow; having worked at Lorraine's for a length of time had given her some sort of sense or the caffeine deprived and those people fit the bill.
"How about I give you a minute to work through that one." She stated rather that asked, turning away from the table with a roll of her eyes. "I know it's a toughie..." the waitress added to herself in a low rumble. She made her way to the counter to make sure they had enough coffee on the go to serve the new arrivals.
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Tony
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Post by Tony on Jun 27, 2007 13:16:37 GMT
He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘spilling coffee over your car could only be an improvement’ but it was impossible to be really sure, Tony’s expression perfectly innocent and calm as he climbed out of the car and approached the counter with the other three, absently reaching up fiddle with one of the legs of the black frames of his glasses.
Tony offered the waitress who had just slipped in behind the counter one of his friendly – if somewhat shy and uncertain – smile. She didn’t look too friendly or pleased to be there; but he thought she was marginally happier than she had been when she’d been at one of the table’s moments before.
“Good morning,” he said, voice soft as always.
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Teresa
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Post by Teresa on Jun 28, 2007 12:05:07 GMT
He was the first person to say that to her; 'Good morning', that was. Teresa paused as she set the hinged counter down and looked over to the new customers. She smiled faintly, the expression a little on the weary side, well a lot on the weary side. Though she obviously wasn't aware of Tony' train of though he was absolutely right; she didn't want to be there. She wanted to be sitting on her bathroom floor with her head by the toilet.
"Morning." She returned, the smile fading somewhat she as moved to the counter and placed her hands down on the surface. Sometimes she wished -randomly and sparsely- that she had the lycanthropic healing factor; for her a hunt meant several days of bruises and nicks and scrapes. Or worse. Currently she was suffering nothing worse than some bruising around her scapula where a vampire had bounced her off a wall like a frickin' rubber ball and some matching, yellowing mottles on her knuckles. Fading bruises after she'd taken a few days off and drunk herself into bed with some... random jock; something told her she could have spent thetime better. The waitress cast her eyes over the party and then back to the man who had spoken; "What can I get you?"
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Tasha
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Post by Tasha on Jul 8, 2007 21:22:13 GMT
Tasha offered the waitress a smile, recognising the slightly haggard signs in her expression that hinted at her wish to be anywhere but here at work. She couldn’t say she sympathised because Tasha was the kind of person who loved her job, not in any kind of morbid way, but because she believed she did her part to help put the families of victims at peace; help them move on and find closure through the answers the CSI department could provide.
As the young woman, whose nametag read ‘Teresa’, asked what she could get them, Tasha found herself trying to remember how the Riveras took their coffee. No doubt Katherine would appreciate the hot liquid offering, if only because the M.E. remembered just how reliant some cops could be on the stuff and how she had only ever seen the elder sibling without a mug or a cup a handful of times.
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Roxanne
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Post by Roxanne on Jul 19, 2007 21:35:00 GMT
Roxanne could indeed sympathize with the young waitress' expression. Like Tasha, though, Roxie loved her job, but there were times -- especially when dealing with a particularly ornery perpetrator -- that it became taxing. But the fact that she could bring justice to people who had been wronged was a comfort, at least.
"Hi there," Roxie greeted Teresa -- if her nametag was correct -- with a brief smile. "We need a couple-a coffees to go...uh..." She looked back to Mike. "How do the Riveras take their java?"
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Tony
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Post by Tony on Jul 20, 2007 15:29:07 GMT
Tony wasn’t the best when it came to speaking to strangers or even something as simple as ordering coffee. He tended to speak too softly and then the other person was forced to ask him to repeat himself but louder, a situation the provided embarrassment on both sides. He gave the waitress an apologetic smile, letting Roxie answer for them all and hope that she wouldn’t think he was a complete lunatic. Not that Tony was too bothered with how people viewed him but it was always a good idea to create a positive impression.
Considering Tasha wasn’t chiming in with the answer to how the Rivera’s took their coffee, Tony guessed that she, like Roxie couldn’t remember the small fact. He was ashamed to admit, even to himself that the detail had slipped his mind as well, possibly pushed out by the shock of the day. It seemed as if Mike was their only hope.
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Tasha
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Post by Tasha on Jul 20, 2007 23:01:48 GMT
It was just one of those things that randomly slipped your mind when you needed it, but came ploughing back to you at the last second. “Oh!” Briefly, Tasha looked embarrassed, and even blushed for a fraction of a second, glancing to Tony with a hint of a smile before she looked past Roxie to the waitress, though she was still essentially talking to the blonde woman.
“Cream and sugar, plenty of the latter.” She glanced to Roxie, Tony and Mike briefly, shrugging. It had been such a silly thing to forget, and really, she should have been the one to know the answer without question, given how much time she had spent with the Riveras, especially Marcus in particular. “Sometimes tells me Katherine won’t care how it’s made so long as it’s coffee.”
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Mike
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Post by Mike on Jul 21, 2007 0:33:47 GMT
When he was trying to pick up a woman for the night, Mike naturally cared about what they thought of him. After all, they weren’t going to go to bed with a guy that didn’t know how to handle the situation with class, after all. When he was on the job, though, he simply did what he needed to do and whether people liked it or not was their business. He handled various situations in various ways, depending upon what they were. In this situation, he knew what needed to be done.
He couldn’t help but give a little grin when Tasha came up with the answer. “And here I was about to say that we’ll just take sugar and cream with us so that they can fix it how they want it.”
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