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Second Smoke Signal

[Cast an eyeball at the red-head on roller skates as she weaves her way in an out of cars at the drive-in diner. She works here. She probably has your order. And she's probably chewing bubblegum and wearing something similar to this. She's a nice enough car hop.

She'll mind your flip-tops and screamers. Want her number? Well, ain't that a bite. It's not gonna happen and unless your questions are about the food they serve here, she'll probably get huffy, ask if you're writin' a book and then skate off to deal with less aggravating customers. Bug her more and she'll tell you to put an egg in your shoe and beat it.

But other than that, enjoy your food!]

[ooc: as much fun as that was to write, I'm sure I got a lot of the slang wrong. Eesh. ENJOY!]

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Don't you get beat, rolling around on those things?

Very. [She's going to do her best to play it cool because That Guy She Likes is talking to her.] Worth the money, though. What can I get ya?

Guess it must be.

How 'bout a Coke?

One Coke, comin' right up. [And she skates off again, returning a moment later with the Coke.] Here. No charge. You goin' to the concert later?

[No charge? Cool.]

Haven't decided yet. You?

Oh, definitely. Right after work.

[She told her parents she was going to be at Rapunzels house studying. ISN'T SHE JUST SO TERRIBLE?! 50's Charlie fails at being a bad girl. Oh, dear.]

Maybe I'll go. I wasn't sure it was my "scene," you know?

... ... ...

Doing anything after?

I have no plans at all. My keepers go to bed early on weekdays so it's not like they'd notice.

[Charlene Roberta McGee what the hell are you doing?]

Wanna take a ride?

[And you get a smile. But, with this guy, it's not a smile. It has to start small and slow and spread out. And, reportedly, it can be devastating.]

[Fffff not fair. This is as big as this girl's smile gets. ~~especially not!50's charlie.~~] Sure. My shift is over in ten. Think you can wait?

Maybe.

[Wink.]

If I get to see you roll around on those things until then.

You think you can watch me skate for ten minutes? I don't even do anythin' exciting. That's the other girls that can do tricks.

Yeah, but... Maybe I don't like looking at them as much.

[She's blushing, completely distracted until her boss calls her name and says order up. That's when she startles, wobbling slightly on her skates] God. Back in a moment.

[She skates off in a hurry, delivering her last order and then helping her coworkers with their orders before disappearing long enough to change into her regular shoes and clock out, returning a bit hastily.]

Okay. Shift from Hell is over.

[He's just been leaning on the handlebars of his motorcycle, waiting as patiently as he can. Oh, but he perks up in a hurry when she comes over.]

Told you I could wait.

[He sort of...nods behind him. There's room, but you'll have to hold on~]

Climb on.

You still going to the concert?

[Nathan's a ton-up boy, slouching on his stolen motorbike. He's pretty clearly checking her out, smirk on his face and a cigarette between his teeth.]

So, you ever fall over? Have to tell you, those things don't look conductive to a safe working environment, and I'm not too keen on the idea of ending up with my 'shake on my lap.

[Charlie smirks, shaking her head.] Nah. I've always been good at skatin'.

[Here, Nathan. The red-head that has most certainly not noticed you checking her out has your milkshake and whatever else you ordered.]

'Sides. If I fall, I get fired and I kinda like this job.

[He doesn't take his food just yet. Just reaches for the milkshake, taking his cigarette out of his mouth so he can sip at it. She'll probably leave just as soon as she gets the chance, so he's happy to have her act as a glorified table until she gets sick enough of him or seems like she might be up for shagging him.]

That's okay. I wouldn't tell. I bet you could make it up to me.

[Just this face, Nathan.] Doubt it.

[She's going to hold out his food just a little more. Hint, hint, friend.] I got three other deliveries to make.

[Hint not taken. Sorry.] Is one of them that angry looking feller that keeps glaring, by any chance?

[Charlie turns to look before looking at Nathan again.] He's always glarin'. He can wait. Is there anythin' else I can get ya?

Well, a blow job would be nice, but I'm guessing you have to keep those until you get done working. [He grins, raising his eyebrows and offering her the cigarette.]

That's never happening. [She's smiling slightly less, now holding his food out more insistently.] Please take your food before you get me fired.

[He'll take it soon, but for the moment he wants to see just how far he can push this.] Can your boss do that? Fire you because I refused to take my food?

I can get fired for ignoring customers. [And her customers are getting annoyed. One of them has driven off without their food and that means without paying. Charlie sees this, stares at them in wide eyed exasperation and then closes her eyes, shaking her head.]

Wonderful.

So, can you get fired for ignoring me?

[siiigh.] Yes, I can.

[Nathan looks pleased, offering her his cigarette as he sips his milkshake.]

Which means I could get you in trouble for ignoring my blowjob request. You really need to pick up your game at this waitressing thing.

Don't worry, though. I'm not an unreasonable man. Give me your number and let me know what time you're finishing, I'll call it quits.

[Someone else has, at this point, taken her other customers, leaving Nathan as her last one. The tray balanced on one hand, she puts her other hand on her hip. She's trying so hard to not glare at him since he is a customer and that would be rude. The cigarette she shakes her head at.]

Give you my number. Seriously? I don't have anythin' to write on so you should probably just take your food and let me on my way.

So, let me know what time you finish. I'm sure even I can remember that much.

[This guy is the biggest bug. Ever. In the history of Everything. Sadly, persistence is key with Charlie McGee (and ffs, ignore the accidental rhyming there.).]

You're my last customer. I can't go far from here, though. I have plans with friends.

[And persistence will pay off. There are other fish in this sea, Nathan is sure. And if it's this difficult just to get her to spend time with him, who knows how much effort it'd take to get her into the sack. He shrugs, finally taking his food from her.]

Suit yourself. But I have to warn you, you're missing out.

[She's a difficult one in general.]

How about tomorrow? I don't work then.

[What's the worst that could happen?]

[Oh. Okay. That was easy. If he'd known giving up was the way to get her to start chasing him, he'd have stopped badgering her a long time ago.]

Really? You're not going to stand me up, are you?

No. [She might actually be smiling slightly, though this is more in part because he hasn't mentioned blow jobs for a few minutes.]

What's your name, anyway?

[Just you wait. Something's bound to come up eventually... pun unintended.]

Nathan Young. You got a name, or are you as stingy with that as your number?

[Ba-dum-tch!]

Charlie McGee.

[She's going to skate off for a moment and then return, piece of paper in her hand. It's a number. Possibly hers.] Here. Don't make me regret this, Nathan.

[Nathan takes the paper between two fingers, slipping it into the pocket of his jacket.]

As if I would.

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