Second Smoke Signal

[charring]

[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!]

Comments

[designedtoparty]

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.]

[charring]

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.

[designedtoparty]

[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?

[charring]

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.

[designedtoparty]

So, can you get fired for ignoring me?

[charring]

[siiigh.] Yes, I can.

[designedtoparty]

[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.

[charring]

[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.

[designedtoparty]

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

[charring]

[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.

[designedtoparty]

[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.

[charring]

[She's a difficult one in general.]

How about tomorrow? I don't work then.

[What's the worst that could happen?]

[designedtoparty]

[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?

[charring]

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?

[designedtoparty]

[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?

[charring]

[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.

[designedtoparty]

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

As if I would.