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

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[Wink.]

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

[charring]

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.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

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

[charring]

[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.

[withloadedguns.livejournal.com]

[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?