Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 10:54:20 PM)
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Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 10:54:41 PM)
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Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 10:57:22 PM)
*Elise is seated in one of the red-pleather covered booths near the entrance to the diner, not far from a jukebox playing "Just My Imagination" by the Temptations*
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 10:59:43 PM)
The ute pulls up, parallel parking and out comes Bob. Running his hand over his shortcropped scalp, he smiles ruefully to himself. Some day he should do a budget on just how much money he spends on food. Pushing the door open and filling up the doorway for a moment before moving to head over to a booth, slipping into it. Not even thinking that he might know people here. He is ... afterall here, just to eat.
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:01:38 PM)
*it was hard not to notice a big guy coming into a place lots of times, she looks up from her menu, watching him take a seat, wondering if she ought to say something or not*
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:05:53 PM)
Watching a waitress come over, he gives her a warm smile. "Yes sugar, coffee, definitely." Hard to even tell hes drunk that can of alcohol, probably didn't even effect him. "An all day breakfast for now and a plate of french toast. Awesome, thanks."
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:06:55 PM)
*she waves a bit, after he finishes with the waitress, trying to get his attention*
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:12:42 PM)
Hes about to lift his coffee to his lips after stirring in some sugar, the cup looking small in his hands. Pausing as his attention is pulled away and then a warm easy smile and a nod to Elise.
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:14:40 PM)
*she boldly slides out of the booth she's at, picking up her coffee, and stopping at the counter to order some food before walking over to his booth* Woudl you mind if I joined you, sir?
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:18:51 PM)
"Go right ahead. Provided you have enough room over there." It would seem he barely does of there, he really is a big guy, not like one of those seven foot monsters that the garou occasionally produce but his arms are still like tree trunks. "From the plantation right?"
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:21:01 PM)
*she nods, putting the coffee down and sliding into the booth across from him* That's right. I'm Elise Wagner.
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:23:50 PM)
"Bob Stevens, pleased to meet you Elise." Looking her over for a moment before a bemused smile. "Pity the boys from work aren't here, to see this."
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:25:39 PM)
*she half-smirks, apparently guessing at his meaning, nodding some before chuckling a little, and then going on* A pleasure to meet you, Bob.
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:27:51 PM)
He gives her another small smile before lifting the cup and gulping down the rest of the scalding coffee. "Mmm, so ... why do I have the honor? Just curiousity?"
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:29:03 PM)
Partly. Partly because I think you must be somewhat new, right? I mean, I haven't seen you out that way before. *sipping her coffee*
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:32:12 PM)
"Well, not so much new ... as in new to trying to make an effort and say hey to the right folks." Nodding a little. "I suppose that counts in its own way."
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:37:32 PM)
*she nods* I'm sure it does. *she sips her drink again, looking out at his ute outside, then back to him* So what do you do for a living?
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:40:56 PM)
"I'm the co-owner of a land moving company. Contract work, sometimes help out the Corp Engineers with levee's and the like. But you really don't want to hear about all that."
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:41:35 PM)
*she looks at him, her eyebrows raising a little* Well, what do I want to hear about instead?
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:45:13 PM)
A deep sounding chuckle at that. "Hell if I know Elise, not too often I have a beautiful young woman sit across me in a diner and small chat." Giving her a wink, teasing a little as his foot is bought over by the waitress. "I'm a pretty simple guy really."
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:48:43 PM)
*she smiles some, looking from him to the waitress, giving her a smile as she brought Elise's omelette and toast too before looking back to Bob* I would think that you job would be part of small talk, but here I thought you were going to dish out something all together more exciting since you were telling me what to think and all. *she half-smirks before reaching for a packet of jelly to spread on a piece of the toast* Maybe you'd feel better asking the questions? I certainly didn't come over to sit with you to make you feel as if you were being interrogated or something. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable....*she looks up from the toast to him* But you did say I could join you. *she starts to smile a little again*
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:50:38 PM)
"Yeah, that I did." A bemused touch to his lips. "Mmm, alright, I'll bite. How about we trade questions. Since I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me. You had the first shot, so you turn, what do you do to bring in the greenbacks?" A pause. "Gives me a chance to eat while I listen." Indeed, starting to do just that.
Elise Wagner (Jul 31, 2010 11:52:57 PM)
*she nods, having a little of hers to so he can take his time* I am a case worker for the State's Department of Social Services. Food stamps and medical assistance and all that. *she has a bite of toast, thinking over her next question* Where are you from originally?
Bob Stevens (Jul 31, 2010 11:55:13 PM)
Moving to take a piece of french toast, several of the sausages and two rashers of bacon are placed inside it before being turned in, like some sort of sweet version of a hotdog, biting into it and chewing before finally replying. "Born and breed. Family's been here for over a hundred years now."