Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:02:28 AM)
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Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:03:53 AM)
*Nora was waitressing...or more..busing tables. Given the pook's natural instinct to write down " Interesting" orders, it was the best thing she could do
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:04:56 AM)
*Gino was hungry and tired of gumbo and seafood. He just wanted a plain, simple bacon cheeseburger and fries. So we'd see what we got. He slid into a booth and grabbed a menu, brushing a hand through his hair. The wounds from the bites were healing nicely it seemed.*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:08:03 AM)
*She was currently cleaning a table and when she saw well, the glamour she couldn't help but notice Bly. She blinked and slipped into the booth she was busing at the end of the row, and ducked low ..still cleaning, just a bit more obscured, mutter* The winds are ironic tonight
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:10:53 AM)
*He put down his menu and waited, looking around at the diner.*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:14:56 AM)
*She looked over her seat and then cringed as the cook waved to her in the kitchen* Nora, Maddy is on break, can you get that customer's order please....and take it down right *Greasy kitchen chef..attempting to look polite at least. Nora sighed and came out of her booth and walked over to Bly* Would you like rubber boot
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:15:09 AM)
like a rubber boot?
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:15:10 AM)
*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:16:55 AM)
*And the cook called out* I Said, make it normal!
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:17:04 AM)
Hello, Ms. Rook. I wasn't aware you worked here. May I have a coffee and a bacon cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, ketchup, mayo?
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:18:04 AM)
*she gritted her teeth at the cook..and paused and with intense concentration just wrote down exactly what he said...and nodded* Just a few years. *And walked it back to the kitche...and a moment later came back with coffee and a tray with cream, sugar for him to use if he wishe..and randomly..tabasco sauce*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:21:49 AM)
Here you are.
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:22:11 AM)
Thank you. *He said quietly and sipped his coffee black.* How are you doing?
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:23:06 AM)
Dandy. You are able to walk again I see *she started cleaning a near by table. The diner was slow at the moment, looking like it just clearned from a dinner rush*
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:23:53 AM)
Barely. I'm not going to be in any marathons anytime soon.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:28:02 AM)
*She nodded* you and Emma should learn to rest. Have a spa day!
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:28:29 AM)
*and ding, a bell rang and she went to fetch his food. She brought it out on clean plates and wears and sets it down including ketchup and condiments*
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:28:30 AM)
I feel like I've been doing nothing but resting since I've gotten here.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:28:48 AM)
I have made my nest. You are doing more then I am *she grins* Though I am not complaining.
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:30:08 AM)
*He checked the burger before adding a heap of ketchup on it. He glanced at her, quirking a brow.* Keep an ear out for forced protection rackets.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:31:05 AM)
Ah...Is the Tommy gain offering thug insurance *She said quietly, busing the nearby table*
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:32:06 AM)
I haven't heard anything save for the parliament.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:32:24 AM)
(((...Ivan is listening to the 8 bit version of master of puppets by metallica))
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:32:36 AM)
Parliment? Wow, aiming for the government
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:34:49 AM)
((BRB))
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:38:29 AM)
((Back))
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:38:34 AM)
((Pooookes)
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:38:49 AM)
(wb)
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:39:22 AM)
It's not like I can go searching for myself right now. I don't need another death under my belt. *He took a monster bite of his burger. The man had an appetite.*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:39:44 AM)
*She quirks a brow* Are you the reaper now?
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:40:08 AM)
I hope not.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:40:23 AM)
*She grins* Don't fear the reaper *and continues to bus*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:40:41 AM)
Besides, you are someone who actually cares. give yourself credit and don't start sporting an emo look
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:42:24 AM)
I can safely say I don't cut myself. There's too many out there willing to do it for me. *He half smirked, wiping the corner of his mouth of mayo.*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:42:48 AM)
Oh good. You are not a pretty martyr. That is a relief
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:46:34 AM)
*She got him another coffee when he ran out and finally finished all the tables..and with the place cleared..just sat down across from him* So, are you going to save he world?
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:47:22 AM)
That is a lofty goal. I think I'm going to start slow though and work on the city first, then branch out. No one left behind if I can help it.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:49:18 AM)
.....So your Bush Jr?
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:51:51 AM)
Well, I am horrible at politics.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:53:10 AM)
Hah!
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:53:25 AM)
....I though Politics 101 was kindergarten for your club
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:54:12 AM)
I seem to push my way through things, feelings be damned. *Mmm fries.*
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:54:39 AM)
*Snatch...she takes a fry* Though sometimes you should make sure that Push door doesn't say Pull
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 12:56:16 AM)
I'll run into that problem at some point, I'm sure. Possibly with Imani and company. We'll see though.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:57:19 AM)
You know what politics is? Poker
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:57:28 AM)
Go learn to play poker.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 12:57:38 AM)
Well. not horribly
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 1:00:24 AM)
Poker, huh? I might have to go to a casino boat at some point then to see.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 1:02:40 AM)
If nothing else, just learn how they watch each other..and pick up on each other...and then use that. Learn their Tells. Learn that sometimes a croquet mallet is a baseball bat because you want it to be
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 1:04:28 AM)
If only politics were as simple as baseball. *He laughed and finished his food, offering her some cash for the food.* I'm going to head back to the Port. There is a bottle of Advil with my name on it.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 1:05:34 AM)
*She nods* swallow it with some burbon then
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 1:08:37 AM)
That's not a bad idea at all. *He nodded and slid out of the booth.* Take care, Ms. Rook.
Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 1:09:10 AM)
I always do *she smiles and buses his table*
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 1:09:19 AM)
*And poof!*
Eugene Gibson (Aug 28, 2011 1:09:22 AM)
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Nora Rook (Aug 28, 2011 1:09:35 AM)
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