Post by elijude on Jan 9, 2009 14:18:32 GMT 10
ooc; hope you don't mind me joining!
bic;;
And it's alright.
Let's call it good.
A little more.
Let's make this even.[/i][/right]
bic;;
And it's alright.
Let's call it good.
A little more.
Let's make this even.
Whichever way you looked at it, it wasn’t an hour where normal people should be awake. The digital clock read 3 AM and Eli was too messed up to go to bed, especially with his stomach growling as fiercely as a lion. It didn’t matter that it was dark or stormy out, since his hair was a mess from tossing an turning on the shag rug he’d recently purchased because he loved the way it felt on his bare skin. Finding a stray piece of cloth laying around, from one of the shirts he’d torn on one of his drunken rampages, he quickly wrapped it around the top of his head like a headband to try and tame some of the odd ends.[/size]
With a few adjustments and a check in the mirror of his bathroom, he gave himself the thumbs up with a half smile before scrambling to find money, sunglasses and his keys. Picking up the still smoking joint and finishing the small bit left he finally got himself out of the room, holding the smoke in his lungs until he reached a window, pushing it open and exhaling the smoke in to the damp night air.
The walk to the diner was uneventful, though darker than normal and Eli couldn’t figure out why, until he remembered he’d slipped sunglasses on because his eyes had been bloodshot and he didn’t want the waitresses at Planet Java to suspect too much. Adjusting his sweatshirt as he let the hood flip up and rest on his head he walked with a great deal of speed so he wouldn’t get too wet. The neon lights from the diner were no sooner wished for then overhead. Giving a small victory dance in how he’d remembered the way to get there and managed not to get lost, he let a goofy smile stay on his face as he burst through the doors with zeal.
Looking around at the typical diner style interior, passing over all those little details that some people might be irked by, he simply wanted to see if anyone else had gotten the idea for food this late at night or early in the morning. Through dark lenses he forgot he was wearing once again, touching the neon frames to remind himself, he could only find the cook through the small peephole in to the kitchen, and a waitress looking annoyed with some guy sitting in a booth. He looked to be around his age, maybe even a student at the university.
With a quick shake-off of excess water and letting his hood fall back in place on his shoulders he walked over to the waitress dealing with the other kid. She was the only help he could find in the place, and figured he might as well just approach her since he knew exactly what he wanted. Tapping her on the shoulder to get her attention he gave the meekest smile he could muster. “Sorry, but I don’t know if anyone else is here and thought I’d just get your attention.” he said as the waitress looked on annoyed, but somehow he’d gotten her to agree to take his order. “Do you think I could get a cheeseburger, fries, onion rings, a piece of chocolate cream pie and a malt milkshake?” Listing off all those foods might make someone’s heart stop, but to Eli it was the perfect amount to satisfy his munchies. Plus his metabolism and whatever else he did to fuck with his conscious somehow kept him thin.
As the waitress scribbled down his food with a questioning look, he let his hands slide in to his pockets. Turning to look at the kid in the booth, he gave a little wave with hands still in his pockets and a smile. “Yo, dude. What up?”