chamel3on | chameleon
goss7p | gossip
what a 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙. the diner just short of vertigo, a past untouched with a ten mile pole in near 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. as if he blew on the handles, age old dust of their memories just might fill the air. no such thing actually happens, just anticipation coiled in their gut. excited wasn’t the right word. apprehensive could be. might as well get this over with. see who shows, who doesn’t, and what the old queen b herself could ever want. just come. 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖎𝖉 as ever.
two familiar heads already inside beckon them, catching last edges of chit chat between one dawn and one nadina. and even more of an oddity ; their old orders. same placement. over the top, without marla in sight. his proper 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆 the same vibrant red of youth. ❛ not to eavesdrop, ❜ they would never. ❛ but it’s not that surprising. dramatic invitation out of the blue, dramatic 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ? sounds right. anyone else here yet ? ❜
ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ᶠˡᶤᶜᵏ . a place that at one point in her life once brought joy & excitement to sienna’s heart , now brings an 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 bubbling in her belly as she stands outside of stormies diner . cool , damp , & dark– the tired young woman stares through the large pane windows at the silhouettes slowly filling their old booth . god , why did she even come ?? a head full of familiar brown curls answers that question for her as she realizes that dawn is already inside … so there’s at least that much of a reason to go inside . faux fur on her shoudlers is wrapped tightly around petite frame as a cool breeze chills her to the bone , giving just enough motivation to take the leap of faith & push open that front door .
overhead bell dings , brown almond shaped eyes dart around the dreary memory of her past– ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉˡˡ ᶤˢ ᵐᵃʳˡᵃ ?? nadina , isaac … & dawn . well , at least there’s one bright side to being here , already . hopefully gabe shows up … & maybe has some stuff she could buy off him , too . the sight of the 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐳 + 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 on the table , along with all their other favorite slushies , is more than a bit unnerving . ❝ sounds like a marla thing to do … call us all over , right away– then not even show up . ❞ jacket shrugged off & hung on the old coat rack , the squeak of her sneakers on the old 50’s style tile , light reflecting off of each sequin on her top as she makes her way over to the very last booth . ❝ ˡᵒᶰᵍ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᶰᵒ ˢᵉᵉ .. ❞
Lateness was Gabe’s specialty – especially when he didn’t want to do something. The only thing that brought him out of his food coma was not wanting to let the other’s down. The message from Marla gave him the worst dry mouth he’d ever had, and that was saying something. “Fuck –“ This shit was downright creepy. It reminded him of a horror flick from the early 00s; mysterious messages and a whacked-out jukebox. Something that made a place that once felt like home – seem oddly foreign.
Gabe’s gut told him to return to the safety of his room, but then he saw them. It was too late to turn back now. “Hello, hello!” He tried to be cheerful, even though his skin was crawling. Whatever the hell was going on – it was killing his buzz. When the bell dinged, he jumped. But he tried to laugh it off and smile. He could tell the others were on edge, something he wished to assuage at least a little bit. Eyebrow raised at the slushies. “Are those are preferred slushie?” More laughter in a most likely vain attempt at thwarting the exceptionally bad vibes. Even if, for the first time, a razzberry slushie seemed ominous. “Wow – she is really on her shit. Kind of funny to think of Marla filling up all these Slushies.”
From what the others said – it seemed the guest of honor had yet to make an appearance. That suited Gabe just fine; he didn’t really want to see her. The same couldn’t be said about Sienna – who he did miss. “It’s like – nice to see you guys at least. But really, this shit is whack. F’real.”