Hush Little Rabbit

Don't You Cry

[snowshxe]

      Morgan had been uncharacteristically quiet, having invited the other over for food and drinks. She kept fidgeting, running her fingers through her hair. The witch didn’t understand why she was so nervous, yet her heart pounded as if she had just ran a marathon. She paused, looking at her work before her. Yes, the woman loved writing, but cooking and baking soothed her. It was as if she was making origami. 

             “I’ve been thinking of trying to open my own bakery.”

[go-decadance-deactivated2016080]

[yynneessmons]

[pricklypearsfordays-deactivated]

Both bits were somewhat of a joke to Julian, being alive more so than a false marriage. He hadn’t felt his own mortality since he had been a senator of the Roman Republic in 38 AD. How he longed to feel such a thing again… He chuckled at her little jest all the same before saying, “and to the best boozy night anyone could hope for.”

He looked around for a moment before going to the fridge. “I was in Japan the other week and I got to taste the most amazing things ever. I think we could pull off a few of them. I just need panko.” It was going to be a booze laden night with fried doughy delights. All of which Julian would whole heartedly regret the next morning… It was about this time that he started pulling what looked like random ingredients to haul them to the work space. “Would you kindly turn on the fryer and preheat the oven to four hundred m'dame?” The rest of their drinks were whisked in by one of the bartenders before anything else could be said; the dropje daiquiris and  vanilla chocolate malt cocktails, were left on an empty counter top for the pair to have at.

[snowshxe]

She was amazed that he actually traveled. Morgan never would have guessed that he would have even gone to Japan. She may have just met one of the most interesting people ever. “Holy shit-- I’m completely jealous! Where else have you been?” The question came out, came out, unable to hold it back. Of course, she had also gone to take care of the oven and turn on the fryer. 

“Oh god-- you have tons of stories don’t you!?”

She grabbed one of the drinks, taking a sip. “Can you tell me some? Please?”

[the-obstrovsky]

Snorting, Jon didn’t reply. He knew Morgan just enough to let her have the moment of self-depreciation. Looking over the brunette’s shoulder, he nodded to a waitress towards the kitchen, raised two fingers, and then his attentionwas back to Morgan. “Cafe Mekta, my dear. Though, we serve more than the standard cafe fair. I think some hair of the dog might help, as well as some aspirin and something fried, perhaps?” he couldn’t help it, he was amused. Perhaps even a bit envious she herself could get hungover.

[snowshxe]

Morgan laughed a bit. She looked around the cafe in awe. “Man, I would probably earn more money here than the one I work at now.” She was about to continue, when she noticed something odd in his words. “Wait, hair of dog?” She looked at the man before her in shock. Did he actually mean dog hair or was it a saying? He wasn’t fucking with her right?

[pennedxin-blog]

Penn paused, going still to let her wipe at his face. He let out another laugh, wiping at his own cheek now to get rid of the last of it. “This much pancakes, we’re going to need tons of them. I always do.”

[snowshxe]

Morgan laughed, shaking her head. She thanked the waitress the moment her pancakes arrived, taking a bite before continuing the conversation. “Well, I need to leave room so I can eat the pie I have at home,” she mused happily. Morgan was quite proud of the fact that she actually baked a pie.

[d-rts]

[girl-o-matic]

Sue Sorrell

[snowshxe]

pennedxin:

Penn snorted into his soda when she dumped alcohol into her drink, dark liquid splashing onto his face. Laughing, he wiped it with a napkin and only succeeded in smearing syrup on his cheek as well. “Yeah, I’ve been there.” He hadn’t but he could lie to make a person feel better. “The coffee from here is pretty atrocious. That’s why they have to give out free pancakes to get folks like us to sucker into coming.”

The brunette boldly reached over, wiping the syrup off his face and tasting it. “At least I won’t be only eating them in just butter, very good syrup,” she mused. Morgan was making it easy on the other boy. Greyson has actually had the witch lick his face before. “Looks like we’re going to need some more napkins though,” she teased.

[the-obstrovsky]

“I wasn’t yelling…” Jon said, sitting down across from her for a moment. “I was simply saying it was a surprise to see you here and not on some lonely park bench… you look as though you might need some tea, though. Everything alright?”

[snowshxe]

“Lovely to know I look like shit,” came her retort. She ran her fingers through her hair, gripping it and actually lightly pulling for a moment. As if that felt better than her ache. “It’s like being stabbed and the other is twisting the knife-- I think more liquor would solve this, but tea does sound a lot better.” Morgan looked at him now, taking it that she actually may now know where she was. “You can call me stupid this time, but where am I?”

[pennedxin-blog]

Penn already had a plate of food in front of him (his third plate of pancakes, actually) so when the waitress looked at him, he just lifted his glass for soda to keep from spewing food bits and gave her a pleasant, pleading smile. When the woman walked away, Penn took another drink to wash it down. “I’m Penn, by the by.”

[snowshxe]

“Morgan,” she said, smiling. When the drinks came she smiled happily and waited for the waitress to leave before turning her drink into an Irish coffee. The woman pour pure whiskey into her cup of coffee. “Little hungover and this helps a little more than just keeping dry,” she mused as she took a sip. “Plus, it’s the only way I’ll drink this coffee from  here.”

[snowshxe]

pennedxin:

@snowshxe

The diner was packed - as in, no seats left open in the place. Tables were starting to be seated together. Penn was at a small table, but it wasn’t being spared either. When he saw someone being led to the small square, he moved his things out of the way and gave the woman a small smile. “Free pancakes, amirite?” he asked, trying not to talk with his mouth full.

Morgan laughed, a big smile on her face. “Of course, who wouldn’t want free pancakes?” The brunette took her coat off, setting it on the chair as she sat. As the waitress came to take her order, she gave a sweet smile. “Yes, I would like four pancakes, bacon, sausage, and hash. And then just a cup of some coffee please.” 

[snowshxe]

“Look, I have a very bad headache. I promise, you yelling isn’t going to make it better. Just sit down and we will talk calmly.” Morgan wasn’t in any mood today, it seemed. Old habits were scratching at the surface, begging to be freed. “You listening?”

[ridleydaisy]

[pricklypearsfordays-deactivated]

“Julian,” he chirped as he helped her out of her own coat. He let her seek out the ingredients for whatever it was she had her mind set on baking, as she did that he took to hanging their coats on a small wall-mounted rack. She still seemed to be hunting around, so he poked his head out to order two dropje daiquiris, two vanilla chocolate malt (cocktails), and two shots of Absolut Crystal. Before setting to work on the more complicated drinks, the bartender whipped out two shots of the vodka to hand to Julian. No words were needed in conveying the other drinks would need to be made as quickly and perfectly as possible. “Shots are here!”

[snowshxe]

“Such a gentleman,” she had teased when he helped her out of her coat. Even though she jested of it, it was nice to be treated like an actual lady every now and then. She gave up on the oreos for now to get everything else ready, yet the sound of shots to begin their night made her lose complete interest in baking for a moment. Morgan gratefully took the shot glass, a large smile upon her red lips. She decided to toast, truly being thankful with the fact of even being able to live. “A toast to being alive and the perfect marriage.” The last bit was a joke of course.

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[pricklypearsfordays-deactivated]

He laughed lightly and added in jest, “only if I get to pick the colors and the day. I won’t stand for gold and forest-green in the summer, I have standards.” With that he led her down the street to a hopping little bar with a small unknown band playing a set on the stage. None of the staff batted an eyelash when he led his new acquaintance into the closed down kitchen, they simply let the pair pass behind the bar and into the dark space. Julian flicked on the light revealing a pretty pristine workspace. The counters and the oven looked fairly old, they did their respected jobs nicely, but it was clear the newer industrial sized deep fryer was the star. While he removed his jacket said, “you know I never got your name Miss–?”

[snowshxe]

She laughed, her smile becoming bigger. “Make it sometime in fall and you have yourself a deal,” she teased again as they had gotten to the kitchen. Morgan was amazed by the fact that they literally had just strolled in. She had begun to look around, trying to see if she could find the right ingredients. The thought of having fried oreos upon cupcakes made her salivate. 

“Morgan,” she answered, “and you are?”