closed starter ✼ @bellstrom where ✼ ruby's diner when ✼ late night
The night was off to a rough start. Eyes low and exhausted from an all-nighter turned all-day, Louis wanted nothing more than to relax. The man was certainly no stranger to bursts of inspiration that led to these awful sleeping habits, but those often ended well. This time, however, what kept him up was a phone call from his father from who knows where. The comforting rumble of his voice brought on a wave of elation to the artist, but just like one of destructive nature, left him washed up in its wake. The call was short and awkward. Henri simply asked how and where he was, then upon hearing the answer, hung up abruptly. Who was he to decide when and how long contact should be made? It was unfair.
Feeling a slow boil of anger rising, Louis discards the feeling and makes his way to Ruby's Diner. According to a few folks around town (and Artie), someone named Benny had baked something interesting. Despite being a complete stranger, Louis had no issue making deals with people professionally or under the table. He himself was considered an unusual character, so why not expand on the idea? A welcoming jingle of whatever tune on the radio greets him as he enters. He's surprised to find a few patrons still inhabiting a few of the booths, indulging in late-night cravings or intimate conversation. He wasn't sure who exactly he was looking for, so instead he takes a seat in one of the stools and flags down a waitress.
"Is Benny still here?" He asks, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. "He has something a client of mine wants picked up." A lie, but not a damnable one. "I was told to meet him at the end of his shift."