#ofshirazis

[reckonin]

      ‘   what’s a nice guy like me doing in a place like this ? well, i could ask the same of you.   ’ it’s not his most original, but nothing is according to ... someone respectable he would assume. he wipes down the counters, and he has a habit of paying the most attention to the patrons he finds the most interesting. or rather, the ones who don’t show up here much. he can only listen to drunkard extraordinaire jimmy g talk about how being on the hollywood blacklist ruined his life for so long. ‘   what’s your poison ?   ’ he asks, with narrowed eyes. he makes it very clear that this is a test, after all, a choice in drink is the ultimate gauge of personality.  @ofshirazis

[infrasred]

prompt: oliver and carmen fight over the last portion of delicious food.

     she’d been waiting against the counter of their local dinner, anticipating their special, and her favorite, the all-american burger. but of course, today of all days, incompetence would be a bump in the road. what kind of restaurant didn’t have enough burger patties ? the waiter apologizes profusely before vanishing back into the kitchen area, leaving oliver with the task to convince the one other customer to switch out their order. “ look, sugar . . . i’ve had a really long day and if i don’t get somethin’ in me soon, -- i’ll be a real pain. ” she directs her attention towards the toddler accompanying the stranger, voice softening. “ ‘sides, shouldn’t the little ones be eatin’ home-cooked, anyway ? seems like ya might wanna head into your own kitchen. ” / @ofshirazis