Stepping up to the Plate

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Stepping up to the Plate

St Jimmy · Jesus of Subrbia

-In the bathroom at the Hookah he stood at the sink. One hand gripped the rim of white porcelein while his other hand was held up, fingers wiping just beneath his nose at a bit of stray powder. Snorting loudly he let his mouth hang open and the cold air felt good on his throat. Licking at his lips that were cracking and chapped he finally turned on the tap letting cold water pour into the sink. Quickly he splashed at his face in an attempt to clean himself up a bit before his shift. He'd been showering at the Y, but he still looked pretty haggard. Black circles lined his eyes made more pronounced because of the black eyeliner he wore smudged around his haunted eyes. Fingers pushed back through his black hair, plucking at it so it stood up spikey on top. Finally he turned to go, pulling his black apron off the top of the stall where he had hung it.-

-As he came out he looped the apron around his emaciated waist letting the straps circle him before tying it off in the front. Behind the bar Vasha gave him a pointed look that he ignored. Jimmy was maintaining pretty well recently. No benders, just steady destruction of his soul. So he really didn't feel like dealing with any complaints. Behind the bar he moved towards the customer sitting there waiting and vaguely thought she looked familiar. Green-grey eyes were bloodshot as he looked her over, but since he couldn't place her he ignored the sense of familiarity.-

-Setting a menu down in front of her he pushed up the sleeves of that black button down shirt he wore, idly rolling up the long sleeves until they were just covering his elbows. Hiding marks from curious eyes while still managing to look professional. Or as professional as someone like Jimmy could ever look.-

"Can I get you something to drink while you're looking over the menu?"

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Amber eyes lifted up to Jimmy as he moved in front of her with the menu. She stared at him for a long moment, those inhuman eyes registering the obvious signs that were wrong with him. Eyes flickered to his arms on the way down to the menu before she peeled it open. "Lemme get a beer, what ever you have on tap is fine." Beer, gift of the gods! To bad it didn't affect her anymore. She flickered her eyes over the menu quickly before shutting it. She pushed the menu away from her as she shifted on the seat folding her leg over the other. A hand was lifted and slid through the mass of black waves before those wolf eyes turned back to Jimmy when he brought her beer to her. She flickered that gaze up to his face and gave a half smile. "Where's your name tag?"

She wasn't asking to be an asshole, although she could be, but calling him kid or bub eh.. not feeling it today. Although she could call him Spike. A hand lifted the menu to him as he took it, resisting the urge to grab his arm and push his sleave up past his elbow and confirm what her nose told her. "I'll get the pork chops."

Beer was lifted as she took a long and well deserved sip before licking the foam off her top lip, leaving a wet smeer behind. "Hey, do you know who owns this place? I remember seeing one like this back in New Orleans, 's like Deja Vu or something."

St Jimmy · Jesus of Subrbia

-Grabbing a glass he noticed his hand shaking just slightly and clenched up to try to stop it. Pulling the tap he let the amber fluid start to fill the glass until the thick foam head was just beginning to spill over the edge. It trickled down over his knuckles and when he stopped the flow he switched hands on the glass and casually flicked his hand to get that foam off. A small square cocktail napkin was set down on the bar in front of her and he set the beer down on it.-

"No nametags." -Jimmy shook his head with great relief.- "You can call me Jimmy though."

-On a small pad he wrote her order and then tore the paper off. Heading to the kitchen he would tag the paper up for the cooks to see before heading back out fromt. He was just grabbing a towel to wipe down the bar when he caught her last question. Looking around he saw Silent over at a table talking to some customers.-

"That's the boss. Need to see her?"

-As he pointed out Silent to the woman he silently hoped she didn't need to see her. I mean the woman had just gotten there. Usually only people who wanted to complain needed to see the owner. Jimmy just so could not afford to lose this job.-

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

The glass of beer was lifted after he set it down. She didn't have to see his hands shaking to know he was an addict. He smelled like it, reaked of it actually. She could smell the drugs as they burnt through his system, yes friends she's your local drug sniffing dog. She gulped down about half of it before she followed his finger. She set the beer down and stared at the woman that could only be Silent. Bad memories flowed to the surface and before her beast could react she slammed every shield down that she had and kept is closed within her. Those amber wolf eyes turned away after a moment. Trust her to pick a place where Silent worked or rather owned. "Hmm. No, I don't need to see her. Just wondering."

Wondering my fancy pantsy ass, Loke had felt that eerie feeling of deja-vu more then once and now she knew why. This was just like New Orleans, minus Wilde and Leon. She shuddered involuntarly, her hand moving to her chest. She set her hand over the fabric, yup she was still alive although she bore the most lovely of scars from New Orleans. Had she been any weaker or not found her old pack to take her in she probably would have died from the damage. But that was the past she hoped. Fingers moved to fold in front of her, damping every ounce of power she had to simply not appear on Silent's radar. She didn't want a confrontation with the Lupa, not here. Not in public.

"Hey Jimmy, can you get my stuff put in a to go box? " She gave the man an apologetic smile, she would finish her beer and wait patiently. After a moment she would turn those wolf eyes on Jimmy just watching him. She felt sorry for him, ugh there was that gassy feeling again. Don't say it, just leave it be. I can't just leave it be. Don't start anything. I'm not staring anything but anyone can see this kid is suffering. Why do you have to be the savior of the human race? Because if I don't show compassion, who will? He's got a job, he's eatting probably and well ... just leave it. You know I can't do that. That's not who I am. This was of course an internal battle in her head. The uncaring versus the caring. She frowned slightly. thumb of her left hand moving over the circular scar in the middle of her right palm. "Hey can I borrow a pen and piece of paper?" When it was handed to her she wrote her hotel phone number down and her name as well as her cellphone before sliding it back to Jimmy. "When you feel it gets to you, call me. I can help you out." Loke had her own problems with addiction. Once she got her food she offered her credit card, when the slip was brought back she signed her name before sliding it back. She would pick up her container and head to the door. Hopefully Jimmy wouldn't look at the slip before she got outside. When he did, he would find a nice healthy tip, healthy as in 200 dollars. Loke had the money to burn but it wasn't out of pity, she wanted to help him if she could. When had she turned into such a mother hen, honestly it was quite odd.

-- Edited by The Bitch Wolf at 13:30, 2008-06-21