Open RP post

[osteological]

1. Comment with one of yours, leave a prompt or instructions if you so desire!
2. Grab one of my peeps (here) or leave it up to chance!
3. ???
4. PROFIT!

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[studieswaitressing]

[Scummy diner? Check. Last patron didn't tip her at all?

Also check. She sighs, grabbing up the cheque with exact change and bringing it over to the counter where they serve singles and keep the till.]

[deadandred]

[And there's a guy with a metal arm sitting at that counter, perhaps idly giving her a once-over and a small nod.]

Rough day?

[studieswaitressing]

[It's those lazy once-overs that keep her from getting tips, because she shoots him a half-hearted disapproval.]

Same 's every day.

[deadandred]

Sorry to hear that. Any way I could make it better?

[studieswaitressing]

..yeah, make sure to leave a tip.

[How does she flirt, it's easier when the guys at the bar are drunk. This whole 'waitressing at a restaurant' thing is kind of a pain in the ass.]

And don't try to grab my butt.

[deadandred]

Don't see why I wouldn't tip you, darlin'. [That's okay, Raven, he's a bit rusty at it himself.]

[studieswaitressing]

I notice you're neatly ignoring the part about my butt.

[She chuckles, though.]

So, you know what you want?

[deadandred]

Well, I won't try and grab it, but I can't promise I won't look.

[There's a bit of a grin.]

...Scrambled eggs and coffee?

[studieswaitressing]

Well, that's a start.

[She nods.]

You want bacon or sausage?

[deadandred]

Bacon sounds great, thanks.

[A little pause.] Name's Bucky, by the way. ['Bucky'. It still feels weird to say that again.]

[studieswaitressing]

Raven.

[She heads to the back to put in his order, and then -- well, there's not that many people in the diner, so she moves over to him.]

Mind if I keep you company? It keeps Mr. White from trying to chat me up.

[deadandred]

Go for it. I'm not goin' anywhere any time soon.

[studieswaitressing]

[She grins.]

So, Bucky. What do you do for work, exactly? And remember, I work at a diner: I'm probably easily impressed.

[deadandred]

Oh, I, uh -- work for the government. Pretty boring, actually.

[studieswaitressing]

At least you're doing something important, then.

[Although some days people sure seem to act like the fate of the nation depended on them getting their bacon extra crispy...]

[deadandred]

Oh, I guess, if sitting around being bored outta my skull counts as important.

[studieswaitressing]

What, do you have a desk job?

[She leans against the counter.]

[deadandred]

Nah. Just started, I'm on probation. [...Not entirely a lie.]

[studieswaitressing]

[Well, that's ... interesting.]

So, is it some sort of hazing thing? If they just make you stand around all day, I think they're pulling your leg.

[deadandred]

...Not really, it's kinda complicated.

[studieswaitressing]

The kind of complicated you don't tell waitresses about, I'm guessing.

[deadandred]

The kind where I say if I told you I'd probably have to kill you.

[studieswaitressing]

I feel like they only say that in the movies. In real life, they'd probably just tell you and then kill you without giving you warning.

/camps in here

[ganking]

[ The little bell above the door signals another customer walking in, and this time he comes with an air of smug amusement. Dean's looking pretty chipper this morning, a rare good mood having graced him which he plans on making even better with a good old, diner fine slice of pie. It's been too long since he's last had any, which is a crime in itself if you ask him. And with Sam behind to research whatever, Dean's not about to lose out on this opportunity to enjoy his favorite dessert without the nagging presence of his health freak little brother.

So hope you have some left, Raven, because he's about to wave you down the moment he catches your attention. ]

Dean's just here for the pie.

[studieswaitressing]

[It's not too long until the end of her shift, but she knows she's going to have to take at least a handful more customers. At least the guy who just came in looks like he's in a good mood.

She heads over to him with a smile that's forced only a little on the edges after grabbing up a menu. It's been seven hours on her feet, okay, and she always gets stuck starting with the lunch-rush.]

Hey -- are you waiting for someone? I can always bring an extra menu by.