Emmy's Diner

The Harley chugged to a crawl in front of the neon glow of the greasy spoon's lights. The tall man in the biker clothing dismounted his bike, removing his helmet and shook his messy, sweaty black hair before glancing up at the sign. The diner's windows allowed him to see through to the diner proper:



He smiled, noting the staff, what appeared to be a few 'regulars' in this city. 'Spade' never been to Raccoon before, but passed it many times on his other trips throughout southern Illinois. Welp, my belly's hankering for something drenched in grease. Coffee... coffee sounds good. A charred greasy spoon cheeseburger, some fries and a coke also sound good. He thought as he slung the helmet under one arm and entered the diner. The tinkle of the bell overhead made his presence known, as an elderly, beefy looking woman in a pink waitress outfit welcomed him to sit. He silently obliged and sets his helmet onto the seat beside him as he sat at one of the window side booths.

When one of the waitresses approached, dressed similarly, she asked for his order. "Coffee to start. Black. Then a cheeseburger, fries, a coke." he answered, with a smile. He tried his best not to look too intimidating, with his large buck knife hanging off his hip:



Covering it with his motorcycle jacket the best he could- since he didn't want to disturb this cosy, small town vibe. Overhead, some local football game was playing, replaying from earlier in the day or something. They showed some guy rushing the quarter back and biting him... it was then he realized it wasn't a football game per say, but a news report. "Shit, rabid football fans in this city..." he half chuckled under his breath as he went to observing some of the people sitting inside the diner.

"That fucking bastard..." fumed the beautiful woman in the '84 Caddie Elderado as she rolled along endless stretch of road with dense woodland in this mountainous region.



She was Jessica Fay, a rather attractive model from Texas, who had just broke up with her manager and fiance and was planning to head back to Texas. She held the big rock in her hand, the large diamond ring he proposed to her with, the one she had foolishly said 'yes' to, the one she was debating about dropping off the side of the interstate as she went 70 in 55 zone. It wasn't the fact he simply smacked her, but went against her wishes that hurt her the most. She said, 'no nudes' even if they were for Hue fuckin' Heffner himself, she wasn't going to do that! And to come from her boyfriend, her-her-EX now! She gave him a right knee to the groin, hours of spinning class paid off as Scot fell to his side and she left Chicago without him!

"Daddy was right... shouldn't never left home with that lying, slimy bastard..." She mumbled. She felt her stomach grumble as she looked at the ring in her hand, dangling over the passing pavement, the cool wind flowing through her long reddish brown hair. She paused... and saw the sign: "RACCOON CITY" approaching and decided to withdraw her hand. "No... why toss away something I could profit off of?" She sighed, tucking the ring back into the thin red hoodie she had over her shoulders. She was a little chilly, now thinking of it... she was wearing a thin tank top which expressed how cold she was- you could see her glass cutting, rock hard nipples embossing the grey-white fabric. Then she had yoga pants, and the fanny pack, with a pair of hightops on her feet. She wiped her eyes free of tears of anger, and flicked her turn signal as she rode up to the exit. She was going to let herself go, let off some steam while she's at it. Maybe even crawl into a bed with a stranger while she was on a roll. The world was her oyster!

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She rolled up to the small, quaint, greasy spoon and smiled a little. It reminded her of saturday night trips to the local diner with her father back when she was a kid. She smiled, and decided it was as good a place as any to have a bite to eat.

As she entered the small diner's door, the bell wrinkled above and she was greeted. She walked up to the counters, taking a seat at the far end, close to the bathroom where the smoking signs hung overhead.



She was a tall woman, tall and pretty, she caught the eyes of many of the regulars as she made her way over and sat at the half dirty counter, setting her purse on it and pulled out a pack of Lone Wolf cigarettes. Sticking one between her plush lips, she drew out the zippo from her purse and began to flick the wheel. Sparks flew, but... no flame. Just like my love life... ugh... She thought pessimistically. "Dammit...!" she grumbled under her breath, and continued to flick the lighter's wheel. She could hear a bike rolling up to the diner, and she ignored the arrival of another patron, as she tried to light the damn cigarette! "Fucking... light...!" She mumbled under her breath, cursing herself for not having refueled it before she left her hotel in Chicago...

Spade glanced over to the woman who didn't look exactly like a local, trying to desperately light her cigarette. He'd been in many dives, diners and bars to know that that... that was not worth investigating. Nope, not getting into that can of worms again. It has Pasadena all over that. He thought as the waitress brought him his cup of joe. "Thanks." he says softly, and turned his attention to the others. People watching was a hobby of his, given his drifting nature. He glanced up at the television hanging in the corner of the wall again, and saw the CRTV begin to gain a helluvalot of static bleeding through the picture. He blinked at that, but didn't think too hard about it. He glanced back to the others at the Diner now...

September 24th, 1998
7:10 PM... Emmy's Diner

It was late and Trent had worked up an appetite after hitting the treadmill. He had cleaned up at the gym and put on fresh clothes, a nondescript leather jacket with a gray t-shirt, brown belt, and jeans. His bangs hung just above his hazel eyes though he could have styled it if he wanted too.



He rolled up to Emmy's in his '98 Honda Accord, a humble ride that rarely if ever attracted attention. He immediately spotted the vehicles of two people from out of town, the white convertible and the motorcycle sat alone in front of the diner. He knew right away they were from out of town because only a few people would bother with Emmy's at this time of night. People from out of town aren't that uncommon, but still...

Trent was a creature of habit and hated when anything threw off his routine, but this was minor enough it could be overlooked. What he was not expecting was the look of the two new people as he nonchalantly entered. One cut an intimidating figure with the bowie knife hanging off his hip, and the other.....well the other was not someone Trent could take his eyes off of. My god look at the curves on her. Play it cool Trent, play it cool....

The redhead was struggling to light her cigarette and was obviously becoming frustrated with it. Being the gentlemen he was, Trent couldn't leave her without help. He kept a functioning zippo on his person in case he ever needed a distraction to hightail it way from a locale. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled his lighter out, walked up to the very curvy specimen, and sparked the flame to life before saying, "Mind if I lend a hand?"

"Dammit... dammit...!" She mumbled under her breath, ignoring the tinkling of the bell and the approaching footfalls, too irritated and yet focused on her task to notice them really. She was about ready to toss her lighter when she heard the voice:

BastionCon wrote:
The redhead was struggling to light her cigarette and was obviously becoming frustrated with it. Being the gentlemen he was, Trent couldn't leave her without help. He kept a functioning zippo on his person in case he ever needed a distraction to hightail it way from a locale. With a flick of his wrist, he pulled his lighter out, walked up to the very curvy specimen, and sparked the flame to life before saying, "Mind if I lend a hand?"

She paused, turning to face the young man with her large brown eyes. Due to the copper color of her hair, her eyes were almost red in color as well, but a simple trick of the light. She had the cigarette hanging limply from her lower lip, and she bats her long, dark lashes as she inspects the handsome fellow before her. He had short dark hair, a lean but athletic build and enthralling hazel eyes. The word 'vampire' appeared in her mind playfully, and she smiled at that. "Hm?" She then realized he was offering her a light, and she blinked. "O-oh, thank you." she stuttered, leaning close as to catch the flame upon the end of her cigarette. She puffed a little, and then inhaled as the end took the flame and drew back as she inhaled. While she was leaning forwards, the handsome stranger would likely have a nice look from his angle, down her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra, already evident by her embossed, hard as rock nipples due to the chilly air, but he could see part of her toned stomach, see the huge, gelatinous masses swing and squish together as she moved about, their apparent suppleness was more than clearly evident by how they moved~

She leaned back, seemingly to be none the wiser, the cig caught between her left index and middle fingers, inhaling deeply before letting out a smooth, slow exhale of smoke with a sigh of relief. "Haaaah... thanks. I needed that, hon~" She purred, the Texan draw spilling out slightly as she blinked up at him. "Damn lighter, should have filled it before I left Chicago, but eh... you're a life saver." She giggled playfully.

Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

September 24th, 1998
7:11 PM... Emmy's Diner

'Sapphire' stepped out of the woman's bathroom, having tossed the rest of the blunt down the toilet. That 'Cory' who sold her the shitty 'herb blend' would have a piece of her mind later, if she bothered to find him at the campus when she got back. She was a tall, bodacious woman, but she was also pale as the dead and wore enough black to make Johnny Cash impressed:



She was a 21 year old med student who studied at Raccoon University, was a local who went by the name of 'Samantha' at one point, was valedictorian at the private high school for the whiz kids and Umbrella employees 'Ivy Private High' which was only a stones throw away from the University on the other side of the Circular River. But now... she was 'Sapphire' to those who cared to know.

She paused to glance over at the woman and that one guy...? She had seen him here often, and they may have spoken a few times here and there or was that someone else? She shrugged, and made her way back to her seat somewhat close by, her large bosom jiggling and bouncing as she walked. Her Uni books upon the surface of the table beside a half finished order of french fries, and a strawberry milkshake. She sat back down and propped her chin up with one hand, and continued studying the anatomy of a canine's jaws. She glanced back up, and her emerald gaze fell upon the other out of towner, some biker guy towards the entrance. He was kinda on the cute side, like the other guy hitting up the supermodel to the right of her. She sighed and went back to silently studying, dipping her fries into her shake, debating about yanking a cigarette herself from her nearby pack.

The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.

BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.

Spade wrote:The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.  

She took a break to light a cigarette herself, and rolled her jade, lidded gaze back to the biker who winked at her with a smirk before turning to resume watching the TV static. She blinked at that. ...you don't just initiate a flirtatious pass and then turn away! She thought, puffing her cheeks, before sticking her pink tongue out at him, the silver bead stud visible before she withdrew it back to her painted ebony lips. She returned her attention down to her books, her breasts half squished against the surface of the table, her deep cleavage deepening more, dark shadows between a pair of snowy white mountains with a deep, plunging crevasse which was hard to ignore from any who could see down into those dark, abyssal, depths.

Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh  and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.  

At her discretion, Trent took a seat next to the woman who could only be a model. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Jessica." He made sure to put an emphasis on the Miss as he could tell by her demeanor and the ring itself something must have happened recently. "Murray's Pawn is actually a few blocks away, but sadly they close their doors at 7." He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned his head into his fist, only casually taking in the view of Jessica after she squeezed his hand. The jacket stretched against his bicep, partly showing off his toned arms without even meaning to.

"There's not a lot to do or see in Raccoon City, but if you're free tonight, I could keep you company. It's not every day someone as beautiful as you comes into town." Trent was rather brazen in asking Jessica out, surprising even himself for the moment. Well shit, I hope that wasn't too much. He kept his gaze steady on her eyes however, even if her rock hard nipples were practically screaming for his attention...

BastionCon wrote:

Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh  and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.  

At her discretion, Trent took a seat next to the woman who could only be a model. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Jessica." He made sure to put an emphasis on the Miss as he could tell by her demeanor and the ring itself something must have happened recently. "Murray's Pawn is actually a few blocks away, but sadly they close their doors at 7." He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned his head into his fist, only casually taking in the view of Jessica after she squeezed his hand. The jacket stretched against his bicep, partly showing off his toned arms without even meaning to.

"There's not a lot to do or see in Raccoon City, but if you're free tonight, I could keep you company. It's not every day someone as beautiful as you comes into town." Trent was rather brazen in asking Jessica out, surprising even himself for the moment. Well shit, I hope that wasn't too much. He kept his gaze steady on her eyes however, even if her rock hard nipples were practically screaming for his attention...

She nodded. "Yup, back to single life for me," she replied, not even wanting to correct him. "nothing says 'fuck you, goodbye' more than pawning off his rock." she says, pulling out the immaculate ring:



She knew it was worth more than this 'Murray's' place would probably offer, but she didn't really care. Hell, if it fell out of her pocket or into the drain she wouldn't be fussed either. She sighed, shaking her head. "Three years gone to waste..." she mumbled, letting the ring fall between her fingers like a coin, still holding it out when she thought she heard Trent asking her out.



She blinked, and turned to face him. His nonchalant, bold proposition and his confident demeanor made her intrigued... as did his fine biceps she could see from the openings of his jacket. She leaned on the counter, in a similar pose, twirling the ring on her finger as he stared into her eyes intensely. "Not every day I get to meet someone so bold to ask me out within moments of meeting me either, hon." she smirked playfully, her crossed, shapely legs shifting, her tight spandex pants hissing as she switched her crossed legs and slid her opposite leg across her other one.

Jessica then propped her elbow against her thigh, her hand holding her chin as she leaned towards Trent. "...well, Trent seeing as I have been single for the last seven or so hours, and I'm feelin' up for adventure, I humbly accept your offer~" She says with heavy lidded eyes, taking a long drag from her cigarette with her smirking, plush red lips. She then blew a steady stream of smoke, and smirked:



"...What do you say to that, handsome?" She purred, batting her long lashes.

Sapphire wrote:

Spade wrote:The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.  

She took a break to light a cigarette herself, and rolled her jade, lidded gaze back to the biker who winked at her with a smirk before turning to resume watching the TV static. She blinked at that. ...you don't just initiate a flirtatious pass and then turn away! She thought, puffing her cheeks, before sticking her pink tongue out at him, the silver bead stud visible before she withdrew it back to her painted ebony lips. She returned her attention down to her books, her breasts half squished against the surface of the table, her deep cleavage deepening more, dark shadows between a pair of snowy white mountains with a deep, plunging crevasse which was hard to ignore from any who could see down into those dark, abyssal, depths.

Spade, dissatisfied with the growing static once again, sighed as he waits for his food. The coffee was... okay, it do the job for his tired body and eyes but not much for his growing hunger. He decided to try and fill himself up again by people watching. The Deputy Sherriff was half asleep in his cherry pie, nodding off from what appeared to have been a hectic day. There was also a waitress chatting with some other, older gentleman. He turned his attention back to the model, who was becoming very chummy with the guy who just entered with the leather jacket, which was nice to see-



-that was till the Goth's curvaceous, deep plunging breasts squished against her table as she leaned against it. No bra, big tits, no problem...! Well, I don't condone the combination of french fries and a strawberry milkshake, I guess I cant complain for them contributing to the scenic view of this snowy, yet dark and alluring landscape which stands out before me~ Ah what am I kidding? She's got a nice face and body. Could be fun to tease her... but before I get ahead of myself... lessee... she's studying animal biology? If I were to hazard a guess... its either for studying the more efficient methods to sacrifice goats to the Dark Prince or whatever Satanic BS, or she is studying at the college to be a Veterinarian? Hmm... looks, smarts... He thought to himself when he noticed her sticking her pierced tongue out at him, having turned to see her at the right moment. And she's got a 'sharp tongue' too! Heh, I'm killing myself with these puns. Maybe if its not a school night, I'll ask the ray of sunshine if she'd like a ride. He thought, and could already imagine her giving him the cold shoulder or splashing her milkshake on him. Still... be a free milkshake, not that he approved of the strawberry flavor...

Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:

Jessica Fay wrote:

BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh  and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.  

At her discretion, Trent took a seat next to the woman who could only be a model. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Jessica." He made sure to put an emphasis on the Miss as he could tell by her demeanor and the ring itself something must have happened recently. "Murray's Pawn is actually a few blocks away, but sadly they close their doors at 7." He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned his head into his fist, only casually taking in the view of Jessica after she squeezed his hand. The jacket stretched against his bicep, partly showing off his toned arms without even meaning to.

"There's not a lot to do or see in Raccoon City, but if you're free tonight, I could keep you company. It's not every day someone as beautiful as you comes into town." Trent was rather brazen in asking Jessica out, surprising even himself for the moment. Well shit, I hope that wasn't too much. He kept his gaze steady on her eyes however, even if her rock hard nipples were practically screaming for his attention...

She nodded. "Yup, back to single life for me," she replied, not even wanting to correct him. "nothing says 'fuck you, goodbye' more than pawning off his rock." she says, pulling out the immaculate ring:



She knew it was worth more than this 'Murray's' place would probably offer, but she didn't really care. Hell, if it fell out of her pocket or into the drain she wouldn't be fussed either. She sighed, shaking her head. "Three years gone to waste..." she mumbled, letting the ring fall between her fingers like a coin, still holding it out when she thought she heard Trent asking her out.



She blinked, and turned to face him. His nonchalant, bold proposition and his confident demeanor made her intrigued... as did his fine biceps she could see from the openings of his jacket. She leaned on the counter, in a similar pose, twirling the ring on her finger as he stared into her eyes intensely. "Not every day I get to meet someone so bold to ask me out within moments of meeting me either, hon." she smirked playfully, her crossed, shapely legs shifting, her tight spandex pants hissing as she switched her crossed legs and slid her opposite leg across her other one.

Jessica then propped her elbow against her thigh, her hand holding her chin as she leaned towards Trent. "...well, Trent seeing as I have been single for the last seven or so hours, and I'm feelin' up for adventure, I humbly accept your offer~" She says with heavy lidded eyes, taking a long drag from her cigarette with her smirking, plush red lips. She then blew a steady stream of smoke, and smirked:



"...What do you say to that, handsome?" She purred, batting her long lashes.

"Well Red, I'd be crazy to anything but yes." Trent leaned into close to Jessica and gave his reply in a lower, deeper voice. He really didn't know what was coming over him, but this woman seemed to bring a different, more extroverted side of himself. Let's just hope this doesn't lead to trouble like the last time....

He watched her every move, all of them almost deliberate in highlighting every sensual curve of her body. This woman knew exactly what she was doing, and Trent was allowing himself to fall for hook, line, and sinker. Not that he minded. It had been quite a long time since he'd been with a woman, especially someone as beautiful as Jessica. He was probably a bit rusty when it came to anything intimate, but she was forthcoming enough she probably wouldn't mind. At least he'd actually cleaned his apartment for once a few nights ago.

"We'll see if we can't make your troubles go away. If you're thirsty, I know a bar or two close by that could whet our whistles after a quick meal, or we could just see the sights for a short while. I know a private place in the park we could hideaway to if you want some fresh air. Or if you want to do anything else, just say the word. Simply think of me as your personal tour guide and chauffer tonight." Trent winked and gave a slight bow of his head after offering possible activities while the beauty puffed away at her cigarette. He also flashed a toothy smile that was more goofy than alluring despite his efforts.

A quick glance around the bar revealed Trent wasn't the only one having good luck tonight, it looked like the goth regular he'd noticed a few times was also casting out her line.

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BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh  and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.  

At her discretion, Trent took a seat next to the woman who could only be a model. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Jessica." He made sure to put an emphasis on the Miss as he could tell by her demeanor and the ring itself something must have happened recently. "Murray's Pawn is actually a few blocks away, but sadly they close their doors at 7." He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned his head into his fist, only casually taking in the view of Jessica after she squeezed his hand. The jacket stretched against his bicep, partly showing off his toned arms without even meaning to.

"There's not a lot to do or see in Raccoon City, but if you're free tonight, I could keep you company. It's not every day someone as beautiful as you comes into town." Trent was rather brazen in asking Jessica out, surprising even himself for the moment. Well shit, I hope that wasn't too much. He kept his gaze steady on her eyes however, even if her rock hard nipples were practically screaming for his attention...

She nodded. "Yup, back to single life for me," she replied, not even wanting to correct him. "nothing says 'fuck you, goodbye' more than pawning off his rock." she says, pulling out the immaculate ring:



She knew it was worth more than this 'Murray's' place would probably offer, but she didn't really care. Hell, if it fell out of her pocket or into the drain she wouldn't be fussed either. She sighed, shaking her head. "Three years gone to waste..." she mumbled, letting the ring fall between her fingers like a coin, still holding it out when she thought she heard Trent asking her out.



She blinked, and turned to face him. His nonchalant, bold proposition and his confident demeanor made her intrigued... as did his fine biceps she could see from the openings of his jacket. She leaned on the counter, in a similar pose, twirling the ring on her finger as he stared into her eyes intensely. "Not every day I get to meet someone so bold to ask me out within moments of meeting me either, hon." she smirked playfully, her crossed, shapely legs shifting, her tight spandex pants hissing as she switched her crossed legs and slid her opposite leg across her other one.

Jessica then propped her elbow against her thigh, her hand holding her chin as she leaned towards Trent. "...well, Trent seeing as I have been single for the last seven or so hours, and I'm feelin' up for adventure, I humbly accept your offer~" She says with heavy lidded eyes, taking a long drag from her cigarette with her smirking, plush red lips. She then blew a steady stream of smoke, and smirked:



"...What do you say to that, handsome?" She purred, batting her long lashes.

"Well Red, I'd be crazy to anything but yes." Trent leaned into close to Jessica and gave his reply in a lower, deeper voice. He really didn't know what was coming over him, but this woman seemed to bring a different, more extroverted side of himself. Let's just hope this doesn't lead to trouble like the last time....

He watched her every move, all of them almost deliberate in highlighting every sensual curve of her body. This woman knew exactly what she was doing, and Trent was allowing himself to fall for hook, line, and sinker. Not that he minded. It had been quite a long time since he'd been with a woman, especially someone as beautiful as Jessica. He was probably a bit rusty when it came to anything intimate, but she was forthcoming enough she probably wouldn't mind. At least he'd actually cleaned his apartment for once a few nights ago.

"We'll see if we can't make your troubles go away. If you're thirsty, I know a bar or two close by that could whet our whistles after a quick meal, or we could just see the sights for a short while. I know a private place in the park we could hideaway to if you want some fresh air. Or if you want to do anything else, just say the word. Simply think of me as your personal tour guide and chauffer tonight." Trent winked and gave a slight bow of his head after offering possible activities while the beauty puffed away at her cigarette. He also flashed a toothy smile that was more goofy than alluring despite his efforts.

A quick glance around the bar revealed Trent wasn't the only one having good luck tonight, it looked like the goth regular he'd noticed a few times was also casting out her line.

Jessica hummed positively, enjoying her cigarette as he went into detail on what they could do. "You know, I really could use a drink or two~" She playfully chuckled, leaning a little closer to him. "I could skip dinner, and go for dessert~" She winked taking another drag of her cigarette before blowing out a ring of smoke, and dabbing the excess ashes into a nearby tray. "Lets start with that~" she cooed. She began rummaging through her purse, and produced her keys, before sliding them down the counter beside him. "You didn't drive here, did you?" She asked. "After all... you did say you'd be my chauffer~" She winked with a mischievous grin.

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BastionCon wrote:Trent got an eyeful and then some as the stranger leaned forward to light her cigarette. She took a nice, long drag and puffed out a small cloud of smoke before thanking him. "Not a problem at all. I like to help out where I can." He gave her a genuine smile and even laughed slightly at her accent, recognizing it as Texan in nature.

"From the sounds of it you're pretty far from home. Raccoon City's not exactly the most exciting place so you must just be passing through, I take it?" Trent asked without trying to pry too much, still standing next to the sultry figure Jessica cut. "Oh  and the name's Trent by the way. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He extended a friendly hand and and glanced at the seat next to her to see if she might offer it to him.

The tv in the corner of the room continued to blare static until one of the waitresses finally bothered to change the channel to the local news as they rattled on about the weather...

She crossed her legs, bending her elbow so the cigarette smoke wouldn't roll into their faces. "Heh, eventually. Just drove all the way from Chicago, so needed a place to take a break. Its a long way home, as you say." She winked. As she saw him linger there, clearly interested and wanting to take a seat she waved her hand down to it, turning so she could face him. Her tight, black, yoga pants hissed as she rubbed her shapely legs across one another and as he took his seat she continued: "Besides... I'm looking for a pawn shop who might give me a good deal, so I might extend my stay."

Heh, he's a cute one for sure. I mean... why not entertain myself after the shit day I've had? May as well... She thought, and couldn't argue with such logic. Besides, she instantly found him sweet in his mannerisms as he introduced himself as Trent, and she smiled back. "...Jessica." She replied back, taking his hand. "Tis a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mr. Trent." She says as she clasped his hand in a slightly playful, energetic and maybe... flirtatious manner as she gave him a warm smile and half lidded brown eyes.  

At her discretion, Trent took a seat next to the woman who could only be a model. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Ms. Jessica." He made sure to put an emphasis on the Miss as he could tell by her demeanor and the ring itself something must have happened recently. "Murray's Pawn is actually a few blocks away, but sadly they close their doors at 7." He placed his left arm on the counter and leaned his head into his fist, only casually taking in the view of Jessica after she squeezed his hand. The jacket stretched against his bicep, partly showing off his toned arms without even meaning to.

"There's not a lot to do or see in Raccoon City, but if you're free tonight, I could keep you company. It's not every day someone as beautiful as you comes into town." Trent was rather brazen in asking Jessica out, surprising even himself for the moment. Well shit, I hope that wasn't too much. He kept his gaze steady on her eyes however, even if her rock hard nipples were practically screaming for his attention...

She nodded. "Yup, back to single life for me," she replied, not even wanting to correct him. "nothing says 'fuck you, goodbye' more than pawning off his rock." she says, pulling out the immaculate ring:



She knew it was worth more than this 'Murray's' place would probably offer, but she didn't really care. Hell, if it fell out of her pocket or into the drain she wouldn't be fussed either. She sighed, shaking her head. "Three years gone to waste..." she mumbled, letting the ring fall between her fingers like a coin, still holding it out when she thought she heard Trent asking her out.



She blinked, and turned to face him. His nonchalant, bold proposition and his confident demeanor made her intrigued... as did his fine biceps she could see from the openings of his jacket. She leaned on the counter, in a similar pose, twirling the ring on her finger as he stared into her eyes intensely. "Not every day I get to meet someone so bold to ask me out within moments of meeting me either, hon." she smirked playfully, her crossed, shapely legs shifting, her tight spandex pants hissing as she switched her crossed legs and slid her opposite leg across her other one.

Jessica then propped her elbow against her thigh, her hand holding her chin as she leaned towards Trent. "...well, Trent seeing as I have been single for the last seven or so hours, and I'm feelin' up for adventure, I humbly accept your offer~" She says with heavy lidded eyes, taking a long drag from her cigarette with her smirking, plush red lips. She then blew a steady stream of smoke, and smirked:



"...What do you say to that, handsome?" She purred, batting her long lashes.

"Well Red, I'd be crazy to anything but yes." Trent leaned into close to Jessica and gave his reply in a lower, deeper voice. He really didn't know what was coming over him, but this woman seemed to bring a different, more extroverted side of himself. Let's just hope this doesn't lead to trouble like the last time....

He watched her every move, all of them almost deliberate in highlighting every sensual curve of her body. This woman knew exactly what she was doing, and Trent was allowing himself to fall for hook, line, and sinker. Not that he minded. It had been quite a long time since he'd been with a woman, especially someone as beautiful as Jessica. He was probably a bit rusty when it came to anything intimate, but she was forthcoming enough she probably wouldn't mind. At least he'd actually cleaned his apartment for once a few nights ago.

"We'll see if we can't make your troubles go away. If you're thirsty, I know a bar or two close by that could whet our whistles after a quick meal, or we could just see the sights for a short while. I know a private place in the park we could hideaway to if you want some fresh air. Or if you want to do anything else, just say the word. Simply think of me as your personal tour guide and chauffer tonight." Trent winked and gave a slight bow of his head after offering possible activities while the beauty puffed away at her cigarette. He also flashed a toothy smile that was more goofy than alluring despite his efforts.

A quick glance around the bar revealed Trent wasn't the only one having good luck tonight, it looked like the goth regular he'd noticed a few times was also casting out her line.

Jessica hummed positively, enjoying her cigarette as he went into detail on what they could do. "You know, I really could use a drink or two~" She playfully chuckled, leaning a little closer to him. "I could skip dinner, and go for dessert~" She winked taking another drag of her cigarette before blowing out a ring of smoke, and dabbing the excess ashes into a nearby tray. "Lets start with that~" she cooed. She began rummaging through her purse, and produced her keys, before sliding them down the counter beside him. "You didn't drive here, did you?" She asked. "After all... you did say you'd be my chauffer~" She winked with a mischievous grin.

"I did drive, but I'm not worried about my car. Nobody's going to steal that thing. Now what ride do we have here?" Trent asked and was impressed when she pointed out the Cadillac in the parking lot. "My, my Miss Jessica. You certainly aren't lacking in style, I'm going to have to up my game." Trent winked at her and brushed his left hand against hers while rising to his feet. "Then let's go get those drinks, eh?" He offered the model his hand and let his mind wander as to where the night might proceed...

"Well, my ex liked to think I was a Barbie- that I needed a car to match my appearance. Can't say that I don't agree with that... she's a smooth ride." Jess explained. She found him an attractive sort, this Trent. "Sounds like a good plan to me~" She purred, taking his hand.

Jessica Fay wrote:"Well, my ex liked to think I was a Barbie- that I needed a car to match my appearance. Can't say that I don't agree with that... she's a smooth ride." Jess explained. She found him an attractive sort, this Trent. "Sounds like a good plan to me~" She purred, taking his hand.

"Your ex sounds like something of a douche just from what I've heard so far. But at least he had something akin to taste." Trent allowed Jessica to take his hand as he scooped up the keys and escorted his date out to her car. "I'll make sure to drive carefully too. Don't want anything happening to this beauty of a car or its even prettier owner." He chuckled once they were outside and standing under the starry sky. It was a cool, September night and perfect for taking a lovely lady out into town.

"We'll be heading to J's Bar. It's a local dive that's got plenty of personality, not to mention some of the harder hitting whiskey in Raccoon City." Trent wagered Jessica might be a hard liquor kind of gal, but he didn't want to assume just yet. He opened the passenger door for her like a gentlemen and admired her ample butt as she sat down before closing the door behind her. He raced around to the driver's side and hopped in without opening the door, eager to give the Caddy a drive.

He placed the key into the ignition and admired the roar of the engine as it the car came to life. It was definitely a good night after all, enough to take his mind off the numerous strange things that had happened in Raccoon lately. Of course, they were going to be downtown in the thick of the source of rumors tonight, but Trent was willing to overlook his paranoia for one night at least. He might as well enjoy himself before finally enacting his plan of vacating in a week's time. "Just listen to this purr. I'm not much of a car guy, but I have to give credit where credit's due." He continued admiring the fine ride and Jessica herself, beaming as he backed out of the parking lot and began driving down Ema Street with the wind in their hair.

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Spade wrote:The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.  

She took a break to light a cigarette herself, and rolled her jade, lidded gaze back to the biker who winked at her with a smirk before turning to resume watching the TV static. She blinked at that. ...you don't just initiate a flirtatious pass and then turn away! She thought, puffing her cheeks, before sticking her pink tongue out at him, the silver bead stud visible before she withdrew it back to her painted ebony lips. She returned her attention down to her books, her breasts half squished against the surface of the table, her deep cleavage deepening more, dark shadows between a pair of snowy white mountains with a deep, plunging crevasse which was hard to ignore from any who could see down into those dark, abyssal, depths.

Spade, dissatisfied with the growing static once again, sighed as he waits for his food. The coffee was... okay, it do the job for his tired body and eyes but not much for his growing hunger. He decided to try and fill himself up again by people watching. The Deputy Sherriff was half asleep in his cherry pie, nodding off from what appeared to have been a hectic day. There was also a waitress chatting with some other, older gentleman. He turned his attention back to the model, who was becoming very chummy with the guy who just entered with the leather jacket, which was nice to see-



-that was till the Goth's curvaceous, deep plunging breasts squished against her table as she leaned against it. No bra, big tits, no problem...! Well, I don't condone the combination of french fries and a strawberry milkshake, I guess I cant complain for them contributing to the scenic view of this snowy, yet dark and alluring landscape which stands out before me~ Ah what am I kidding? She's got a nice face and body. Could be fun to tease her... but before I get ahead of myself... lessee... she's studying animal biology? If I were to hazard a guess... its either for studying the more efficient methods to sacrifice goats to the Dark Prince or whatever Satanic BS, or she is studying at the college to be a Veterinarian? Hmm... looks, smarts... He thought to himself when he noticed her sticking her pierced tongue out at him, having turned to see her at the right moment. And she's got a 'sharp tongue' too! Heh, I'm killing myself with these puns. Maybe if its not a school night, I'll ask the ray of sunshine if she'd like a ride. He thought, and could already imagine her giving him the cold shoulder or splashing her milkshake on him. Still... be a free milkshake, not that he approved of the strawberry flavor...

Sapphire's face took an unusual hue of pink when she realized the biker had turned at the moment of her sticking her tongue out at him:



She nervously shot a glance back down, and continued to study for her upcoming biology exam, smoking as the pair to her right continued to get more intimate. She glanced over to them, cigarette hanging from her painted black lips, and watched as they began to depart in what she could only imagine was a soft core porno ready to happen. She was slightly jealous, but figured her personal appearance must have intimidated the man the model left with- she could tell he was older than both of them, but she liked older men personally.

She then noticed the biker staring over at her again. If you're interested... just make your way over here, dork... She thought, and glanced back down to her studies which she now found troubling thanks to the other pair's banter. Even worse, she could practically feel her face on fire...

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Jessica Fay wrote:"Well, my ex liked to think I was a Barbie- that I needed a car to match my appearance. Can't say that I don't agree with that... she's a smooth ride." Jess explained. She found him an attractive sort, this Trent. "Sounds like a good plan to me~" She purred, taking his hand.

"Your ex sounds like something of a douche just from what I've heard so far. But at least he had something akin to taste." Trent allowed Jessica to take his hand as he scooped up the keys and escorted his date out to her car. "I'll make sure to drive carefully too. Don't want anything happening to this beauty of a car or its even prettier owner." He chuckled once they were outside and standing under the starry sky. It was a cool, September night and perfect for taking a lovely lady out into town.

"We'll be heading to J's Bar. It's a local dive that's got plenty of personality, not to mention some of the harder hitting whiskey in Raccoon City." Trent wagered Jessica might be a hard liquor kind of gal, but he didn't want to assume just yet. He opened the passenger door for her like a gentlemen and admired her ample butt as she sat down before closing the door behind her. He raced around to the driver's side and hopped in without opening the door, eager to give the Caddy a drive.

He placed the key into the ignition and admired the roar of the engine as it the car came to life. It was definitely a good night after all, enough to take his mind off the numerous strange things that had happened in Raccoon lately. Of course, they were going to be downtown in the thick of the source of rumors tonight, but Trent was willing to overlook his paranoia for one night at least. He might as well enjoy himself before finally enacting his plan of vacating in a week's time. "Just listen to this purr. I'm not much of a car guy, but I have to give credit where credit's due." He continued admiring the fine ride and Jessica herself, beaming as he backed out of the parking lot and began driving down Ema Street with the wind in their hair.

"Oh I assure you he is." She agreed. "I'd give'em another kick to the balls if he ever decides to show his worthless face around me again!" Jess says with puffed cheeks, before relaxing somewhat thanks to Trent's comment. "Heh, you're just so sweet, hon~" She hummed, not only taking his hand now, but pulling his arm into her chest with her arms wrapped around it. Her bosom was plush, warm... real. Not a hint of silicone, she was au naturel~

She let him lead her to the car, and he even opened the side door like a proper gentlemen. "Bless your heart, being so sweet on me~" Jessica giggled, taking a seat in the passenger side. She giggled at his remark about the vehicle, sliding her hand into the folds of her scarlet hair as she turned to him. "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" She exclaimed as they went down the road, towards J's Bar in West Raccoon:

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Spade wrote:The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.  

She took a break to light a cigarette herself, and rolled her jade, lidded gaze back to the biker who winked at her with a smirk before turning to resume watching the TV static. She blinked at that. ...you don't just initiate a flirtatious pass and then turn away! She thought, puffing her cheeks, before sticking her pink tongue out at him, the silver bead stud visible before she withdrew it back to her painted ebony lips. She returned her attention down to her books, her breasts half squished against the surface of the table, her deep cleavage deepening more, dark shadows between a pair of snowy white mountains with a deep, plunging crevasse which was hard to ignore from any who could see down into those dark, abyssal, depths.

Spade, dissatisfied with the growing static once again, sighed as he waits for his food. The coffee was... okay, it do the job for his tired body and eyes but not much for his growing hunger. He decided to try and fill himself up again by people watching. The Deputy Sherriff was half asleep in his cherry pie, nodding off from what appeared to have been a hectic day. There was also a waitress chatting with some other, older gentleman. He turned his attention back to the model, who was becoming very chummy with the guy who just entered with the leather jacket, which was nice to see-



-that was till the Goth's curvaceous, deep plunging breasts squished against her table as she leaned against it. No bra, big tits, no problem...! Well, I don't condone the combination of french fries and a strawberry milkshake, I guess I cant complain for them contributing to the scenic view of this snowy, yet dark and alluring landscape which stands out before me~ Ah what am I kidding? She's got a nice face and body. Could be fun to tease her... but before I get ahead of myself... lessee... she's studying animal biology? If I were to hazard a guess... its either for studying the more efficient methods to sacrifice goats to the Dark Prince or whatever Satanic BS, or she is studying at the college to be a Veterinarian? Hmm... looks, smarts... He thought to himself when he noticed her sticking her pierced tongue out at him, having turned to see her at the right moment. And she's got a 'sharp tongue' too! Heh, I'm killing myself with these puns. Maybe if its not a school night, I'll ask the ray of sunshine if she'd like a ride. He thought, and could already imagine her giving him the cold shoulder or splashing her milkshake on him. Still... be a free milkshake, not that he approved of the strawberry flavor...

Sapphire's face took an unusual hue of pink when she realized the biker had turned at the moment of her sticking her tongue out at him:



She nervously shot a glance back down, and continued to study for her upcoming biology exam, smoking as the pair to her right continued to get more intimate. She glanced over to them, cigarette hanging from her painted black lips, and watched as they began to depart in what she could only imagine was a soft core porno ready to happen. She was slightly jealous, but figured her personal appearance must have intimidated the man the model left with- she could tell he was older than both of them, but she liked older men personally.

She then noticed the biker staring over at her again. If you're interested... just make your way over here, dork... She thought, and glanced back down to her studies which she now found troubling thanks to the other pair's banter. Even worse, she could practically feel her face on fire...

He didn't want to say it, but Spade upon noticing the girl blush could only think of a Harlequin. Yeah... best keep that one to yourself! He thought, trying to keep himself from chuckling. He noticed that her eyes darted back to him impatiently, still flustered as she 'studied'. She's kinda adorable when she's all flustered. How she can study over all the flirting from the other two is beyond me. He thought, whilst waiting for his order. He heard the bell wrinkle as the other couple left. He found himself looking back up at the TV, the picture going fuzzy again, which then forced one of the waitresses to turn it off out of frustration. This limited much of his attempt not to seem interested in talking with the Goth, but he held out for the moment. He glanced back to her, then the kitchen... where the hell was his order...?

He closed his blue eyes and sighed heavily. ...its not admitting defeat. He thought to himself, standing up, and proceeding over to the woman. His boots clunked on the vinyl black and white tile, his heavy foot falls would not hide his approach as he strode up to the goth with a serious look...

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Spade wrote:The drifter kept to himself as he went from watching the static to the conversation between the woman and the man who looked like he may have recently left the gym or park. There was also some Sheriff Deputy falling asleep in the corner, a couple waitresses and the cook-

The sound of flushing and the door opening from the ladies restroom made him turn to the...



He blinked, then smiled. Goth gals still in scene? Nice. I'll have to admit too, even with the heavy Marylin Manson makeup, she's a looker. He thought and when she glanced up at him, he winked, before turning away with a smile, to resume drinking his coffee. He looked up at the tv as the waitress finally changed the channel to a local weather station. Nothing out of the ordinary, unlike whatever happened at that sports game earlier in the day.  

She took a break to light a cigarette herself, and rolled her jade, lidded gaze back to the biker who winked at her with a smirk before turning to resume watching the TV static. She blinked at that. ...you don't just initiate a flirtatious pass and then turn away! She thought, puffing her cheeks, before sticking her pink tongue out at him, the silver bead stud visible before she withdrew it back to her painted ebony lips. She returned her attention down to her books, her breasts half squished against the surface of the table, her deep cleavage deepening more, dark shadows between a pair of snowy white mountains with a deep, plunging crevasse which was hard to ignore from any who could see down into those dark, abyssal, depths.

Spade, dissatisfied with the growing static once again, sighed as he waits for his food. The coffee was... okay, it do the job for his tired body and eyes but not much for his growing hunger. He decided to try and fill himself up again by people watching. The Deputy Sherriff was half asleep in his cherry pie, nodding off from what appeared to have been a hectic day. There was also a waitress chatting with some other, older gentleman. He turned his attention back to the model, who was becoming very chummy with the guy who just entered with the leather jacket, which was nice to see-



-that was till the Goth's curvaceous, deep plunging breasts squished against her table as she leaned against it. No bra, big tits, no problem...! Well, I don't condone the combination of french fries and a strawberry milkshake, I guess I cant complain for them contributing to the scenic view of this snowy, yet dark and alluring landscape which stands out before me~ Ah what am I kidding? She's got a nice face and body. Could be fun to tease her... but before I get ahead of myself... lessee... she's studying animal biology? If I were to hazard a guess... its either for studying the more efficient methods to sacrifice goats to the Dark Prince or whatever Satanic BS, or she is studying at the college to be a Veterinarian? Hmm... looks, smarts... He thought to himself when he noticed her sticking her pierced tongue out at him, having turned to see her at the right moment. And she's got a 'sharp tongue' too! Heh, I'm killing myself with these puns. Maybe if its not a school night, I'll ask the ray of sunshine if she'd like a ride. He thought, and could already imagine her giving him the cold shoulder or splashing her milkshake on him. Still... be a free milkshake, not that he approved of the strawberry flavor...

Sapphire's face took an unusual hue of pink when she realized the biker had turned at the moment of her sticking her tongue out at him:



She nervously shot a glance back down, and continued to study for her upcoming biology exam, smoking as the pair to her right continued to get more intimate. She glanced over to them, cigarette hanging from her painted black lips, and watched as they began to depart in what she could only imagine was a soft core porno ready to happen. She was slightly jealous, but figured her personal appearance must have intimidated the man the model left with- she could tell he was older than both of them, but she liked older men personally.

She then noticed the biker staring over at her again. If you're interested... just make your way over here, dork... She thought, and glanced back down to her studies which she now found troubling thanks to the other pair's banter. Even worse, she could practically feel her face on fire...

He didn't want to say it, but Spade upon noticing the girl blush could only think of a Harlequin. Yeah... best keep that one to yourself! He thought, trying to keep himself from chuckling. He noticed that her eyes darted back to him impatiently, still flustered as she 'studied'. She's kinda adorable when she's all flustered. How she can study over all the flirting from the other two is beyond me. He thought, whilst waiting for his order. He heard the bell wrinkle as the other couple left. He found himself looking back up at the TV, the picture going fuzzy again, which then forced one of the waitresses to turn it off out of frustration. This limited much of his attempt not to seem interested in talking with the Goth, but he held out for the moment. He glanced back to her, then the kitchen... where the hell was his order...?

He closed his blue eyes and sighed heavily. ...its not admitting defeat. He thought to himself, standing up, and proceeding over to the woman. His boots clunked on the vinyl black and white tile, his heavy foot falls would not hide his approach as he strode up to the goth with a serious look...

Damn it... where was I on this page now? She thought, as her 'heightened state' from the cheap blunt finally began to creep in and she began to relax and somewhat feel mellow. She could hear boot falls. She had tried to ignore him, but now the tall, dark haired biker was making his way over to her! Oh shit, he's coming over! She thought, her face pink yet as she looked back down and errantly turned a page in her text book, to simply look like she was still busy studying. Her lidded green eyes pretended to read the page, re-reading the same sentence as the hot biker made his way over to her, his foot falls heavy and deliberate. She glanced up from her book, noting his serious, dark, expression...

Spade confidently, and silently, slid into the chair opposite of the Goth, and without warning... reached over and took one of her fries! "Mind if I help myself, Elvira?" He asked, as he was already tossing the fry into his mouth! He chewed on it, looking down at her book, even though her breasts were riding the edge of the table, he was curious about the book she was reading. "Animal Biology...?" he mumbled, still chewing on the fry, before swallowing. "...Why does a cow need four stomach's anyway?" He passively asked, just making an excuse to reach for another french fry and devour it.

Spade wrote:Spade confidently, and silently, slid into the chair opposite of the Goth, and without warning... reached over and took one of her fries! "Mind if I help myself, Elvira?" He asked, as he was already tossing the fry into his mouth! He chewed on it, looking down at her book, even though her breasts were riding the edge of the table, he was curious about the book she was reading. "Animal Biology...?" he mumbled, still chewing on the fry, before swallowing. "...Why does a cow need four stomach's anyway?" He passively asked, just making an excuse to reach for another french fry and devour it.

She glanced up at him as he took a french fry from her plate, and just... went to town. "Uh... yah I do mind!" She says, taking the french fry from his hand, and pulled it away before he could eat it! "I don't know, ever tried to consult with a mirror? Get your own fries!" She replied in a husky, irritated manner. Damn... why'd he haveta be a rude one? Grrr... She thought, as she stuck the fry she took back between her ebony lips.

Sapphire wrote:

Spade wrote:Spade confidently, and silently, slid into the chair opposite of the Goth, and without warning... reached over and took one of her fries! "Mind if I help myself, Elvira?" He asked, as he was already tossing the fry into his mouth! He chewed on it, looking down at her book, even though her breasts were riding the edge of the table, he was curious about the book she was reading. "Animal Biology...?" he mumbled, still chewing on the fry, before swallowing. "...Why does a cow need four stomach's anyway?" He passively asked, just making an excuse to reach for another french fry and devour it.

She glanced up at him as he took a french fry from her plate, and just... went to town. "Uh... yah I do mind!" She says, taking the french fry from his hand, and pulled it away before he could eat it! "I don't know, ever tried to consult with a mirror? Get your own fries!" She replied in a husky, irritated manner. Damn... why'd he haveta be a rude one? Grrr... She thought, as she stuck the fry she took back between her ebony lips.

"Oh, I thought I caught a glimpse of something sharp when you stuck your tongue out at me before." He grinned, and as she was bringing the fry to her lips, he swiftly leaned in, and bit the other end of the fry, yanking it from her lips and back into his mouth as he leaned back into his seat with a big grin on his face. "Mm... tashty... lipshtick." he said, whilst chewing on the fry he had tugged free of her mouth in such a bold and swift manner! Though their lips did not touch, he could taste the lipstick that rubbed onto the fried potato. He grabbed another from her plate as he continued. "Well, I did. That and a Cheeseburger, but for some reason service is lousy tonight. So I decided I'd hang out with only person who looks interesting in this place in the meantime. On the plus side, she's really attractive too. You gotta name Elvira?" he asked tossing another stolen french fry into his mouth. To be honest, they were kinda cold and floppy, almost like Burger Kong's, but watching her expression changing was worth the shoe rubber in his mouth.