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by ViceVersus on Tue Sep 09, 2014 1:23 pm
The bell above the diner door dinged.
" -- Grind it up, sprinkle it -- " a tall, thin man with a shock of reddish-blonde hair and a cheeky grin was saying, "I'm tellin' ya, Romey, it makes for the best damn eggs you'll ever eat. Scout's honor."
"Whadda you care about honor?" the one called Romey growled. He was built stockier. His hair was dark and chin-length. He gave the diner a sweeping once-over.
Both men wore dark formal attire with matching blue ties. They headed straight for the diner's counter. The thin man spun his stool before collapsing on it. The stocky one simply plopped himself down.
"You gotta lighten up, man!" the thin man punched his friend on the shoulder. He was all energy and smiles, rolling around in his seat, taking everything in. "You'd think smashing down a few doors would be therapeutic for ya, right?"
"I can think of one thing I'd like to smash," Romey grunted, head down. He glanced up slightly, and caught the thin man's eyes. They both grinned.
At this, the chipper waitress came over, offering menus and morning specials.
"You boys look ready for the day!" she said sweetly, taking their beverage order.
"Just had a helluva night, actually," the thin man propped his chin on a fist, gazing adoringly at the waitress, batting bright blue eyes. "Can I get a tall cup of you, to go?"
"Excuse my partner," Romey said, smirking wolfishly. "He gets a little loopy without a good night of sleep."
Unoffended, the waitress finished up their coffee order, and whisked back into the kitchen. A few minutes passed. The two men chatted a bit -- well, the thin man chatted, the stocky one just listened.
The thin man spun around on his stool, legs splayed. He was tall enough he could slouch against the bar with his legs still flat on the floor. He also did a scan of the diner, gaze resting for a half-second on Eleanor and her pile of food.
Just then, their waitress returned to take a food order. Romey went first.
"Full stack of pancakes," the thick-set man said in his soft, rumbling voice. "Oh, and two side orders of bacon. Any way to make that extra thick, do so."
"Feelin' hungry this morning?" the waitress beamed, scribbling on her notepad.
"It's like he said -- " Romey nudged the thin man beside him. "We had a helluva night."
But the thin man wasn't paying attention. For the first time since walking through the door, his spastic energy abated somewhat. He took in Eleanor's pale, emaciated appearance and the food in front of her. His blue eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hux," Romey grunted. "Tell the lady what you want!"
"Sorry!" the man called Hux spun around again, all energy once more. He slapped a palm on the counter. "Sorry, so sorry. Was just lost in thought for a moment. Yes, I'll have your Grand Slam, on cinnamon toast instead of the rye .. "
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