C was doing a three step process, take a puff on his cigarette, eat some food, watch to see who came in. There was a minor drawback in that sometimes his food tasted like his cigarette which... didn't taste really good, but it was worth it. Kinda. Well, if they had bacon for once; he might consider not smoking while he ate, but the day they did that hell would freeze over, but then again, perhaps they have done it once or twice, and he just never remembers? Well, that was a depressing thought.
He kept his green eyes trained on the door because well, there was no where else to really look besides to stare down at his tray like a beaten down convict which they kinda were. None of the gorgeous nurses were up and so there was no use checking them out, and the kids were kids. Perhaps in a year or five, he would give them the time a day, and if they developed a little more in the breast department. Keeping his eyes on the door had the added bonus of being able to see who he would remember today, but the first one to come in was not someone he remembered. A blond nurse with a respectable rack and nice hips. What? Was he, a passionate man, supposed to notice her hair or her hat? Don't be ridiculous.
C had to admit name tags were his favorite thing about dementia. Was it because it helped him pretend he had remembered who they were? No, it was because he could stare. 'I am not looking at your tag, I am staring at your boobs', he hummed to himself as a silent joke. He would have yelled it, but then C's great con would be over. He couldn't even see the name tag of the blond nurse from here as she hurried over to the other nurses table. Well, C couldn't fault her for that. If their places were switched, there was no way in hell he would want to sit by these screwed up people.
C was pulled out of his pleasant, and base, thoughts by the sudden appearance of a red haired man, but C knew who he was which was always nice.
"Good morning C, do you remember who I am today?"C leaned back in his seat and put on a 'hurt' expression, "As if I could Red." C said and waved his fork, "You say it like I always forget people; I would never." He said back to his bland face. Yes, he was making a rather bad joke, but what else was there to do in a house full of nut jobs and freaks?
Returning his attention to the blond nurse, C shook his head, "Don't you just love name tags?" He asked Red. Now, some would be confused by his question, but C had it on good authority that Red shared his love for a nicely shaped woman, and so he was willing to bet the man would catch his drift.
Movement caught his attention once more as 'I hear dead people' and Mister Royally Fucked in the Head showed up. Did he know their names? Yes, but it was much funnier to think of them like that. Especially since Mister always had that collar on; maybe he had a serious fetish for dogs. If he were a she, C would say that was pretty hot, but as it was a he; it was just weird.
"Huh." C said looking at the two new arrivals, "Did I order extra crazy today?" He asked Red.