Morgan Demara Rizzo's Story

Morgan awoke a little later than normal, and rolled over in bed, moving her hair out of her face and glanced out the window, disappointed to see the sun wasn't out; part of the reason she hadn't woken up at a decent time. Instead, it was rain, and it wasn't sprinkling or anything, it was coming down hard. Pushing the blanket off her she got up and shivered once her bare feet touched the cold floor. Ignoring it, she grabbed a towel and a change of clothes before going into the bathroom. She started the water in the shower, removing her clothes and putting them into the basket kept in the small closet and stepped under the warm water, trying to slowly wake herself up. She had been up most of the night out and about with her friends, and she hadn't caught much sleep lately to begin with. Cleaning herself up, she shut the water off and wrapped a towel around her body, stepping out into the cold air of the bathroom. She dried off and got dressed in skinny jeans and black boots with a long sleeve shirt. Brushing her teeth then combing out the tangles in her hair, she hung the towel up and walked out and downstairs. It was usually quiet in the daytime due to her dad usually being at work, Chelsie always staying with her friends, and her mom always sleeping from the night shifts.

Walking into the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to see her dad at the kitchen table eating a small breakfast. The amusement parks were most likely closed, and those were usually the only days he willingly took off. "Morning, dad." She smiled warmly at him when he looked up. Moving over to the fridge, she opened it, looking for anything she could make a decent breakfast with, but they didn't even have eggs. Or fruit. Well.. how did my dad make his breakfast? Did he leave the food laying out? Looking over at the counter and the island in the middle of the kitchen, it was clean. "Dad, did you use the last bit of food we had to make yourself breakfast?" She decided to ask, glancing back over at him as she shut the fridge.

"It's almost noon, Morgan. But good morning." Her dad chuckled, taking a bite out of his eggs. "And no, actually. Your mother said she would grocery shop when the rain let up," he smiled, "Which means more or less when she decides to wake up, I'm sure you know." Morgan sighed, laying her head onto the counter, rubbing her stomach. "I got this food from a diner one of the coworkers stopped by at. Going out would be your best bet if you want food, dear."

"It's raining out though.. which means it's cold out." She said, but got up anyway to go to the hall closet and pull out a hoodie, and searching for the umbrella. She glanced up, opening her mouth to ask where it was but her dad was already a thought ahead of her.

"Chelsie took the umbrella last night so she could use it to get back home." Morgan gave a blank stare and looked out behind her dad at the window, seeing the rain coming down hard. Food... or dryness?... What am I thinking? This is a no brainer, I'm starving.

"Alright dad, I'll see you later. I may just stay in the diner and wait for a time when the rain lessens up, or stops. Whichever comes first. Love you." She said walking to the front door and opening it, stepping underneath the overhang of her porch and shutting the door firmly behind her. "You've gotta be kidding me..." She muttered, looking at the large puddles of water all over the sidewalks, and in the street. She should've held off on that shower. Taking a deep breath and pulling the hood up over her hair, she decided that she would run for it.

Bolting down the stairs, she jogged at a steady pace, water splashing up her already soaked jeans, the rain pelting down on her whole body the second she came off the porch. She silently cursed herself for doing this, but it was all for the sake of fulfilling her appetite. Not a soul was out today, except for a few people driving to get to jobs that were inside warm and cozy buildings, not in this dreadful rain.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to find which direction she was going anymore. The rain was making visibility a problem. Slowing down to a walk, she turned at the corner of a unfamiliar street. How do I not know where I am.. She kept going, looking left and right for some kind of sign that she was near some kind of diner or restaurant. Anything. She nearly jumped out of surprise when some people cut in front of her and cross the street under a umbrella, and she stood there watching them walk into a diner. The Broken Tooth? Alright, looks dry.. I'll take that. She ran over quickly, forgetting to look both sides, but she had her eye on getting inside as fast as possible. She opened the door and walked in, immediately feeling the heaviness of her hoodie and how her clothes were sticking to her skin. In embarrassment, she pulled back her hood, and slowly walked over to the counter, trying to not draw attention to herself, taking a seat quietly and enjoying the smell of food being made.

No idea why it double posted..... Sorry?

It was only a couple of hours into his shift, when Colby knew his day just took a turn for the worse. “Colby!” He glanced to his right as he set a couple more orders up on the counter to be whisked away to their prospective tables. Dave, the shift boss, was heading his way while tugging an apron over his head. Colby already knew that meant trouble. “Maria’s out sick and Shelly was due to leave a half hour ago. I’m taking grill, you fill in for Maria.” One of the small tablets the diner used to take orders with was shoved against his chest and he caught it on reflex.

This wouldn’t be the first time Colby had to fill in and actually serve more as a waiter than a cook, and he hated it more and more. “Don’t forget the nametag!” Dave was already working on the outstanding orders, Shelly was finishing up the last few deliveries that were ready to the respective tables. Colby reluctantly washed his hands, then trudged off to the side of the break room where he stored the apron for washing later and found his nametag. Only employees that would be dealing face to face with the customers had to wear one, but there was one for everyone. They did have to swap shifts now and then, or fill in for another.

The nametag itself was a set of top and bottom white fangs, like a wolf, with the fang on the top right broken halfway. The employee’s first name would be in the middle in red letters on the black background of the ‘mouth’. Colby sighed, his stomach already queasy with trepidation and growing anxiety. There was no way to avoid it, so he tucked the red shirt into his jeans and put the tag in place on the shirt's front left side. Fingers quickly combed through his hair, and then he headed toward the front part of the diner with a heavy sigh.

Shelly gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek in thanks, finally able to clock out and head home. That left Colby with a bit of a blush and tuck of his chin as he moved to the first table that still had to order something. He managed a sideways smile, which caused a dimple on the right to flash briefly when he looked at Morgan. Here we go. This was the part he really hated. The talking. “Wuh-wuh-welcome to the B-b-bro-broken T-tu-tooth.” Hate. Talking. So. Much. He took in slow breaths, tried some deep breathing techniques even though they had never worked in the past. He would try almost anything at this point.

“I’m C-c-colby and I w-w-wu-am your wu-w-w-wu-waiter. Are you ruh-r-ru-okay to order?” Sometimes, if he felt himself getting stuck on a word, he would switch to a different word that meant the same thing, more or less. He wished Dave would let him use his tablet to write on instead, but just like his father, people tended to think if he talked more, he’d ‘grow out of it’. Sigh.

Johan's phone goes off in regular style when Adrian texts him. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoQYw49saqc) A song that reminded him of the slightly dirty but at heart good cop. With a quick flick he reads the text and calls up to his driver "Looks like we are going to The Broken Tooth Greg." With a simple nod the man turns them toward the restaurant. "You want anything?" Greg shakes his head "No thanks, Victoria packed me a lunch." Johan nodded a bit and laugh "I suppose you would get grilled if it wasn't eaten when you got back huh." He laughs a bit as Greg gives him a knowing smile. It didn't take them long to get there, mostly because of Greg's skill. While Greg drove Johan inserted a pair of ear phones much like the ones he gave Juliette, he had a passion for music and often enjoyed listening whenever he could. Many would even say he had a bit of an obsession with music playing. Pulling up just after Adrian and the girl he takes his time getting out of the car.

Swiftly he enters the restaurant and with a kind smile to the stunned hostess before he points to the two saying "I'm with them." Walking over he steals a chair from another table, sits down backwards and smiles at the two. "Have you ordered yet?" He comments to both of them, treating them as equals. An action that was rather normal when being around Johan. He was a bit of an oddity as far as first class went, you wouldn't catch most of them dead sitting in a chair backwards or being around a girl like Juliette in a public setting for that matter. He takes a moment to look the girl over and smirks "That looks good on you." He comments idly while they wait for their server. The hostess quickly brings him a menu and he starts to look it over. For some odd reason he seems to be in an extremely good mood. Regardless of the girls negative comments before, it doesn't seem to have phased him. The truth was he was used to it from the 3rd class, they hated him for no other reason than for being born in a richer family. The insults seemed to roll off him like the water droplets rolled off his waterproof cloths. It isn't until one of them speak that he realizes his music is still playing "Oh man sorry." He says quickly and quietly so the conversation can continue. Pulling the earphones out, music would be audible from them for a few moments until he pulls out a small device identical to the one he put in Juliette's pocket earlier and presses a button on it to turn it off.

"You know I think that fake OD girl tried to escape if I heard right. I wonder what she thought would happen when she walked into a police station holding a meth needle?" He chuckles a little, targeting the comment at Adrian. They had both seen some people do some stupid things in their days so he would likely find it amusing. It was as if he wasn't uncomfortable or even out of place in this setting. In fact the only thing at this moment that separated him from everyone else in the restaurant was his over priced cloths which seemed to fade away once he started talking. He seemed as happy to be there as anyone who would be meeting their friends at a bar for drinks. He just seemed to want to wind down. He did however get a few long glances from people sitting at other tables, it likely wasn't often someone from first wandered into this place.

Morgan had been glancing down at the menu in front of her since she arrived, and had been working her fingers through her drenched hair at the same time trying to untangle it. She looked around, seeing more people arrive, but none paid any attention to her and that was alright with her. She looked back over at the waiter that just showed up, seeing him smile slightly in her general direction, and she felt herself blush slightly just from the embarrassment of looking the way she was.

When he came her way, she noticed just how nervous he was, and it was hard to hide her smile. She bit on her lower lip gently, trying to not make things hard on him, or think that she was laughing at him. In fact, it was cute. I feel bad, he must not be up front too often. Brushing her hair behind her ear, looking back down at the menu, she wasn't too entirely sure what she had wanted to even get in the first place, she was that hungry.

"If you guys are still serving breakfast.. can I just get some biscuits and gravy with some orange juice? That will be great." Morgan smiled softly up at Colby, but then paused and added, "And if it makes you feel better, you don't have to say much to me, do what makes you feel comfortable, okay?"

Glancing back around at the doorway, she was a little surprised to see a male walk in and casually sit himself with the first two she saw, and even sit in the chair backwards. Everyone else around her was partaking in conversation with others, and enjoying themselves. This place is really laid back, why have I not been here before with my sister or friends? she thought, biting on her bottom lip, turning back in her seat to fold up the menu and wait on her meal quietly.

Colby kept that sideways grin as he tapped out the order on the small tablet. “Sure, ww-wu-we serve bru-b-br-bruh-all items all d-dd-day.” He let out a bit of a breath about the time the girl said he didn’t have to say much. That earned a deeper blush and glance upward. He nodded his head, grateful she seemed to understand his difficulties, then turned to see who else might need to give their order. He was covering about ten tables, but the diner was far from full, so there were customers spread throughout the place.

Holly was also on shift, but she was typically lazy unless it suited her. Others were accustomed to having to tend to her tables more often than not, save for today. Colby bet the larger group probably had Holly thinking she’d get a larger tip that way, so she was pretty on the spot with service. It was good to see her actually working her shift for a change. Colby gave a quiet chuckle under his breath and made sure the others in his station were covered with orders. With the tablets they didn’t have to deliver paper to the cooks in the back. It was all electronic, which he thought was pretty cool. Not as nifty as class one places, but still pretty neat all the same.

Once everyone that had come in to seek refuge from the now apparently non-existent rain had been taken care of, Colby made sure tables were cleaned and setup until his orders were ready. Dave was pretty good on the grill, managing to get out orders fairly quickly. It was to the point where Colby wouldn’t mind a few tips and tricks, but there never seemed to be enough time for lessons. They stayed pretty steady as far as business went, even had happy hours in the evenings.

The tablet buzzed in his hand, indicating one or more of his tables had their order ready. Colby flashed a grin to Dave as he picked up the plates and started passing them out. Morgan’s was among the first wave of deliveries he made since breakfast was usually a quick meal to make. He was just setting it down on the table along with the glass of orange juice when another customer broke into song. That had him chuckling in surprised disbelief as most people turned their heads to see what the commotion was about.

It was a nice voice, probably in a band already. Colby could appreciate the quality of the singing, even if he didn't know the language, just as he appreciated most music. When the song was over, he gave another chuckle and turned his attention back to the customer at his table. “Here you g-gu-go. If you nnneed anything else, let m-mm-mu-me know.” It wasn’t too, too horrible, if he didn’t talk for too long. Maybe he could manage the rest of the day, but Colby would be damn glad to get back behind the grill.

Morgan thanked Colby as he set her order down, and was taking a drink of her orange juice when she heard someone break out in song. And it wasn't in English, but French. She didn't understand the language, she was only slightly fluent in spanish, but she knew the difference in the languages. She has a beautiful voice.. she thought, turning her head as she set her juice down, looking back at the girl at the table.

The group looked odd to her, one man was dressed up nicely, and she eyed with curiosity, wondering why he dressed so formal on a rainy day. The other had a beer in front of him, along with the girl, but he seemed pretty relaxed from her view. Her eyes looked back to the girl, and she smiled hearing her song end and she wanted to clap or something, but everyone else was just looking weirdly at the group, some with awe expressions, some that read 'What in world is with these people?'

She heard the group next to her whisper about the formally dressed male looking like he was from Class 1, then the other one looking like he barely belonged in the restaurant, and continued their gossip. So what if they were different classes? It seemed nice to have diversity for once, at least to Morgan it was.

Stomach growling quietly at Morgan, she turned back around, remembering the sole reason she came here for was to eat in the first place, not gawk at others for having nice voices or better clothes. Picking up her fork, she started digging into the biscuits and gravy, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the first bite.

Johan was fascinated by the girls singing, so much so that he seemed to have forgotten the rest of the room existed. For that few brief seconds that she was singing he realized multiple things about her. One she had to have some sort of musical training which was to put it lightly, rare in the 3rd class. Two he suddenly liked that song a lot more. Then finally he was extremely happy to have given the device to such a talented girl. He was now one hundred percent sure she would make good use of it. It wasn't until the waitress stopped by to drop by their order that he snapped out of his train of thought. As she set the massive messy looking burger in front of him the people who where staring before where now dumbfounded. He was after all wearing all white cloths that where made out of fabric the class two's likely only saw in the finest dress' in the finest stores. He even heard a light gasp from a woman in the corner when he picked up the burger haphazardly and took a big uncivilized bite out of the slab of meat covered in bun with bacon, melted cheese and barbecue sauce. After a moment of chewing he lets out a delighted mmmm sound before turning to Adrian "I swear class two makes the best burgers! In first all you can get is these high priced lamb things with no sauce and this flavorless 'healthy' cheese that taste like caulk if they are even slightly over cooked. I swear if these people would just take the extra money they spend on stupid things like that and do something like say buy cans of food for the people in third?! It could change so much. Whoever thought up cheap ground meat, barbecue sauce, bacon and cheese was a culinary genius." He brandished the perfect burger as if to make his point. If it weren't for his statement, his cloths and prior knowledge. One would think he was just another second class citizen enjoying a burger... well I believe 'Noming' might be a better descriptor for what the man was doing as it seemed he preferred the hamburger to breathing for a few moments.

A few moments later he poked his head up looking about for a waiter, finally catching a male waiter's eye he raises a hand to call him over. The massive burger was amazing but the chocolate shake the girl got looked fantastic and both would simply be orgasmic. While he waited for the male to weave through the tables to him he looks at Juliette "You eat like my sister." He chuckles lightly poking fun at the girl while the mental image of his sister eating slowly at the table flooded his head. His brother on the other hand was of a similar mind as Johan, food was meant to be eaten. Not cut into tiny squares, measured, looked at then chewed. They both knew the etiquette and its purpose and followed it when at an expensive important function. Out here however where people didn't need to judge food to eat it, his gloves where off and it was time to eat. Interestingly enough some barbecue sauce did spurt out of the hamburger onto his pants much to the dismay of a certain woman in the corner who damn near feinted, but it seems in the process of making it water proof his sister somehow had made it sauce proof as well. The blob seemed to simply skate along his pants until it hit the floor "Well that was cool..." He says as he watched the blob move, he had originally been afraid his sister would kill him. His mind simply came up with one comment Super pants TOOO THE RESCUE!

"Lovely singing, by the way," the detective said.

Juliette grunted in reply, returning to her pessimistic self now that she was no longer singing. She chewed for a while before looking up at Johan. It was strange how sloppy the Class One doctor was. You'd think they used a million different spoons for each ingredient when they had such an abundance of resources and technology. But this man before her would make even her father cringe, which was saying something. It made her instantly like him a lot more. She stared down at his pants, fascinated by the drop of sauce that slid straight off the material. How she loved his clothes. She'd do anything, anything for his clothes.

"We've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve hurting," she said to Adrian, referring to what he'd said earlier about the gangs in Class Three. "Class Two didn't need all that food. They have more than enough," she said gruffly, before putting down her fork when guilt knotted her stomach. "Little Timmy's never seen pasta before," she mumbled to herself, staring at her plate of spaghetti as if she wasn't sure whether to hate it or love it. She would bring Timmy here for his 11th birthday one day. Somehow. Eleven. God, she hated that number. She hoped life for Timmy when he was eleven would be good. It would be. She'd make sure of it.

"Sink," she said as a way of explanation before she slipped from the booth, walking past the auburn-haired waiter who was heading in the direction of their booth. "Sink?" she asked him. After receiving her answer, she walked towards the sink and gasped in surprise. It was white, pristine and the water was lukewarm. When she'd asked for a 'sink,' she'd expected a leaky, rusted and flimsy piece of metal that half hung off of the wall. This was... A real sink.

Washing her hands, she marvelled at the lovely scent of the pink soap and the wondrous flow of water. Out of habit, she washed her hands hastily, not wishing to waste any of the precious water. Juliette jumped as a piece of tissue dropped down from a box on the wall with a mechanic bzzzz. She took the tissue and wiped her hands, feeling how soft the piece of material was. It made her feel terrible for throwing it away.

"Hey, pretty thing. Mind if I take a seat?" Juliette overheard on her way back to their booth. She stilled, staring as a large man loomed over a fragile beauty with purple-red hair. "You want a drink? A lovely girl like you shouldn't be eating all alone," the man said, bending closer towards the girl and brushing his hands against her body. Juliette stared, her entire body tensed like a coiled spring. "Did anyone tell you how hot you look, baby?"

That did it.

Juliette's father always, always called her baby. It was a horrible pet name for a child he sold and abused. She hated it with a passion, she hated men with a passion, she hated sex with a passion, she hated them all and she sure as hell hated the monster before her now.

"Get. Away. From. Her," Juliette said slowly, in a humming voice more ferocious than if she'd shouted them into his ear.

"If it isn't the little Class Three fountain girl from before," the man said after he'd turned from the red haired girl. He grinned, appraising Juliette's body. She hated his eyes, hated the way they crawled over her. "If you give me some, I'll give you two dollars. You're not bad for a dirty whore," he said with a smirk, reaching towards Juliette to wrap his thick arm around her small waist. Juliette's green eyes sparked with fury as she turned her body to the side, grabbed the man's wrist and lifted it while whacking his elbow downwards. She swept her legs over the man's and he flipped easily backwards, crashing into the redhead's table and breaking it to pieces. She grabbed the man's hand, bending his wrist inwards into a wrist lock. Curling her slim leg around his, she swivelled around to flip him onto his stomach. Untangling her leg, she forced her knee into his spine and twisted his arm behind him.

"If you give me two million, I might consider not dismembering you," she whispered near his ear.

"Miss, I'm afraid you-" a man who looked to be the manager began. Juliette shot him a glare and nudged her head towards Johan.

"I'm with him," she said.

"Oh, uh..."

Juliette dropped the whimpering man's hand, stepping off of him and turning to the red haired girl. "Are you okay?" she asked, the concern apparent in her green eyes. Juliette patted the girl consolingly before hugging her gently, as if she were a porcelain doll. "You must've been terrified." Juliette saw no distinction between rape and sex, they were both terrible, and flirting might as well have been verbal abuse. "You can sit with us," she said, pulling away from the woman and taking her hands in hers. "Those two are asexual," she said, gesturing towards Johan and Adrian.

Tugging the red haired girl away from the destroyed mess of what was once a table, she shuffled along the bench and patted the space next to her. "What's your name, Red?" she asked. "I'm Juliette but you can call me anything you want. Would you like some..." Juliette trailed off, holding up the glass of frothy liquid, unable to remember the name. "Ah... Shaking milk?" The poor red haired girl had gone through a traumatic event and Juliette hoped she'd not be emotionally scarred by it. The terrible man she'd roughened up a little had renewed her dislike for men. It was uncalled for, as she'd been made to sleep with women as well. But men, men were just...

"The ass," she said, gesturing towards Adrian. "The something's-clearly-wrong-with-him," she said, waving at Johan. "It's okay. You can call them whatever you want. They can't hear and be male at the same time."

Mac watched as the man hit on the red headed girl, also very pretty. The girl who Mac had come into this bar in the first place for stood up and kicked the shit out of him, after quite the disturbing comment from him. So she was the girl she was looking for. Mac decided now was as good a time as ever and stood up, just as Juliette, as she had called herself, pulled the redheaded girl into the booth. She walked over to the table and smiled at the girls, ignore the men completely. "Hi," she said simply, and gave a small bow. Despite being away from her family for a long time, bowing to strangers on a first meet was burned into her brain, and she couldn't help herself. "Your singing was beautiful. I couldn't understand a word of it, let alone being to guess what language it was, but nevertheless, it made me want to sing along as well," Mac smiled at her, taking in her long hair and model-like physique, which was hidden under a mans shirt. She bit her lip and her smile turned into something a bit more sensual. She leaned on the table and ran her fingers along Juliette's arm. "I think a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be stuck here with the likes of them," She cooed at her, jerking her head slightly in Johan and Adrian's direction. "I sort of overheard you're from Class 3. I am just heading back that way, I umm, seem to be out of the good stuff," She stole a look at Johan and smirked. She wasn't afraid of what they might do, because she had the training of a Keeper, and still had the taser on her. Plus, Alexander wouldn't let anyone have the satisfaction of punishing her except for him. The first thing she did was wrong was fail to get Juliette, and she knew that she would be in trouble. She swallowed the thought and turned her dark eyes back to the girls exotic green ones. "So what do you say, gorgeous?" Mac asked her, blinked a few times before standing up straight and adjusting her shirt slightly. She flipped the key to her motorcycle between her fingers idly while she awaited an answer. One hand was behind her back, more than ready to grab the taser if Johan or Adrian tried to take her back to the station, she wouldn't be having that.

Colby was on his way to check their supplies of condiments when one of the members of the large group hailed him for attention. It was little surprise that Holly wasn’t around. Now that the food had been delivered, she likely wouldn’t show her face until it was time to give the check. Colby put on a sideways grin and headed toward the large group of people. At least he wouldn’t have to take all their orders. “Hi.” He spoke slowly, doing his best to minimize the stuttering. “Wuh-w-w-what can I d-dd-do ffor you?” Yeah, didn’t work.

It wasn’t a big request at least, just another chocolate shake. He tapped it out on the tablet and nodded his head. “Sure. I’ll b-b-bu-br-bring it out in a j-j-ji-juh-jiffy.” Colby resisted the urge to rub at his left ear each time he stuttered, a habit he was attempting to break. He managed to hold off until he was walking away from the table to help fix the shake. The grill needed Dave’s attention, so items like shakes and drinks all the wait staff tended to get themselves.

“Sink?” The woman who broke out into song caught him before he got too far. It took a moment to register what she asked, and then he was gesturing toward a hall off to the right of the entrance. The restroom sign hung just above the corridor, that was the only place for a customer to wash up. The sink in the back was restricted to the employees.

In just a couple of minutes, Colby was on his way back with the chocolate shake, covered with a generous portion of whipped cream and a cherry on top. Holly skimped on her shakes, took too much work, but Colby liked to make sure people had their money’s worth. “Here you g-g-guh-go.” He set it down along with a fresh napkin, straw, and a long handled spoon. “Enj-jjoy.” Again with the smile, but it faded quickly when there was a commotion in his table area.

He couldn’t contain the groan when the table broke under the weight of the man thrown on top of it. The sound was a mixture of horror, shock and resignation because he’d be the one that would have to clean that up. The sound of something breaking already had Jerry, the manager of the diner, streaming out of the back, sputtering at the sight that greeted him. Colby was moving to get the necessary items he’d need to clean it up, as Jerry moved to the man the young woman indicated she was with. The manager was already tapping away on a small tablet as he directed his words toward Johan. “I will need to know who I can contact to bill for the damages caused here.” Class one or not, this was damage to the physical property of his diner and he was well within his rights to demand they pay for the cost of repairs.

Colby meanwhile was lugging out a bucket, broom and mop to the table. He’d have to actually cart some of the broken bits of the table away after he cleaned up the mess caused by broken plates, spilled food and drink, and shattered glass. He needed to stop thinking that his day couldn’t get any worse. Because every time he did that, it got worse. After snapping a few pictures with the tablet to record the damage, he focused on sweeping up the glass and plates first into a dust pan. It was barely a minute later when another customer came in and sat in his station. Blue eyes locked gazes with the man as he gave his order.

Colby set the broom and dustpan out of the way with a nod as he straightened up. “Sure. I’ll bbb-be rright b-buh-b-back.” He washed his hands, then Colby went about fixing a cup of coffee. Luckily, it was a fresh pot, so it was hot and not stale. It was carried over on a saucer and set down before the man with a sideways smile. “Let m-m-me know if you nuh-n-n-nu-want anything else.” Now, back to clean up duty. Oh joy.

"The ass," Juliette said, gesturing towards Adrian. "The something's-clearly-wrong-with-him," she said, waving at Johan. "It's okay. You can call them whatever you want. They can't hear and be male at the same time."

Morgan nodded, glancing at every both both, still shaken up. She bit her bottom lip gently and remembered that the woman asked what her name was, even though calling her Red was familiar enough since Chelsie usually called her that. "Morgan.." she said, as she sat down beside her, her hands on her lap at she stared at what she assumed was a chocolate milkshake.

"I'm good for the moment, but thanks." She laughed nervously, pushing her hair away from her face, stealing a glance at the table the guy had been crashed into. She felt bad when she watched Colby cleaning up the mess.. I should give him a good tip.. he looks like his day isn't going too well.. she thought, unconsciously rubbing her sides, still feeling that guy's lingering touch. She never had problems with guys before, but it was probably bound to happen at some point.

Turning back to the table, she put on a smile, trying to push the events that just happened aside. "So what are your names.. unless you rather I go by the ones I was given by.. Juliette."

Johan smiles calmly as the new girl joins them and it doesn't go away when Mac makes a spectacle of herself. "Well if it isn't the run away addict! Still fleeing from the police are we?" He exclaims conversationally like there wasn't anything strange about it at all. The manager who had been making his way over to talk to him about damages, stopped and pulled a phone off his hip before dialing. As he watches her expression a smirk appears on his face, "With all due respect dear you really should go somewhere and sleep off whatever it is you are on." His voice held the usual kindness it always did, as if he actually cared for the girls health rather than the odd situation they where in. His left hand was buried in his pocket while his right was resting an elbow on the table. Despite honestly caring about the woman he had learned to distrust aggressive personalities mixed with drug users.

When Juliette had thrown the man into the table originally, Johan had turned to face that direction. Anyone with enough observation skills would have noticed his hand go into his pocket then, it hadn't come out since. To the casual observer that didn't know him they would think he was reaching for a weapon. However knowing him personally you would know he never carried any form of lethal weapon despite his brothers offers to get him any manner of gun or blade. It wouldn't take long for Mac to notice the little red light blinking in his pocket. Being a seasoned criminal would bring two things to mind 1.) it could be a bomb, 2.) it was some form of panic button. In truth it was the latter, multiple police cars had already been dispatched to the building and would be there in a manner of minutes. The device simply transmitted his coordinates and an emergency call for backup. He had found it useful when treating the less fortunate and more prone to violence and crime. While Johan did have a large amount of martial arts and combat training, he was unfortunately not allowed to use it to its full potential due to the Hippocratic oath. So when things got out of hand when he first started his little healing campaign his mother forced him to carry it with him at all times.

In general when Johan was in trouble it was more than one person involved, so the police tended to send multiple cars. Usually 2 or 3, the result would be 4 to 6 officers armed for riot control. The armaments where because one time when he gave the last of his free medicine to a poor woman it cause a bit of a scene with others that couldn't get the same medicine, the following riot had to be quelled by a greater military force unfortunately. So the police came armed for war just in case it happened again. His earlier exclamation had been to get the manager to call the police with the hope that he would get a message to the police before he pushed the button so they could send less serious measures but from the look of the manager he was on hold waiting for a free line. Unbeknownst to the people in the diner, the earlier down poor had created some flooding in a few of the lower parts of class two which meant the 911 line would be used to its fullest for a while. So unfortunately overkill would be sent to apprehend the drug addicted woman.

Like nothing was happening he turned to the new girl and smiled lightly at her "My name is Johan, Miss Morgan, its nice to meet you. Please feel free to order anything you'd like." He seemed perfectly comfortable providing for the friend Juliette had just made. It was unclear as to his reason for this, it could be that he wanted Juliette to feel comfortable, or he could honestly just be that nice. With his constant attitude toward conflict and random giving to everyone it would be hard to believe he had an alternate motive. Maybe he did honestly just like to make people happy. Though he didn't offer the same to Mac, this was more likely due to their earlier encounter coloring his perspective of the woman. If she was willing to walk into a police station to get drugs he didn't really feel like adding her to the fun atmosphere he had at the restaurant, not to mention she would be removed soon enough anyway..


(Note: Sorry not sure how to put this in elegantly but if Alex's people are listening in to police radios they would know the riot geared people are coming.)

"Hi," spoke a sultry, raspy voice. Juliette looked up and away from Morgan to find herself looking at the most beautiful Asian woman she'd ever met. The woman bowed and Juliette felt as if she needed to stand and curtsy, but resisted the urge.

"Your singing was beautiful. I couldn't understand a word of it, let alone being to guess what language it was, but nevertheless, it made me want to sing along as well," the woman continued. Juliette merely stared at the smiling beauty, before glancing behind her to make sure she really was who this woman was talking to. She was. What did this person want? Was she a policewoman in disguise? Come to arrest her once again?

The French girl jumped when the woman reached out slim fingers to trail over Juliette's skin. Get off, off, off me, Juliette panicked after wincing at the touch. "I think a beautiful girl like you shouldn't be stuck here with the likes of them," she continued, nodding towards Johan and Adrian. "I sort of overheard you're from Class 3. I am just heading back that way, I umm, seem to be out of the good stuff."

"Well if it isn't the run away addict! Still fleeing from the police are we?" Johan asked, amusement lining his dreadfully handsome face. It was cruel for life to give him not only wealth, but beauty. It made Juliette sick. Still, what he'd said about the Asian woman and what she herself had said had her interested. Juliette raised a brow, the panic slowly seeping down her spine, through her toes and into the tiled floors. Good stuff... She must have meant drugs. Biting the inside of her cheek, Juliette stayed silent, keeping her expression as neutral as possible.

"So what do you say, gorgeous?" the Asian woman asked, causing Juliette to nearly flinch. Gorgeous? She was accustomed to la belle but 'gorgeous'?

"Yes, of course I'd ride off into the sunset on a white horse with a stranger I've known for 30 seconds," Juliette said sarcastically. "It's not like that's idiotic or anything. Hey, maybe if you bribe me with lollipops, I'll concede. Although, I do appreciate your lack of respect for those two." Juliette grinned then turned to Morgan. "Would you like to join us on our little Girl's Day Out? Drugs, drinks, sex and dirt. Wooo!" Juliette cheered with false enthusiasm. Although, the first two did sound rather appealing.

"Who are you and what do you really want with me?' Juliette asked the stranger, leaning back against the bench and crossing her legs as one would expect a rich corporate woman to do. "If it's sex, I go by the hour. Women get a discount, though," Juliette said with a smirk and a wink. She lifted her emerald gaze up to meet the woman's and- Juliette froze. There was something so awfully familiar about those eyes. This stranger was interested in her, in more ways than one. Juliette cringed, tugging the sleeves of Johan's shirt down to hide more of herself. Maybe if she buried herself deeply enough to the shirt, she'd simply disappear. Maybe if she shrunk into oblivion, they'd leave her alone. "Morgan and I are busy shaking milk," Juliette mumbled, shuffling closer to Morgan - the heavenly, heterosexual woman - bless her. Juliette looped an arm around Morgan's just as she heard the pinpricks of sirens.

Her gaze shot up as she tensed, her body coiling into a bullet ready to be fired. Then, snarling, she shoved the table aside as she stomped towards Johan and the blinking red light in his pocket.

Although she was standing up and Johan was sitting, she still was not that much taller than him and he was bigger than her. He could shove her away, if he so chose. Still, Juliette, in her rage, grabbed the handles of his chair and glared straight through his eyes, through his optic nerve and into his soul. "Why did you call them?" she demanded before abruptly letting go of Johan's chair. She paced along the width of the booth, biting on her thumb as she shot glances out the window at the sound of the approaching police. Grunting, she grabbed all the knifes from the table and spun them expertly in her fingers, getting a feel for their weight and shape. They were disappointingly blunt but sharp enough to kill if she shoved them into someone's heart with all her might. Not that she would, of course. Usually. Sometimes. Only when they deserved it.

Juliette glared at Johan, considering whether to kill him. Then, an idea sprouted in her mind. She turned around, searched for the stuttering waiter. Yes, he'd be easy, but not as valuable. Did he know the police wanted her, though? Surely not. Hopefully? "Sir?" she called out to him. "Could you come here for a moment please?" When he came, she would wrap her arm around his neck in a choke hold and snap it if he fought. No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Not when he'd done nothing but serve them amazing food. No, she had a better idea.

Leaning into Johan, she pressed the edge of a knife to his throat. Ah, curses. Juliette was turning into a soft démon lover. She couldn't harm Johan, either. Not after how suspiciously kind Johan had been and after he'd practically saved her life. She knew it was all a trap to get her where she was now - unable to kill the démon but still, her logic did not seem to be winning as it normally did. Johan didn't have to know that, though. She'd drop him off at the outskirts of Class Three and he'd be fine. Ish. She only hoped he'd take her threat to heart and not know how to fight at all. Maybe she'd be lucky and he'd be the Class One type who sat on their million dollar sofas all day. No, he didn't look the type - but a girl could hope.

Juliette tucked a strand of Johan's hair behind his ear and whispered, "Ever seen a bank robbery?"

Well, dinner had escalated kind of quickly. Juliette was quickly making him regret getting her out of that police station.

”I hate to be cliché, but no good deed seems to go unpunished,” he thought to himself, but mostly ignored it. Adrian had no intention of being a knight in shining armor for this girl. Getting her out of the hands of Class 2 police was enough for him, so if she went and got herself back into their grasp he could drive back to Class 3 without any remorse on the subject.

It was sort of annoying, to be honest. Juliette wasn’t acting grateful at all. It’s like, ‘Hey, I called in a big favor to get your ass out of the electric chair; so if you didn’t go around telling people I was asexual that’d be pretty nice of you. Bitch.’ Now she was causing trouble and flipping dudes into tables and bringing strange women back to the table. Oh look, meth bitch from earlier had popped back into their lives, which was far too coincidental to be coincidence.

The ‘asexual’ comment made Adrian grumpy mostly because it forced him to remember that he was currently on a bit of a dry spell. Considering he made it his job to stop the sex trade, he couldn’t pay for a hooker without risking losing all moral authority he felt he had, which would devastate him, and the number of clean women in the slums seems to get smaller every year. For a while Adrian had a little thing with a woman who worked as a waitress, but that fell through about four months ago when they realized the only reason they were together was because they both happened to be just a bit better than the usual Class 3 person. Adrian greatly considered looking her back up once he made it home, though. He was beginning to miss even the basic form of female companionship.

Now the cops were on their way because Johan flipped his panic button, which Adrian wasn’t a big fan of. Not that it was that big of a deal, but the detective had become increasingly curious of who this meth girl was, and three cars of cops in riot gear would probably prove to kill any chance of learning anything from her. Juliette wasn’t a big fan of the idea though. It seemed as if her addiction was beating the battle with reason, at the moment.

Putting a table knife up against Johan’s throat was comical though. For one, Adrian knew well enough that Johan had the training and the will to live necessary to beat this girl down like nobody’s business, though he most likely wasn’t feeling threatened enough to even bother. However, Adrian had a sense of loyalty to Johan. Not so much as a leader, but as a power far above anything Adrian could ever hope to be. When Juliette placed a knife up against Johan’s throat, he couldn’t help but think ”That’s my doctor.” Although Adrian didn’t consider Johan to be a leader, if Johan wanted the position he probably could take it quite easily. The guy was charismatic, passionate, skilled, and Class 1 rich. He was already looked at almost as a god when he ventured into Class 3. It was an awakening moment for Adrian to realize that he would follow Johan into war, should the doctor ask.

“Have you ever seen a bank robbery?” Juliette asked Johan.
But it was Adrian who responded, nonchalantly. “No, but I’ve stopped a few. Ever looked down the barrel of a loaded gun?” The gun had come out almost as soon as Juliette had threatened Johan. It was cocked, and Adrian’s finger was resting on the trigger. Even if the chances of Juliette killing or even hurting Johan were slim, Adrian didn’t want to take that chance by remaining passive. Johan was simply too important. Far more important than a gang member who thinks she’s a good person because her gang occasionally feeds a few people. All Johan had to do was nod his head at Adrian and Juliette’s brains would be scattered across the room.

The bar at this point was dead silent, with all eyes on the scene developing and a few people, probably those carrying some type of drug or illegal weapon, leaving out the back at the sound of sirens. The stuttering waiter seemed to also be watching the show, as well as a number of other waiters and waitresses. It’s a good thing Juliette wasn’t armed with a gun, considering the number of hostages she currently had in the room. To Adrian, this was little more than an inconvenience, or at least that’s how he acted. “Now if you’d let the good doctor go, we can go take care of satisfying your addiction. I promised you a fix, didn’t I? For some I can’t seem to comprehend, I’m getting the feeling that you don’t trust me.” Adrian smiled down the barrel of his gun at Juliette.

Johan simply stared right back into Juliette's beautiful green eyes and gave the same calm smile he always did. Not even a knife at his throat seemed to phase this man, which begged the question. Was he really as soft as everyone thought all the Class 1's where? In fact he didn't give any response to the knife until Adrian pulled his gun. His eyes slide gently over to Adrian to get his attention before shaking his head ever so slightly "Adrian put that away would you. You are scaring folks." He smirked lightly before returning his eyes to Juliette's, allowing her to search his eyes and his face for any sign of deceit. "Dear if I wanted you arrested I would have walked in with the police on my heels and had more waiting at the back entrance. The police are looking for that woman." His eyes flick to the now fleeing Mac. "My intention is to tell them where she is. Now if you would please do yourself a favor and..." Just then the door burst open and six riot police poured through it. With one hand he gently and kindly touched the hand that held the blade to his throat and calmly pressed it away, a gentle nod telling her that it is alright. At the same time he says "My you are a good actor!" His eyes looking directly at Juliette as if she had been trying to distract the run away this whole time. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear and he sounded quiet convincing. Add onto that her singing skill and obvious beauty and people wouldn't have a hard time believing she was an actor.

With a smooth motion he stood and turned to face the entering police who where moving to him to figure out what the situation was. "Perfect timing we where running out of ways to distract her. The drug addict that escaped the station earlier attacked a man and fled out the back." He pointed toward the kitchen where there was no doubt a back entrance. Though he was lying expertly Juliette's paranoid eyes would notice a slight hesitation as he said it, as well as his eyes drop ever so slightly. He had masked the barely visible tell by turning to point. This meant that before when he was trying to calm her he was telling the truth. He watched as the police split into two groups, one going out the back and the other back out the front to attempt to cut the run away off. With the police off to do their job he knew he had a few things to take care of thanks to le belle's exploits. He turns and approaches the manager to hand him a business card. He then returns to the people he came in with. Looking at Adrian and Juliette saying "I am not completely familiar with these situations, but I believe this is the part where we... how do you say it 'make ourselves scared'?" He smirked lightly as if he though he was using the phrase properly despite his one word slip up. "My car is out front, there is plenty of room and it is much less conspicuous than your usual modes of travel." He looked at both of them when he stated it. Referring both to the hover bike Adrian favored and the board the girl had been shot down while riding.

Morgan was confused, so much was going on. First, who were these people? They didn't seem related in any manner. She liked weird things, she could be the definition of weird to some, but they took that position from her easily. This girl, Juliette, had gone from being nice, sort of, to holding a knife to the guy they called Johan, and now the one called Adrian had pointed a gun at Juliette. So they weren't friends with each other? And now the police were coming?

She looked at Mac now, understanding the cops were after this woman. But if Morgan was found here, her parents would definitely freak out on her for going somewhere and getting into this mess. She let out a surprise yelp when six riot police came in, and she stood up almost immediately, and stared in shock as Johan called out "My you are a good actor!" at Juliette, and the weapons that were showing not too long ago were now concealed from view. Playing it off is smart.. she thought numbly.

She stared even longer at Johan in awe as he spoke to the police and watched the police split off, and she put both her hands on her head, turning in a full circle to see what was going on around her, inside and outside the diner. Stopping to gather her thoughts, she closed her eyes. What the hell... she thought slowly, before reaching a hand down into her pocket, putting some money from the food she had earlier onto the spot where the sat since Juliette had forced the table away when she lunged at Johan.

"This... this is great guys." she spat out, a tone of slight annoyance, but obvious confusion etched over it. "Just how in the world do you plan on walking out of here when there are police left and right, without being questioned?" she directed the comment at Johan, raising an eyebrow. "I'd like to know what your big idea is on that, because I rather not be caught in here myself."

When Juliette was little, she had a single jigsaw puzzle that she put together and took apart over and over again. It was her only toy. So, every time she put the jigsaw puzzle together, one puzzle piece would go missing and every time she took it apart to put it back together, another puzzle piece went missing, until only half of her jigsaw remained. That was what Johan was like: a jigsaw puzzle that slipped further and further away from her each time she tried to put him together.

Looking at Johan's car through the window. It was the most amazing, beautiful, sleek and modern vehicle she'd ever seen in her life. The Sun glinted off of its polished surface, threatening to blind her with its perfection. She glanced at Adrian, then at the police that surrounded them. They weren't arresting her and from what she'd seen of Johan, she doubted he was lying. Either that or he was such a good actor, that he could lie so you believed his lie with the truth of his lie and his lies were truth. Still, what better option did she have.

"Okay..." she said slowly, looking at Johan. Or rather, looking at Johan's clothes. She clasped her hands together, then folded them in front of her chest, to stop them from reaching out to rip his shirt and pants off. She supposed that might've looked a little strange. Just a little.

"This... this is great guys," spoke a voice laced with annoyance. Juliette pursed her lips, turning her head to Morgan with a frown. She rubbed her right temple, having forgotten the woman was there. "Just how in the world do you plan on walking out of here when there are police left and right, without being questioned? I'd like to know what your big idea is on that, because I rather not be caught in here myself."

Juliette absently patted Johan's arm, looking past Morgan's shoulder at the parked police cars. "There's this magical thing called a Johan Ferin. He's Class One," she said, as if that explained everything, which it did. "The police would be insane or suicidal to arrest him and his..." She searched for an appropriate word for whatever they were. "Companions." She'd only known the doctor for a short while but she was beginning to like him and his usefulness. He was like an all way, VIP ticket to the world. With him, she could assault an old lady, burn down six buildings and set fire to the rain and still not get in trouble. He was nice in that aspect. She hoped to keep him around a little longer, if not forever. Oh, the things she could do with him.

On the other hand, there was Adrian. Glancing at the detective, she narrowed her green eyes at the gun he held and wished she had one of her own. She fiddled with the rings on her hands, a habit for when she was deep in thought and the decisions of her thoughts was a matter of life and death. She took in the police and measured the number of steps it would get her to the stuttering waiter, the back door, a car. Juliette twisted one of the many rings on her fingers, the cool metal as familiar as if it were an extension of her body. The rings were not mere pieces of jewellery, but practical objects that activated hoverboards, signalled for her gang to find her wherever she was, injected poison into her system to kill her should she be compromised with no hope of survival and so on. All of them were useless to her as of now.

"One one hand, he has nice clothes," Juliette mumbled to herself. "On the other hand," she held up her right hand, lifting it open the artificial lights of Broken Tooth. "I have fingers."

She turned her attention towards the officers, giving them the slow, sultry smile she always gave her clients. It was a smile that promised more of what they could see, a smile that promised escape from the harsh realities of life. She tilted her head to the side, threading her fingers through Johan's and taking a step behind him. Submissive, harmless, female, submissive, harmless, female, she repeated in her mind. When all hope is lost, use boobs. Juliette tossed her wavy auburn hair over one shoulder, letting Johan's shirt slide over it. She gazed at the detective, batting her eyelashes as she gave him her ever popular, don't-blow-my-brains-out smile.

"Shall we go?" she asked, stepping forward and tugging on Johan's hand. "My womanly, slim and admittedly nice legs are growing tired. Getting shot might have something to do with it, though," she said teasingly, chancing a glance at the cops. "I don't think I'm interested in going through that ordeal again. Electrocution is surprisingly painful."

Well, the shirt was worth it.

Johan sighs lightly at Juliette's response, in truth he disliked his class being called into attention. Unfortunately she was right, it was his status that acted as a shield as well as his many favors for the police station. None the less he couldn't let such a pompous statement from the class 3 girl go unanswered "Actually I will be questioned in due time,just like any criminal witness. The police have my personal number and are fully capable of getting a hold of me at any time. They understand that my time is limited and I have a lot of good to do around class two so they contact me when they need me so I can fit them in. If you are worried about it though." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. His personal number already written on the back "You can keep track of me yourself.... Also would you mind giving this to the boy cleaning up the table. I'm afraid I must get going but he deserves a little extra tip for his hard work." He handed the girl a bill folded up so that a one dollar bill was on the outside. Any onlooker would assume he gave her 15 dollars or something, the truth was it was a fifty wrapped in a one. "I trust you." He smiled at her gently, knowing anyone who would object to them leaving based on the thought that they needed to talk to the police first, was likely a trustworthy and law abiding person.

It was time for them to get moving, he had a lot to do with the interruptions of today and he still had to drop the pair off. As they got into the car he introduced Greg as if he was just another friend. First introducing him to them then them to him. Greg seemed nice enough in his loudly flowered orange and yellow Hawaiian shirt. With direction from Adrian, Greg would take them to whatever hotel room they where staying at tonight. Being fully aware of the activity the two where likely to participate in he wasn't planning on staying with them. Adrian would understand his propensity toward plausible deniability, having had him 'happen' to not be around when Adrian did what he did rather often in the past. Being a doctor Johan knew full well what kinds of things Adrian had his hands in, but preferred not to see them first hand. He found that not being around when he did them improved his view of the man greatly.

When the car stopped at the hotel he got out and knocked on the trunk, Greg promptly popped it for him and he dug around a bit. "I think I have.... Yeah here it is." He pulls out a little backpack "Robin's 'emergency' bag, with" He mimic's his sister's voice "All the things a girl could need." He chuckles a little "Not completely sure what all that entails, but I know there is a change of cloths and some cleaning products in there but I am not really sure what the rest of it is." He would hold the backpack out to Juliette. His sister had these hidden all over the place, in his car, in his brothers car, probably in her own car. He even found one at his beach house once and he didn't even know she had gone there before. She was always had to look perfect and these bags did just that. The backpack contained high quality shampoo, conditioner and soap, a large selection of makeup's of all shapes and sizes and some moisturizer just in case, buried at the bottom where the basic feminine hygiene products for the time that caused men to flee in terror. To top it all off, inside a specially made vacuum bag to keep cloth from wrinkling was one of her personal styled dresses. Johan didn't really understand it all, but when it came to her looks he found it was better to just nod your head and go with it. Never the less it would come in handy now. Though he would have to make sure Robin sent him another one or he would get a talking to next time she needed it.

"Morgan!" she heard her sister Chelsie say as she shot the straw wrapper at her face. Morgan let out a light laugh, covering her mouth as Chelsie tried unsuccessfully glare at her younger sister. The girl shook her head as a smile started appearing on her face, causing the dark brown curls to move back and forth. "You can never be serious, can you?" she asked as she dipped a mozzarella stick into the sauce in the center of the table, taking a bite and eyeing Morgan.

Morgan's laughing died down, her smile faltering slightly, but she looked down at her plate and picked up her fork, stabbing it into a pasta noodle and taking a bite, shrugging in response to Chelsie. Swallowing her bite, she smiled at her sister. "I can be serious when it's needed, Chels... It's just that.." she trailed off, looking out the window of the restaurant into the streets of Class 2. Biting her lip, she shrugged again, "I don't know, okay? Why do you have to ask questions about this anyway? I was just messing around with the straw wrapper. I didn't know this had to be a serious lunch date."

Chelsie leaned her back against the booth and sighed, running her hands through her hair. "It doesn't have to be a serious lunch date. Now before you get all snappy at me, calm yourself. Can't I just take my sister out to lunch and not have to see her temper so soon?" she smiled back at Morgan, and the tension disappeared. "Now what have you been doing since I haven't been around?"

"Not much, just being out and about with my friends, you know.. the usual." Morgan said casually, watching some people leave the restaurant, chattering happily amongst each other and cross the street to their vehicle. The week had lightened up, compared to what had happened in the beginning at the Broken Tooth. She hadn't returned there since, and she spoke nothing of what had happened to her parents when she had managed to get home that evening. She brought up nothing about the man who had tried to get a little close and personal with her, nothing about the weird group of people she had sat with, and nothing about the cops coming in.

She had almost choked on her breakfast the next morning when her parents were discussing the actual event at the Broken Tooth though at the table. Apparently word had spread pretty quick, and it was hard to look at her dad when he asked her if she knew anything about that when she was out, she could only shake her head. Setting her thoughts aside to ponder later, she pointed her fork at Chelsie before speaking up. "How are things with you, Chels? How's the new job?"

"Fine and dandy, actually. But nothing has happened that I would tell you about, I know you find it boring." The sisters laughed, and a waitress showed up to asked if they would like their drinks refilled, and they obliged, thanking her as she did and left to tend to her other tables.

"No, please. You can tell me about it. I haven't heard much from you lately, I'd like to know what's been keeping you out of my hair." Morgan joked, making Chelsie laugh and start her stories about her job and whatnot, all the while Morgan kept picking at her pasta, listening and nodding with it. In truth, she really did find it boring, but to see her sister lit up and passionate about something like this was good to see.