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Post by Gavin Carter on Oct 2, 2016 0:01:52 GMT -5
Was Gavin’s head steaming? He figured it had to be after that crazy test. College was so much fun until the whole school part came around. If he wanted to stay there, he’d have to pass at least most of his classes. Otherwise he would have to move back in with his parents, and they weren’t exactly the most liberal-minded people. Definitely more fun to be here. Just not right now, fresh out of a midterm with a fried brain. Fried eggs. Breakfast. Breakfast sandwich. Breakfast burrito! That was what he wanted right now! A big, huge bacon breakfast burrito. And pancakes! He deserved it. He’d worked hard studying for that test. Of course, he should probably wait until he got his scores back to celebrate, but oh well. He was feeling optimistic. Today was going to be a good day.
The biggest obstacle was that it was 2:00 in the afternoon. Where the hell was he going to get a breakfast burrito this late in the day? He headed to the parking lot where he’d parked his motorcycle while whistling some tune he’d heard in a videophone commercial or something. Those things were really catchy. The music industry really knew how to get something stuck in your head. That made him kinda wonder just who were the ones writing all the jingles. Was it just a few people, or thousands of people submitting their music from all over the country. That kinda made Gavin wonder how hard it would be for him to write a jingle. Hmm… maybe he should go back to his apartment and write one! It couldn’t be that hard, and then he would be famous! Now where was his guitar…?
By the time Gavin realised where he was, he’d walked right past his vehicle and all the way to the other side of the parking lot. Smooth move, Gav. Focus! Guitar. Wait...no… Food first. Remember the burrito. Be the burrito. Then, once you’ve eaten the burrito you can go back and make your fortune. He briefly pictured himself becoming a burrito and then eating himself. Writing a jingle after that would be pretty difficult. Especially if all you had left was a mouth. How would you play the guitar? How would you even listen to the music you were making if you didn’t have any ears? It wouldn’t be possible. Dammit, he’d passed his bike again. Silly Gavin. Once again he turned around and headed toward his destination. He’d have to find a way to focus or people would start thinking he was crazy...
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on Oct 22, 2016 12:37:09 GMT -5
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Scarlet was late....again. There was just something about this new city that wasn't right...or maybe it was just her that wasn't right. She could never really tell the difference. What was she doing? Late, and having her own internal monologue? Typical Scarlet. She grabbed her bags and rushed out the door. She stopped at the elevator and ran back when she realized that she'd left her front door wide open. Closed, locked. Okay, time to run. She went to the elevator, which she only then realized was still out of order, then down the stairs. Good thing she only lived on the second floor. Out the door and around the building so no one would see her as she took off at top speed. In moments, she was at the school. Late to class anyway. And she'd forgotten the essay she had been supposed to write....
That was Scarlet's morning. Coming out from her class, she saw a guy walking back and forth, seemingly in a daze. She popped open a small bag of chips she'd gotten from a vending machine, which, of course she talked to the whole time. She giggled at the funny looks she'd gotten from passing students when she thanked the vending machine. "Pretty skirt," she'd remarked to one of the passing students, drawing a smile and a thank you. But now she was looking at the guy who'd just turned around again. Crunch, crunch, crunch. "You're not looking for potato chips, are you?" she asked him, holding out the remaining half of the bag towards him. He was cute. The thought immediately brought red to the red-head's face. She quickly yoinked a chip from the bag and crunched it down. "They're really good. Sour cream and onion with little bacon bits flavor." She caught a quick glimpse of the nutrition information on the back. Twenty five grams of fat? "Oh, no. I'm gonna get twenty five grams fatter!" She tossed the bag to him. "You get fat! I don't wanna!"
She backed up. No idea at all in her head if he would catch the bag or if it would fall. But it would be interesting to find out. Her phone went off, a text message. She ignored it. "I'm Scarlet," she announced, as if none of what had just transpired had even happened. She was quite oblivious sometimes. "Haven't I seen you around the school?" He did look familiar. Were they in a class together? Surely she would have noticed him before.... Who was she kidding? She barely even knew she was there most of the time.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Nov 1, 2016 19:56:36 GMT -5
Off to the side, Gavin thought he heard a voice. At first he didn’t really pay it much attention, because he was used to people trying their hardest to ignore him. However, this feminine voice soon brought up food. Specifically, potato chips. And he didn’t immediately hear anyone else respond. That got his attention. He looked up to see a pretty girl with flaming red hair looking at him. Holding a bag of chips out toward him. And to top it all off, she was right in the vicinity of his motorcycle. “Triple jackpot!” he shouted before realizing that would probably seem odd to anyone who hadn’t been listening in on his thoughts. He didn’t really even care about which flavor they were; he was hungry so he would eat just about anything. Just when he was about to reach out to grab a chip, she threw the whole bag at him. It startled him a bit, and one of the chips inside the bag went flying. He managed to catch the bag in his right hand, and the stray chip in his mouth. Like he was gonna just let it fall to the ground.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… “Mmm! These are great! Thanks!” Gavin said happily after the first chip was down and he reached for another. He could have happily sat there crunching on chips and watching the girl curiously, but then she spoke again. Her name was seriously Scarlet? “For real? That’s so cool! Did your parents name you that because of your awesome hair?” It was seriously unmistakeable in color. Which was why he wasn’t sure how to respond to her question. He was sure that if he’d seen her around, he would definitely have remembered that hair. Even he wouldn’t have been able to forget that. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t seen him. “I dunno. Have you?” He ran around to stand right behind her and pretended his hands were binoculars as he looked around the empty parking lot. “Nope, I don’t see Gavin anywhere! So sad…” Crunch, crunch, crunch.. as he ditched the ‘binoculars’ to put another chip in his mouth. “I wonder where he could have gone.”
He almost rested his chin on the top of her head, but stopped himself abruptly. That would be too weird even for him. For all he knew, he was already too close and was making her uncomfortable. It wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened, and he didn’t want to make the nice girl who’d given him food uncomfortable. He took a step back from her with a bit of a nervous laugh. “Sorry I uhh… get carried away sometimes.” There were only a couple of chips left in the bag so he ate them both at the same time and tossed the empty bag into the garbage can nearby. “I’m pretty sure I would remember if we’d met before, so I’m gonna go with no. It’s nice to meetcha, Scarlet!”
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on Feb 14, 2017 17:48:23 GMT -5
Scarlet was smiling when he caught the bag, and her eyes bugged out wide when he caught the flying chips. "Wow! You should be a, like a, like a, catching things performer! Maybe you could do that with circus peanuts! Why do they call them circus peanuts?" she said, then said, then asked inquisitively to the non existent-person standing beside her to her left. She perked back up when he said they were good, and thanked her. "You're welcome," she said with a wide smile, the same wide smile that she almost always wore. "Yeah, I usually like those too, but I really like the barbecue flavor. They won't make me fatter," she said with a giggle.
"My name? My hair?" she asked with an off look, then reached up to grab some strands of her hair. She pulled it in front of her face. "I don't get i....oh! Scarlet like scarlet red! Clever mom and dad!" she said with her left fist on her hip and an 'aww shucks' air punch with her right. She giggled when he used the 'binoculars' and went around behind her. She looked back, still laughing when he said he wondered where he could have gone. "Did he go coo coo for cocoa puffs? I did once. It was fun. I couldn't jump as high as the commercial bird thingy does though. Gotta work on that," she said crossing her arms and lifting her right hand to her chin, stroking it as if there was a beard there. "My dad grew a beard once," she said turning around quickly, just as he'd stepped back. "Carried away?" she asked. "People say that about me too. But I have fun, so I don't care," she answered with a big smile.
"So my dad's beard, it was rockin'. Like a rock star beard, but he shaved it because he had a business meeting. And he's got blond hair, so it didn't look right he said. I thought it was awesome, like your hair. That is so wicked coolness awesome sweet." She reached up and took a lock of it in her hand. "Soft too. I think you're a bit of a rock star too." She tilted her head and giggled. "I bet you'd have a rockin' beard too." She smiled when he tossed the bag into the trash. "Nice shot!"
"Yeah, I think that's probably true. Nice to meetcha too, Gavin! We should totally hang out sometime. Do some crazy stuffs, make people wonder about us crazies." She smiled, not realizing she'd just invited him, basically, out with her. It wouldn't have mattered if she had realized it though. She already liked Gavin a lot.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Mar 12, 2017 20:48:13 GMT -5
It was like he could see the dots connecting slowly in her head. It was super cute, and he was probably grinning like an idiot while he watched her. Luckily all that foolishness ended before she thought about him as uncool or something. She didn’t even seem to mind the goofy binoculars thing. “Cocoa Puffs?” Those did make him go a little crazy, but god he loved them. Speaking of food though, wasn’t there something very important he was going to go do before this fiery-haired distraction captured his attention…?
Ehh… he couldn’t remember right now. If it was so important, he’d remember it later. Watching her stroke an imaginary beard was hilarious to him for some reason. Well, it wasn’t a super mystery. His vivid imagination conjured up an image of her face with a full dwarven beard that was as crazy red as the rest of her hair. “You wouldn’t look good with a beard. You’re much prettier without it.” Yep. The absolute truth. That was why he hadn’t even thought twice about it before it came blurting out of his mouth. Not like he was really capable of telling a lie anyway. His poker face was once called ‘the worst in the universe’ and being the stand up guy that he was, he’d taken it as a compliment. It was the people that knew how to lie really well that he felt the worst for.
His eyes lit up a bit when she said he was a rock star. “I was actually just thinking I should go home and write a jingle. You know, like one of the ones that gets stuck in your head from a commercial?” But before he got started with that, he was going to go get… “Burrito!” His eyes were so wide they looked like they might pop out of his skull. “I was gonna go get a breakfast burrito. Do you wanna come with me? You can ride with me on my mooooooooootorcycle!” He took a couple of steps back to where his precious vehicle was parked and patted the seat. “Whaddya say? I promise I’m a good driver.”
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on May 19, 2017 15:43:40 GMT -5
"Cocoa puffs are great!" she shouted, louder than she'd actually intended to. But that happened a lot, it seemed. He seemed like something had slipped his mind, something else that Scarlet could understand completely. She figured that if he was anything like her, and so far he was, that he'd think of it soon enough. And when he did it would be made a spectacle of. Her parents always told her that she did that. And she couldn't disagree with them, at least not if she wanted to be honest about it. But she had fun, so that was all that mattered.
Stroking the imaginary beard was something that she did all the time. She found it funny herself, and had even once bought a fake beard and wore it around the house. The funny looks she got were worth the money she spent on it. "I'd look funny, though. I bought a fake beard once. I think I still have it....somewhere. I can't remember. I lose things a lot. I could always buy a new one. It was part of a halloween costume, but I kept wearing the beard for a few days afterwards. My sister thought it was hilarious." Now she was rambling about a fake beard.... Was there nothing that didn't excite her? His compliment of her brought red to her cheeks. "Thank you," she said. Did he really think she was pretty? Well she couldn't imagine that he would have said it if he didn't think it. She'd tell him that she thought he was pretty hot too, but she figured that calling him a rock star would have given that away.
"A jingle?" she asked. "That sounds fun." She was already thinking in her head about a funny jingle for a fast food restaurant. Then she heard him yell burrito. "Burrito! Gotta have a burr...ito!" she sang out loud. She stopped and smiled. "Oooh, I'd love a burrito. Yeah, let's go get one. "Are you a good driver, though? I've been told I'm not. My sister hits the imaginary brakes a lot. Says I scare her when I drive. I don't understand it, I think I drive just fine," she said with a cute smile, a confident nod, and her hands on her hips. "So where do you want to go for this burrito?" she asked as she moved towards the motorcycle.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Nov 12, 2017 14:40:57 GMT -5
Scarlet even had a good singing voice! At least, from the little he could tell from the burrito jingle she’d made up on the spot. It was so rare for Gavin to find someone who was on his exact weirdo wavelength, he knew that he had to keep this one by his side. “Yay! Burritos and then you should help me with the jingle. I’ll play guitar and you can sing!” He locked arms with her and led her over to his motorcycle. “Of course! I’m a great driver, don’t hafta worry about that.” He only sped a little… scout’s honor. Some people were way crazier than him. Gav never really understood why some people were always in a hurry like that. Were they just always late to wherever they were going? They should all buy better alarm clocks.
When they reached his wonderful vehicle, Gav handed Scarlet the helmet. “Here ya go! Safety first!” He very rarely had a passenger when he was driving, so he didn’t have a second helmet. If anyone was going to get hurt in an accident on his watch, it was going to be him. No questions asked. When she asked where specifically they were going, he paused. “That was the problem. I don’t know who would still be serving breakfast at this time of the afternoon. Normally I go to Rigoberto’s, but I dunno…” That was one of his favorite places. Little hole in the wall Mexican food place. Couldn’t go wrong with a ‘Berto’s, in his experience. “It’s worth a shot though, right? I mean, the worst that can happen is I have to give them puppy dog eyes to convince them to bust out the eggs and bacon again…” Gavin pouted a little, giving her a taste of the dose he was fully prepared to inflict on the poor little lady at the counter if she put up any resistance. It was just a small taste, not the whole shebang. That included tears, if necessary.
After waiting for her to settle on the bike, he climbed on in front of her. “Hold on tight!” he instructed her so she wouldn’t fall off if they took a turn or something. Since he wasn’t sure whether or not she had ever ridden on a motorcycle before, he would have to play it safe and go a little slower than normal. At least, until he was confident that she could handle it. He revved the engine before looking back at her to make sure she was ready.
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on May 24, 2018 19:26:01 GMT -5
Scarlet gasped. "Oh...My...Goodness! You were a scout?" She squealed a little bit in what would seem to be delight. She wasn't even really sure if that's what it was though. She just thought it was cool. "Did you wear those tiny little shorts and that crazy bow tie thingy? Did you camp in the woods with other boys and play guitar by the campfire? Did you hunt? Did you roast marshmallows? Those are awesome. My dad did that once with us. It was so cool...like they were so gooey and warm and yummy and my sister had it all over her face and it looked yucky but it was so funny, I swear. I laughed forever about it." During the entire run-on, it seemed that the spunky red head didn't even take a breath.
Once they were at his bike, she smiled when he handed her the helmet, and started to put it on almost immediately. "Safety first," she agreed with a nod. "Rigoberto's sounds great. Never been there, but the name sounds fun. Rigoberto, Rigoberto, Rigoberto," she repeated in three horrible versions of a hispanic accent. "Burrito, burrito, taco loco," she exclaimed. She had not been to a hispanic restaurant in a long time, choosing instead for her favorites, pizza, burgers and the like. She was definitely a carnivore, but there was no stopping her when she got really hungry. She'd eat whatever got in her path, and she did like burritos. "Oooh, do they have nachos too?" she asked as she put the helmet on her head and climbed onto the bike. She turned to look at him, flipping down the visor with a big smile still on her face. "I'm the Nightwalker!" she said in a terrible attempt at a growling voice. She put her hands up as if trying to mock a vicious pose. Again, terrible. But definitely laughable.
Once he'd gotten on the bike, she listened and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "This is friggin' awesome!" she giggled as they took off. She had no worries at all about his driving. Somehow, she trusted him already. Kindred spirit, maybe. He was just as crazy as she was. He was freaking cool as heck too. She couldn't wait to see what sort of hijinks they could get into together.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Jul 14, 2018 15:08:42 GMT -5
“Not for very long. I ran off from the group a lot to go on my own adventures in the woods. The group didn’t like that very much.” Especially not the leaders. Gavin guessed he could understand where they were coming from now. It was their responsibility to keep everyone safe. Hard to do that when one member of the group was constantly running off to find elves and fairies in the woods, or trying to jump off high cliffs into the water. Even when he tried to spice up the campfire songs by making up words of his own it was frowned upon. They basically didn’t want him to be himself. That wasn’t the kind of group Gavin wanted to be a part of.
Laughing at her imitation of the Nightwalker, Gavin reached over and patted the top of the helmet a couple of times. He felt lucky that he’d run into this fun girl. It was hard to find people to relate to sometimes. Scarlet definitely seemed like she got him. “Well, Mr. Nightwalker, I love what you’ve done with your hair,” he said in a fake English accent. All those superheroes had British butlers and stuff, didn’t they? “I’ll be your chauffeur for this afternoon.”
Just as he’d instructed, she held onto him tightly as they cruised down the streets and away from the college. It wasn’t long before they’d reached the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. Gavin’s stomach was rumbling just thinking about the deliciousness within. “Here we are, my home away from home!” An exaggeration, but he really did come here quite a lot. Everyone who worked there knew him by name. Hard to forget someone as odd as him, but he prided himself on the fact that they never knew what he was going to order. A lot of people went to the same restaurants or bars and ordered the exact same food and drinks every time. That was nonsense in Gavin’s mind. Why waste your time eating the same thing all the time, when there were all sorts of new flavor combinations to be had. He had his favorites and his cravings of course, like now with the breakfast burrito, but most of the time he was willing and eager to try new things. He pulled the door open, waiting for Scarlet to walk in before following. Ahh the aroma of fresh Mexican food. He could almost taste it already.
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on Aug 29, 2018 16:43:20 GMT -5
"Awww, I"m sorry," Scarlet exclaimed. "Phooey on them anyway!" she said with a giggle. She liked that word, phooey. She didn't really know what it meant, but she liked it anyway. Honestly, there were a lot of words that she used wrong because she didn't know what they meant. She just had fun with it. It didn't even matter to her. People looked at her like she was some sort of weirdo all the time, and she knew it. She also knew that she was a little weird, but she didn't see the point in living life as a stick in the mud either. Have fun and enjoy the time you've got. Why be afraid to be the goofball in the house full of straight arrows? Just wasn't Scarlet's way.
Scar lowered her head a bit when he patted the top of the helmet. "Really?!? I wasn't happy with it this morning. I thought about curling it but the curling iron takes so long to heat up and then I started eating a bowl of fruit loops and ended up playing a game with them seeing how far I could toss them across the room. They don't fly very far, really. It pretty hilarious though when you're cleaning the kitchen and you come across a random fruit loop though. It's happened a few times," she said with a laugh. "I've always wanted a chauffeur," she said in an absolutely horrendous British accent. If her impression of the Nightwalker was bad, and her Hispanic accent was just as bad, her British accent was just incredibly bad. She'd have to remember to not do that while in the Mexican restaurant. She'd gotten in real trouble the one time she'd gone to a Chinese place and she'd stared at the buffet and yelled, "Sit, Stay." She didn't want a repeat of that. Especially since this place seemed to be a favorite of his. She really liked Gavin already.
"This place is great," she said as he opened the door and let her walk in first. Such a gentlemen. Her father would really like him. She moved quickly up to the counter and was bouncing up and down while looking over the menu. Oh the combinations she already had in mind, she just had to see what they served here first. Peering over the menu, she waited for Gavin to come up there. The person behind the counter greeted him. Yep, they knew him here. "I want the spaghetti," she said with a laugh, pointing to the menu. The server looked back with a quizzical expression. When the hell did they get spaghetti on the menu.....? He looked back at her. "Gavin 2.0?" he asked Gavin.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Oct 14, 2018 17:57:35 GMT -5
Gavin’s nose wrinkled as he attempted to hold in a laugh at Scarlett’s awful British accent. “That...is..the. BEST!” Clearing his throat, he went back into his accent as well. “Might I suggest, sir, that Cinnamon Toast Crunch is more aerodynamic and would fly much farther when tossed like a frisbee.” Did he actually know what he was talking about? Not even a little bit, but damn it was fun. He liked the way she just went along with whatever weird thing he was doing, and vice versa. They just seemed to get each other. It was pretty great. Gavin had very few people in his life that he felt like really understood him. Even his family didn’t always get it, and they’d seen the most extreme of his behavior. They still didn’t always understand the WHY of what he did. They were just more prepared for the WHAT, and able to handle it more easily.
He was glad she seemed to like the restaurant so far. He was usually here at least a couple of times a week. Couldn’t get enough of their burritos. It could be difficult to find good Mexican food this far north, so Gavin had learned at an early age to cling to the good places when he found them. You never know what their financial situation might be. He’d hate to feel like he missed out on anything if his favorite place ended up closing its doors. It happened all too often with restaurants. No time in life for regrets. That was part of the reason he never understood women who were constantly on diets. The standard of beauty they were holding themselves up to was making them all miserable. Better to just eat whatever you wanted and be happy, even if it meant being a couple of pounds heavier. That was his opinion on all that, anyway.
“Ayyyyyy Mrs. C!” he said to the woman behind the counter with an enthusiastic wave. That little old Mexican lady had put up with many Gavin-related shenanigans since his discovery of this place. Poor woman. The same large grin spread across his face the moment the word ‘spaghetti’ escaped her mouth. Their poor server looked so confused. If it wasn’t so hilarious Gavin might have had time to feel bad for the poor guy. “Yep, she’s the upgrade for sure. Prettier and funnier. I sure couldn’t pull off hair that color!” He glanced at the menu briefly. “Can you ask Mrs. C if she can make me a bacon breakfast burrito made with eeeeextra love? I know it’s after breakfast time, but tell her I said pretty please?” He returned his glance to the elderly woman and batted his eyelashes at her, giving her his most innocent smile. Who could say no to that?
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on Nov 3, 2018 8:15:43 GMT -5
Scarlet's eyes lit up at the idea of Cinnamon Toast Crunch flying farther than fruit loops. The thought had never occurred to her. Though she had tried with frosted flakes and rice crispies, the latter of which was extremely hard to clean up later, she remembered. "Definitely going to have to experiment with that one," she said with a giggle. Even his accent was better than hers, but she didn't mind that at all. She was having a good time, and that was all that was important. It had never in her life happened that someone could keep up with Scar's ridiculousness. Her sister tried so hard, and did okay, but at her heart she was the calmer of the two, and Scarlet didn't hold that against her at all. There was still nothing but love there. "I did try it with jelly beans once too, but they're much more fun to just eat." Not that she'd never picked them up off the floor and eaten them anyway of course....
This restaurant though, it was amazing. The decor was beautifully colorful and the place just felt welcoming. Smiles were on the faces of all the workers she saw, which was rare indeed nowadays. This must be a great place to work, she thought. Then, finding a steady job wasn't something that fit her personality at all. She was way too unpredictable, though there were a few places that expected that. She didn't figure this place was. Usually, she'd learned, the places that were more fun to work with had the more solid structure base. People knew what they could and couldn't do there. Knowing your boundaries was a good thing.
Laughing the entire time, there was no poker face with Scarlet. She couldn't help it. She was just that funny to herself, and obviously, Gavin as well. "I don't know, look at that hair though," she answered with a silly grin, running her fingers through his apparently untamable locks. "Ok, but for serious now. I'd like to have....not the spaghetti but that does sound good....how about the nacho grande plate," she said with the same smile still on her face. The server gave an off laugh and took down her order, then Gavin's in turn. "So Mrs. C?" she asked when the server walked off. "How long have you known her? She seems awesome."
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Post by Gavin Carter on Jan 19, 2019 13:29:06 GMT -5
“Mmm jelly beans…” Gavin’s attention trailed off for a bit as he thought about all his favorite flavors of jelly beans. There were so many he couldn’t pick just one. Then again, there were also plenty of gross ones. Black licorice was the bane of his existence. Did anyone really like eating that crap? It didn’t seem possible. Bleh. There were other flavors he wasn’t really a fan of, but that one was number one on his hatred list. A list which, by the way, was quite short. It really took a lot for him to use that particular four letter word.
It wasn’t long before his attention was drawn back to the moment. How could he let his mind wander for more than a moment considering his company? Scarlet was always doing something different and fun. He was glad she seemed to be having a good time. And hopefully she’d like the food here, too. It really was one of his favorite places, but normally he came here by himself. So far it was even better with someone to hang out with. He was sure the kitchen staff would be relieved too. He did have a bad habit of getting bored when he was by himself for too long, and bored Gavin could cause all kinds of mischief.
After hearing his companion’s question about Mrs. C, Gavin shot the woman in question a mischievous look. “Yeah, Contreras is her last name but I call her Mrs. C for short. I’ve known her just a couple of years now. I come into this place at least once a week, though, so I’m sure they’re all sick of seeing my face by now. Right, Jorge?” He asked their server as he came back with drinks. “Nah, you keep the place lively.” The man took four drinks off his tray and set two of them down in front of each guest. One water, one pale opaque drink. At first, Gavin was confused since they hadn’t ordered any drinks.
“On the house.”
“Ooooh horchata. It’s like you know me!” he grinned at the man before taking a large gulp from the second glass. It was his favorite, so getting one for free was about as good as it got. He loved that light cinnamon-y flavor.
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Post by Scarlet O'Connell on Feb 9, 2019 17:30:28 GMT -5
Ah jelly beans... If only Scarlet was a poet, she would write an ode to jelly beans. The flippin' things deserved a twelve act play, but she was no writer. Hell she had enough trouble just focusing on doing the essay portion of her mid term for Professor Igawa's class. That dude was funny. But jelly beans were insanely great. She loved experimenting by putting different flavors in her mouth and getting the different tastes from that. She loved all the flavors, even the ones everyone else thought were terrible. She didn't eat enough of them, not that anyone was capable of eating enough of them. It just wasn't a possible thing. Jelly beans were just too darned good.
The goofy girl was just smiling the entire time that Gavin was interacting with the guy behind the counter. Jorge, he'd called him. Scar would have to remember that....though to be fair, she probably wouldn't. Way too scatterbrained that one was. She laughed again when Gavin took a large drink from the glass. She could see how happy it had made him to have that drink, so she also took a drink from hers. "Aaah," she squealed. "So! Good!" She licked her lips, though she didn't notice the dribble from the glass that had rolled down the side of her mouth. She was still smiling though, not knowing just how ridiculous she looked at the moment. Not that it would matter to her anyway. Like the time she'd bought a dog bowl and had her family's names engraved on it and hung it above her bed. Ridiculous, but she didn't care. She wondered if that was still hanging over her bed at home.
"So you come in here once a week. They must really love you," Scarlet said with the same smile. She finally realized something didn't feel right on her chin, so she wiped it with her shirt. Never mind that she had a napkin...napkins were kind of a necessity at Mexican restaurants....she just used the first thing that sprung to mind. Then came the nachos. "Thank you," she said happily and dove right in. One chip scooped up some cheese, and she bounced it across the plate, making 'boing' noises before landing on a jalapeno and one more 'boing' before it popped into her mouth. She wiggled in her chair happily.
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Post by Gavin Carter on Apr 20, 2019 16:50:18 GMT -5
The horchata didn’t last long in Gavin’s hands. Just as quickly as it had come, it was gone and the consumer had a slight case of the brain freezes. His entire face scrunched up tight and he shook his head in an attempt to get the uncomfortable feeling to go away. “Again!?” came the sound of Jorge’s voice along with a slight laugh. “Yep. I never learn do I? It’s too good!” When Gavin’s eyes opened again, he found that his empty glass had been replaced with a full one. They really did know him. “Keep ‘em coming, bartender!” This one he would drink more slowly than the last one, but it didn’t change the fact that he usually downed at least three or four glasses every time he came to this place.
The pain faded fairly quickly, and Gavin returned his attention to his company. He wasn’t used to having someone here with him. Not that he’d forgotten she was there. Who could possibly miss that fiery red hair. But he did have his habits when he was here. He liked to think of them as traditions, really. Tradition was important. And she looked like she was having fun, which was really the important thing. Scarlet had such a radiant smile. He liked to think he was at least partially responsible for it right now, but the truth was that she’d seemed to be perfectly satisfied with her own company too so she probably would have been smiling even if they hadn’t met by chance. Which was a good thing. He couldn’t imagine her without a smile on her face.
“Well, they haven’t banned me yet so I think I’m doing pretty good.” Ohhh yes. It was burrito o’clock. His eyes probably doubled in size when Jorge set down his plate. It was a thing of beauty, this breakfast burrito. Easily the size of his forearm, and he knew the inside was stuffed with crispy bacon, eggs, cheese, potatoes, refried beans… He grinned, loosing a long sigh of happiness as he reached for the hot sauce. “Mrs. C, you’re a saint!” He picked up one end of the immense thing, sprinkled on a healthy supply of hot sauce, and took a large bite. Heaven. He’d died and gone to heaven. This was exactly what he needed. Scarlet seemed to be enjoying her food too. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen you around campus before now. I mean, I can be kind of a space cadet sometimes, but I know I would have remembered you. What year are you?”
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