Post by sonata on Feb 7, 2011 8:35:19 GMT
Sanctuary
Waffle House
1:30AM
Waffle House
1:30AM
The waitress lifted the saucer that had upon it a cup of hazel nut coffee. As she walked along the counter, she gazed at the man that was slumped in the booth with his face turned toward the walled-off kitchen. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lip as she stopped before his table, watching him as he slept. His hands were tucked within the pockets of his coat and he was slumped so low in his seat that the back of his head could have chose to rest on the back of the chair if he had so chose to switch positions. The tank top he wore was white and loosely outlined the solid curves of his pectorals and abs. A silver cross rested on his chest, plain and rectangular without any design. He was clean-shaven and didn’t look like any truck driver though right outside was exactly that: a truck. A semi was what she meant for they were the usual customers she’d get at these hours.
The waitress reached her arm over the railing to carefully set down the coffee cup as it uttered a soft clatter. That small sound was enough to stir Hue from his snooze as he turned his forehead from the wall of the kitchen and narrowed his eyes at the coffee cup that was set before him.
“Rise and shine,” the waitress chimed, “Although, it isn’t morning yet.”
Groggily, Hue sat up in his seat yet hunched his form over the coffee cup as he crossed his forearms upon the table. He had wanted to keep sleeping, but knew the restaurant wasn’t a Holiday Inn. He would get as much sleep as he could to make up for the few hours he got at Jessica’s.
“I took my time with the coffee. I wasn’t expecting you to fall asleep right after you ordered. What are you doing up so late? Wife kick you out?” she asked playfully.
Hue opened his eyes a bit wider as they gazed at the girl from beneath dark and lowered brows. She was rather nosy, but then she was young. Usually, women who worked at Waffle House’s looked pretty rough or looked old enough to be his grandmother, but this young girl made him think college student or perhaps high school. She was young with flawless, buttermilk skin and chocolate hair with rose-red streaks at her bangs. Two spiked piercings twinkled from her bottom lip and thick eyeshadow and eyeliner darkened her eyes. Eh, juvenile. She skipped behind the bar in her cargo jeans and skate-sneakers. What made her so happy at this time of hour? He had no idea.
“Let’s just not talk about me right now,” Hue muttered as he then rested his palms against his forehead, and winced as soon as he was reminded of the cut on one of his palms.
The waitress had been peeking through the bars of the rail when she saw Hue wince and gaze at his palm. “What’s wrong? Splinter?” she questioned.
Hue closed his hand and curled it toward his chest. “You’re nosy, you know that?”
“And you’re antisocial.”
“I’m not antisocial. Just some things you ask are just none of your damn business.”
Rising, the waitress bit her bottom-lip playfully and said, “Drink your coffee so you won’t be so grumpy. I would have brought you something else, but this isn’t a bar.”
“If I’d wanted anythin’ other than coffee, then I would have gone to one.” Bars attracted the wrong crowds at this time of night.
Hue closed his eyes and hung his head, feeling a wave of nausea come over him. The whole incident with Jessica and that demon that had come out of her was making him sick. He had never seen anything like that, and his nerves were finally catching up to him.
“Are you all right?” the waitress asked.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up,” Hue replied lowly.
The waitress pointed to the doors behind him. “Bathroom’s there.”
“Are they clean?”
“No toilet is clean. What are you expecting to vomit in? The throne of God?”
“I ain’t leanin’ over a shit-stained toilet.”
“You’re better off in the men’s bathroom then. You guys do nothing but use the urinals most of the time, right?”
Hue gave no reply as he rose from the booth with his coat sleeve over his mouth. He frantically darted into the men’s bathroom as the waitress regarded the neglected cup of coffee on the table and sighed. At least it would cool off this way.[/size][/font]