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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Dec 16, 2018 16:51:10 GMT -8
Tony hit the little order-up bell before Ruby had a chance to reply, pulling Gail's attention and robbing her of the opportunity to at the very least catch Ruby's reactive expression.
Gail returned the disapproving grimace Tony was throwing their way. "Geez. So crotchety," Gail mumbled to Ruby under her breath. On her way over, Gail grabbed the check and surprisingly generous tip left by Finnick and stuffed it into her apron pocket, making a mental note that it always was worth it to be kind, even when faced with an unhappy patron. "Two minutes," Gail said, holding up two fingers as she approached the kitchen counter. "Two whole minutes we stopped running around just for a quick breather." Gail began transferring the plates to a tray as she spoke. "Lunch rush is over so don't get your apron in a bunch. Love you, Tones," she added sweetly to lighten the mood before walking away. She caught the crook of a smile out of him before he resumed his grimace and incoherent mumbling under his breath.
"Ladies, your fuel has arrived," she said cheerily, placing the plates in front of the later arrivals. She started to load the empty plates and cups of the women who'd finished their meals onto the tray. "So nice of you all to help out with fixing up Mr. Robinson's place. No doubt it'll look even better than before the fire. Anyone want their coffees topped off or a cup to go?" she asked as she wasn't sure if the ones who were done were going to stick around and wait while the others finished up or if they'd be heading out to get started.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Dec 17, 2018 8:10:21 GMT -8
"Ladies, your fuel has arrived," The ladies were happiest when enjoying a great meal. So, they had nothing but love for the people at Granny's place. "So nice of you all to help out with fixing up Mr. Robinson's place. No doubt it'll look even better than before the fire. Anyone want their coffees topped off or a cup to go?"
"William is a great guy, no way we couldn't come out and help. Even if someone had a lot of us up until the wee hours," Dakota smirked in Scarlet's direction as she took a bite of her sandwich.
"I never told you to have those six shots and four beers, Kota." Scarlet smiled back and finished off her pancakes, handing her empty plates to Gail as she gathered and distributed.
"She's right, we all told you to slow down." Dani agreed and turned to Gail, "You should join us out for a weekend, Gail, you'd have a blast. Ruby's been, nothing like playing pool and shooting a few back."
"The rest of the girls going to meet us there, Sca sca?" Dakota smirked, which only caused Scarlet to roll her eyes.
"Yes, they decided last minute sleeping was the best option. They'll meet us down there with supplies." Terri and Noel were already scooting out of the booth, they were heading out. "Wait up, I'm coming. Can't spend another minute with this one," Scarlet rustled Dakota's hair before handing over a couple hundred. "Should cover my girls and a few extra people who come through, keep the rest. Always a pleasure, Gail. See you tomorrow. Girls, don't take to long- we got a lot of work to do." The groaned playfully before ignoring Scarlet and digging in.
*Scarlet, Terri, and Noel exit to Will's Itty Bitty Wonderworld*
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 26, 2019 17:31:48 GMT -8
"I believe I saw a certain handsome blonde guy heading that way this morning," "If you're feeling the sudden urge to volunteer, I could handle things here."
Before Ruby could over protest, Gail was off with her order, leaving the other waitress standing there with her mouth partially hanging open. She hadn't seen Kitt since....well, it had been a few days. It wasn't like she was avoiding him or anything...okay, it was totally like she was avoiding him. What the hell was wrong with her?
That was a loaded question. And one that wasn't going to be solved any time soon- particularly not at the toy store. So Ruby did what she did best. Ignored it. Tony was putting her orders up anyway, so Ruby dove right back into work.
That worked for a good twenty minutes or so but as Gail had told Tony, the lunch rush was over and the diner was slowly but surely emptying out. She could make a run down to the toy store...Uh huh. And Granny would be oh so understanding of that after missing work the other day and finding him in your bed. Besides, what exactly are you planning on saying to the man, Ruby? Sorry, I'm ignoring you because I have commitment issues? Ruby roughly grabbed some salt and pepper shakers from the empty tables by the front windows and carried them to the counter, putting them down a little harder than necessary in her task of refilling them.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 27, 2019 15:57:48 GMT -8
Gail was piling the last dirty dish from a table into a bin when she heard items hitting the counter at a stronger than necessary trajectory. Gail rested the bin against her hip and walked over.
"You show those salt and pepper shakers!" she said, placing the bin on the counter. "Why are we mad at the salt and pepper shakers again?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips and pinning Ruby with a scrutinizing eye. She thought she had an idea what the real issue was but she'd wait to see if Ruby wanted to talk about it.
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Post by Storyteller on Jan 29, 2019 13:49:18 GMT -8
"Why are we mad at the salt and pepper shakers again?"
Ruby didn't look up at Gail's voice, still glaring daggers at the poor innocent spice receptacles, "Because they can't have nice things without making a mess out of it." Her ire waning, Ruby glanced over at the other waitress. "And by they, I mean me," she sighed. "But I guess you already figured that out."
The diner was nearly empty and the few remaining patrons were all regulars well into their meals so Ruby took a seat at the counter and turned to face Gail fully. After making sure that Granny was no where to be seen, of course. "Things got weird with Kitt. And now I'm pretty sure that I am making things a million times worse."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 9, 2019 18:51:15 GMT -8
"And by they, I mean me," "But I guess you already figured that out."
Gail tapped her temple with an exaggerated shrewd expression that said she did. With a quick assessment of her own, she saw nobody was in need of anything and came around the other side of the counter as well, sighing in bliss at getting off her feet.
"Things got weird with Kitt. And now I'm pretty sure that I am making things a million times worse."
"Ah, emotions," Gail said dreamily, placing her elbow on the counter then resting her chin in her palm. "Love is wonderful and magical. You're walking around in a happy daze. Suddenly, you find yourself doing stupid stuff until finally, the verbal constipation sets in." She tapped her chin in thought, saying, "I should write Hallmark cards," as an aside. Gail dropped her arm, letting it rest on the table and got serious. "Communication. The lack of it is the downfall of most relationships." Gail reached out, squeezing Ruby's arm. "Talk to him," she encouraged. "Dancing around it, trying to guess what he's thinking, withholding what you're feeling, it's an uncoordinated mess."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Feb 9, 2019 19:02:28 GMT -8
Errol had waited a little while after dropping Lily off at the corner. The good Doctor had thought it was important that she start taking on some responsibilities out in the big wide world. Without him of course. Ridiculous, he could help, wanted to even! But maybe it would have been... something, oh he couldn't remember how Hopper had put it now, some random jargon of the PhD kind. How the heck had anybody thought cleaning up a burned out old toy store would be therapeutic? Sounded like a great way to scare the poor girl back into her house forever. And that was just wrong!
He had wanted to swoop back in and help her take the plunge at least. She had spend quite some time just walking back and forth in front of the building after all. Tugged at the ol' heartstrings. But in the end he decided to listen to that stupid voice in the back of his mind and leave. A horrible decision really as he almost ran into Gold again. But with some fancy footwork here he was at the diner.
Pushing the door open Wayne stepped inside and didn't need to wait for his eyes to adjust, the restaurant did have good natural lighting. Was he even hungry? The man just shrugged as he helped himself to a table for two on the front wall of the interior. Best to have a look if anyone came strolling along that picket fence that he didn't want to be trapped by. Especially since there was only one way in and one way out. With a sigh Errol pulled the slightly warped menu open and started rolling his eyes on down the line.
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Post by Storyteller on Feb 9, 2019 19:22:27 GMT -8
"Communication. The lack of it is the downfall of most relationships." "Talk to him," "Dancing around it, trying to guess what he's thinking, withholding what you're feeling, it's an uncoordinated mess."
There Gail went, being all logical again.
"I was afraid you were going to say that," Ruby replied with an exaggerated groan. "You know that communicating is not one of the many, many wonderful qualities that I excel in." Though she knew that the other waitress was absolutely right. Talking to Kitt would almost certainly clear things up. After all, not talking to him cause the mess to begin with. But with talking came emotions and long term commitments and a myriad of others things that caused no shortage of panic when Ruby truly considered them.
The tingle of the bell above the door caught her attention and Ruby glanced over as Errol Wayne casually strolled in, taking a booth by the front window. Saved by the bell. Ruby jumped up, taking the opportunity to avoid the rest of the conversation by crossing to the new customer.
"Hey Errol, can I get you something to drink while you're looking over the menu?"
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Feb 9, 2019 19:31:55 GMT -8
It was not long before one of the Waitresses, Ruby, came over to take care of him. It was one of the many endearing qualities of Granny's. Seems like he had interrupted something but had a feeling she was not all that disappointed by the distraction. "Hey Errol, can I get you something to drink while you're looking over the menu?"
"Oh I'm sure I could come up with something on the fly, lets see, it is still early isn't it..." The man said matter-of-factly as he smirked at the thought. The things he'd like to ask for right about now. "I'm probably supposed to say coffee right? Let's make it that and steak and eggs. I can hear that calling me." He planted the menu down promptly and stared wistfully at the alcohol list. It was appealing even as short as it was.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 9, 2019 23:28:34 GMT -8
"You know that communicating is not one of the many, many wonderful qualities that I excel in."
The truth was, nobody really did. Not even herself. It was easier to preach than to practice. That didn't mean people should stop encouraging it.
The bell of the diner went off and the swiftness with which Ruby fled from the conversation about having a conversation made Gail snicker. "Bock, bock, bock." Her chicken noise quietly accompanied Ruby's departure.
Gail hopped off the stool and grabbed an empty bin, going to clear the table beside Errol's that had cleared shortly before he'd arrived.
"I'm probably supposed to say coffee right? Let's make it that and steak and eggs. I can hear that calling me."
"Oh, eggs. Know where those come from, Ruby?" Gail said with the subtly of a brick through a window. She shifted her attention to Errol and gave him a welcoming smile while continuing to clear the table beside him. "How goes it, Errol? Oh," she said, forgetting her chore as she recalled something she'd seen when people watching from the window during slow time. "Who's that pretty girl I saw you walking with the other day?" she asked, moving to stand beside Ruby.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Feb 10, 2019 8:31:32 GMT -8
"Oh, eggs. Know where those come from, Ruby?" Gail had slid up alongside their table to busy herself cleaning. Errol could sense there was some intrigue afoot. This sort of fun couldn't be ignored. "How goes it, Errol? Oh," she said cutting herself off but the man's mind plowed forward. "Sass, I like it. There's no harm in a friendly wager now is there?" And then sometimes that mind of his got him into a lot of trouble as it dawned on him that one or possibly both of these ladies would be handling his food. "Forget I said that, there's a tip in it for both of you."
It was at that point Wayne realized Gail had asked him a question, "Who's that pretty girl I saw you walking with the other day?" she said, moving to stand beside Ruby. Oh no! No questions there that would go anywhere good. He answered that and then it might lead them to asking Lily questions and he didn't need her considering future possibilities... One step at a time. "Pretty girl? Ya know, I wish I could help you but I'm just with so many its hard to say." Good enough right? Case closed, or so he hoped. They could be disgusted or amused, either suited him just fine.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 3, 2019 20:02:30 GMT -8
Gail had seen the way Errol had looked at the girl and the girl at him. It was the only reason she'd even taken notice and continued to watch the pair of them walking. She wasn't buying the player act but she'd play along anyway.
"Oh, really. So she--and all those other girls," she said dismissing them with a wave, "aren't spoken for then?" Gail tapped her chin in thought. "Maybe we should introduce her to some of the single guys," Gail said to Ruby, acting as if Errol wasn't there but watching his reaction from the corner of her eye. "The girl I'm talking about, she's pretty and seems really sweet. You can tell by her smile. Oh! How about Billy? I think they'd be cute together."
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Post by Storyteller on Mar 7, 2019 13:08:37 GMT -8
"Oh, eggs. Know where those come from, Ruby?"
If looks could kill...well, Ruby wouldn't want to kill Gail. But it didn't stop her from narrowing her eyes at the other waitress. But her attention was piqued at Gail's next words, "Who's that pretty girl I saw you walking with the other day?"
Anxious to turn the conversation from anything near her own love life, Ruby piped up, "Oooooh Errol. A pretty girl, eh?"
"Pretty girl? Ya know, I wish I could help you but I'm just with so many its hard to say."
Ruby rolled her eyes at the typical Errol response. In all honesty, the two of them had quite a few similarities. It was why the two 'players' of Storybrooke had never given it a go with each other.
"Oh, really. So she--and all those other girls," "aren't spoken for then?" "Maybe we should introduce her to some of the single guys," "The girl I'm talking about, she's pretty and seems really sweet. You can tell by her smile. Oh! How about Billy? I think they'd be cute together."
With a sly smirk, Ruby chimed back, "Billy could definitely be a possibility. He has those sparkling eyes that just pull you right in... Or what about Sheriff Graham? He is way too hot to stay single for so long..."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Mar 9, 2019 19:04:04 GMT -8
"How about Billy? I think they'd be cute together." This was not were he thought this would be going. The intrigue was at his expense. It was Errol's turn now to narrow his eyes. Then came Ruby's response, "Billy could definitely be a possibility. He has those sparkling eyes that just pull you right in... Or what about Sheriff Graham? He is way too hot to stay single for so long..." This game was getting interesting, he had to admit.
"Billy might want to try barking up another tree. And Graham? He's got his hands full, trust me." It was not common knowledge but Graham's extracurricular activities were known to him at least. Wayne prided himself in keeping one step ahead of the law and he had learned a thing or two. The sheriff was quite busy and she didn't share well with others...
"Besides, before you go throwing out any more idea's... or names... yesterday you say? Well I'm afraid she's taken." Errol wiped the scowl off his face and went back to his normal jovial set. "Not that I'd let that stop me mind you but a decent sort such as yourselves wouldn't send some poor unsuspecting gentleman to a fate at the hands of her fellow right? There, so hows about you two slide on in here and make yourselves comfortable? We can talk about other more pleasant things, like eggs!" He slid down in the booth to make room if they wanted to take him up on his offer.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Mar 23, 2019 13:45:33 GMT -8
"Billy might want to try barking up another tree. And Graham? He's got his hands full, trust me."
Gail's eyebrows raised with intrigue. Apparently Errol had some juicy town gossip that miraculously wasn't already known by the entire town. Gail wouldn't pry though. Things like that would get around to her ears eventually.
"Besides, before you go throwing out any more idea's... or names... yesterday you say? Well I'm afraid she's taken." "Not that I'd let that stop me mind you but a decent sort such as yourselves wouldn't send some poor unsuspecting gentleman to a fate at the hands of her fellow right? There, so hows about you two slide on in here and make yourselves comfortable? We can talk about other more pleasant things, like eggs!"
Gail watched him, a knowing smirk working its way onto her face at how obvious it was that the second town's player had also lost control of the game. And he'd quite unsubtly attempted to hit the ball back in the other's court. Gail turned that knowing smirk toward Ruby before taking Errol up on his offer and sliding into the booth across from him. "The eggs special is only good while Ruby is here so if she has someplace to be, then I'm afraid I have nothing to tell." Blackmail laid out in the guise of diner talk, Gail looked up at Ruby innocently with an evil glint in her eye.
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Post by Lady Lee-o on Apr 20, 2019 19:34:37 GMT -8
The Amazon's were getting a bit rambunctious as they ate their meals. Laughing, joking, and causing a bit of ruckus. When Granny came out from the back and walked over to the table, they all went silent. "You ladies have somewhere to be?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Wallets were soon being taken out and money plopped on the table. "Gail, Ruby, we're rolling out." The Amazon's smirked and headed for the door, Granny watching them as they left. Once they were gone she smirked and headed towards the counter. "Girls, customer service. You got tables,"
*Amazon's Leave to Will's Itty Bitty Wonderworld*
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 27, 2019 20:07:12 GMT -8
"The eggs special is only good while Ruby is here so if she has someplace to be, then I'm afraid I have nothing to tell."
Looks like she wasn't getting out of this one that easily. Ruby was about to respond with a scathing remark when Granny, of all people, became her knight in shining armor. Ew. Maybe she needed to think of a different descriptor for that.
"Girls, customer service. You got tables,"
Ruby victoriously cocked her eyebrow at the other waitress, "I'm afraid I do. One of us needs to work around here." Then she raced as far from the table as she could, casually of course. Couldn't give Granny the satisfaction that she was jumping up to do her bidding.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Apr 27, 2019 20:34:10 GMT -8
"Girls, customer service. You got tables..." And that would be Granny. Errol hadn't seen her recently for some kind of health problems he gathered, but he did not like to pry into matters like that. That was none of his business. "I'm afraid I do. One of us needs to work around here." The vivacious redhead raced as far from the table as she could, not too fast of course, she still managed to maintain a level of control in her retreat.
"Well, that was unfortunate timing. I guess we will have to tune in next week for the conclusion?" He said with a smirk. It was always entertaining to get caught in the middle of a squabble like theirs. Some people might find it uncomfortable, he didn't mind in the least. It could get juicy. And it kept the attention off him to boot. While he waited for Gail's response he cast a sideways glance and watched Ruby's exit with great interest.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on May 4, 2019 21:43:07 GMT -8
"Have a great day, ladies!" she called out to the biker crew as they exited the diner.
Gail gave a forlorn sigh on behalf of Ruby as her friend made a quick retreat, not in the direction of her heart, but instead, away from it. "You player types may exude confidence but it seems deep down, you're nothing but chicken." There wasn't malice in her tone, only a sort of matter-of-fact sadness to what she'd observed back to back by both the town players.
Not one to dare cross Granny, she got to her feet and took out her order pad and pen, writing down the order he'd given when she'd first approached. "Coffee, steak, and... Eggs." She looked up from the pad to look him pointedly in the eye as she said the last word. The way she said it, she'd simultaneously called him chicken in a roundabout way while also explaining what she'd been teasing Ruby about.
Pen tapping against the pad, she started to step away but noticed Ruby clearing a table within earshot. The tapping stopped as the wheels in her mind turned. Gail paused and turned back. "You know, everyone is looking for something meaningful, whether they admit it or not. The longer you wait to say something, the more they start to wonder if they were just another meaningless mark." She shook her pen at the both of them while delivering the warning part. "And then they start looking for meaning elsewhere."
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Post by Medieval Kevin on May 5, 2019 5:48:25 GMT -8
As his eyes followed Ruby, the words that came next snapped him back to the table. "You player types may exude confidence but it seems deep down, you're nothing but chicken." Errol's expression changed to one of surprise, "Hey I was simply pondering the possibil-"
"You know, everyone is looking for something meaningful, whether they admit it or not. The longer you wait to say something, the more they start to wonder if they were just another meaningless mark." Gail finished as she had cut him mid sentence. He felt it. That troublesome twang. The feeling of something snapping inside himself. The sensation that he had done something... wrong? The man instinctively reached up and clutched his chest, his expression losing some of that 'confidence'.
"And then they start looking for meaning elsewhere." Now his face just went blank. "Ouch." Point taken, for now. It's not like he didn't want to learn. Deep down something just kept him moving. Maybe he wanted to experience everything! What was so wrong with that... But then why did her words hurt? What made everything better? "Pancakes!" He blurted out suddenly as his smirk returned tenfold.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 8, 2019 16:16:14 GMT -8
"You know, everyone is looking for something meaningful, whether they admit it or not. The longer you wait to say something, the more they start to wonder if they were just another meaningless mark." "And then they start looking for meaning elsewhere."
Ruby was grabbing the stack of empty plates and glasses from the table. Gail's warning gave her pause, the glasses teetering precariously as the waitress swiftly came to a halt. "Good. Maybe they are better off that way." Ruby muttered, fixing Gail with a hard look.
"Ruby-" Granny's voice resounded through the diner again, cutting off any further conversation. 'Run this coffee over to the volunteers at the toy shop. So much to do there, I'm sure they will already need the boost."
"Sure Granny," Ruby replied with uncharacteristic compliance to the old woman. Well, Granny didn't need to know why.
She deposited the stack of dishes in the kitchen window and grabbed the carafes of coffee sitting on the other side. Without another word, she was out the door.
*Ruby exits to Will's Itty Bitty Wonderworld*
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jun 9, 2019 14:59:16 GMT -8
After Errol changed the topic to pancakes and Ruby twisted Gail's warning into a different spin delivered with a look that said she was well and done with this conversation, Gail sighed and threw her arms in the air in defeat.
Gail scooted out from her seat across Errol and was getting to her feet when Granny shouted out the order for Ruby to take coffee to the very place Gail had been trying to get her to go. Gail smirked, feeling a small victory as Ruby complied without argument. She was out the door in a flash. Huh. No problem going as long as she had a reason to fall back on other than simply wanting to be there. 'Prideful brat,' Gail thought with a chuckle, logging away that revelation into her arsenal for later use.
She looked back at Errol, remembering what her task had been before she'd gotten distracted. "Right, pancakes. Coming right up!" There was extra friendliness in her tone to try to make up for the harsh reality she'd tried to hammer into him. She'd said her peace. It was back to fun, jokey Gail.
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Post by Medieval Kevin on Jun 30, 2019 18:39:31 GMT -8
Ruby was gone, the door jingling closed with that familiar bell. "Right, pancakes. Coming right up!" Gail was back to her cheerful self it seemed. Was it Ruby that brought that out? Or both of them, 'player types'... He decided to save that for another day. Besides he probably couldn't dispute that.
Errol sat quietly for a moment. The silence was awkward and his mind started to wander. Where did Ruby go anyway? Granny's words echoed through his head then, 'Run this coffee over to the volunteers at the toy shop'. Toy shop, right... "Wait volunteers?" the man said out loud. He didn't seem to notice or care about that last fact. "Lily!" Gail and Ruby had threatened to meddle! He immediately slid out of the booth and right up to the counter. "Gail I'll take that to go... actually, I'll be back for it. Cold is fine." Wayne opened up his wallet and glanced in. With a flinch he pulled out a $20 and deposited it behind the register. As soon as he hit the pavement outside the picket fence he was off at a sprint.
**Errol exits to Will's Itty Bitty Wonderworld**
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jul 6, 2019 16:30:56 GMT -8
Errol's order put in and Tony cooking it up, Gail was serving up some small talk with one of the few patrons left when Errol was suddenly on his feet and out the door, backing up his promise to be back for his pancakes with payment.
Worried that something had happened, she hurried to the door to see what was the matter. As soon as she saw the direction he was heading, she knew everything was alright. Gail was baffled. She'd been so pushy to get the two town players to own up to their feelings and do something about it but they'd both turned the notion down flat. Then Granny, of all people, asks Ruby to run some coffee to the toy shop and she just up and goes, without argument, right to where it Kitt is. That was odd just for the fact that Ruby, for once, wasn't difficult with her grandmother. Then a few minutes later, Errol is also up and out the door. So, Lily must be the pretty brunette she'd seen him with and she must be at the toy shop. Gail wasn't exactly sure what prompted him to go running to her but that wasn't important. What was important was that they'd actually gone!
Bafflement melting into amusement, Gail chuckled and shook her head. Tony rang the order-up bell and Gail headed back toward the pick-up counter. "See that? I may have actually gotten through to them," she boasted.
Tony snorted and gestured at her with the spatula. "Most likely they just wanted to get away from you," he said dryly. "All that smiley bubbly-ness." He shuttered and made a face.
There wasn't an ounce of animosity in his claim. Tony liked to poke fun at her for her outgoing, people-person, positive nature. He found her reaction to it always amusing and she didn't disappoint. Gail gave a dramatic gasp. "Everyone loves my smiley bubbly-ness," she proclaimed.
"Not everyone." The overdramatized expression on his face claiming he didn't.
Gail gave an even more drawn out, dramatic gasp, then glared at him. "You know you love me," she said, jabbing her finger in his direction.
"Ugh," he said in mock disgust, making another face but Gail saw the hint of a smile he was trying to cover. "No. No, no," he said, seeing the determined smirk on her face as she headed for the kitchen door. Gail swung through the door and descended upon him. He held out the spatula to ward her off as if it were a weapon. "Don't you dare," he warned halfheartedly.
Gail marched up and dodged past the spatula, throwing her arms around his middle in a big ol' bear hug. "Okay, okay, you win," he said through a chuckle.
Gail stepped back and beamed in triumph, then narrowed her eyes again whilst pointing at him again. "You love me," she stated pointedly once again before marching out of the kitchen with her head held smugly high. Gail grabbed the plate of pancakes from the pick-up counter. "We'll make him fresh pancakes whenever he gets back. No way am I serving cold pancakes to a customer so I'll just have to eat these." She sent a wink to Tony and settled herself at the counter.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Jan 18, 2020 15:06:08 GMT -8
The rest of Tuesday passes uneventfully.
It is now Wednesday, October 26, 2011, early morning.
Three days after the clock started moving
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Jan 25, 2020 18:01:01 GMT -8
Walter didn't even bother to knock on the Diner's door, although he was earlier than the general public and therefore finding it closed. This was a common thing on his morning routine though, not only on his routine but also on the routine of the Diner's staff.
While he took the last drag of his pipe, the doors were opening to him punctual to the minute. Not that he would have ever checked his watch - no, of course, he had. In fact, he did so every morning as part of his routine. And as another part of his routine, he found Gail to receive him with a welcoming smile as she started to prepare his breakfast and coffee, every single day to be exactly made the same way, while he took a seat in exactly the same spot as he did every morning. On a table next to the counter, yet not too close to look like one of those people that were in a rush and not even taking their time to settle in more comfortable. Also, a seat that was turned in the door's direction, yet not too close to it.
Yes, Walter Smith's morning routine was regulated down to the very last detail, same as his lunch break, his finishing time and the point in time he was going to sleep, ready to start exactly the same routines the next day. There was actually only one thing that wasn't conducted in a routine - his job. Maybe he even needed it to break out of those routines for parts of his daily life. But then again, when had really happened anything adventurous. The most adventurous days at work were those when he was given the possibility to harass somebody. Not during his routines, self-evidently.
And so, once his breakfast and coffee had been served, he was replying Gail's friendly smile with his usual nod and a "Thank you, madam" in addition. The nod being given from the same angle and the words of gratitude being uttered in the same tone and volume as every morning. Then he unfolded the newspaper, reading the headlines first, before taking a sip of his coffee, blowing the steam away for the exact time of one second, just as he always did.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 12, 2020 19:41:13 GMT -8
The bell of the diner door rang as Emma swung it open and stepped inside. She headed for one of the booths furthest from the entrance and slid into the side facing the door. At least that way the mayor wouldn't be able to sneak up on her. She tossed a copy of the town newspaper onto the table before her, glancing over the headlines as she waited for one of the waitresses to approach and fulfill her desperate wish for coffee.
Emma didn't exactly want to be awake this early, but that was the downside of living with a schoolteacher who was also a morning person. Her new living arrangement, crashing in the spare bedroom of Mary Margaret Blanchard's home, was going to be a challenge. Emma was used to being on her own. But she had made the decision to stay in Storybrooke to keep an eye on Henry, and a bed was a lot more comfortable than the backseat of her Beetle.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Feb 16, 2020 15:32:46 GMT -8
Gail automatically prepared the cup of coffee. Having prepared the exact same one first thing every single morning, she could easily do so now without thought, or rather, while thinking about other things. Her hand automatically tipped the butterscotch creamer to produce the exact amount of flow for the exact amount of time then gave the vanilla powder two light taps creating the exact amount of dusting. It was exactly the same every morning and precisely as their first patron of the day wanted his coffee.
She placed the cup at the exact same seat at the counter as every morning when the familiar silhouette at the front door caught her eye. "Just like clockwork," she said cheerily to Ruby. Gail rushed around the counter to unlock the door, a smile, as always, on her face.
"Good morning, Detective Smith," she said, holding the door open wide and standing aside for him to enter. "Your coffee is ready and waiting."
"Thank you, madam"
Always so formal. So old school. And as always, Gail was tempted to do a sweeping bow but figured it wasn't something that aligned with his sense of humor. That is, if he even had one.
As he sat, she took her place behind the counter before speaking up about the missing item that was always presented with his coffee. "Our delivery seems to be running a little late this morning. I'll bring you your muffin as soon as it arrives."
He made a sound that was a mix of confirmation that he'd heard her and slight annoyance at the disruption to his routine. The opening of his newspaper was a clear dismissal of the conversation. Gail left him to continue his routine of combing through Storybrooke Daily Mirror.
Gail had just started placing out more mugs for the breakfast rush that would hit a little later when the bell signaled another early arrival. She turned, expecting it to be the morning delivery but it was none other than the newcomer whose face had already graced the cover of The Daily Mirror in her short time here.
She made her way around the counter again to the booth furthest from the entrance. "Good morning, Miss Swan," Gail said cheerily as she retrieved a pad and pen from her apron. "Grilled cheese?" she guessed. They never had new faces around so it was rare that Gail didn't know someone's order. Judging by the fact that Emma had ordered a grilled cheese on at least a couple occasions, Gail was guessing it was a favorite.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Feb 17, 2020 20:55:49 GMT -8
"Good morning, Miss Swan. Grilled cheese?"
Emma looked up at the perennially friendly waitress, one of the only two that worked there, and the only one who seemed to adhere to any sort professional dress code. But at least Gail had been kind and not particularly nosy. She returned Gail's smile with a slight one of her own. "Uh, maybe later," she replied. "For now, I'll just go with black coffee and toast, thanks."
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Feb 29, 2020 6:55:16 GMT -8
"Our delivery seems to be running a little late this morning. I'll bring you your muffin as soon as it arrives."
Walter had reacted with no more than a sound that was a mix of confirmation and maybe slight annoyance at the disruption to his routine before he had been opening the newspaper in his hands. He surely didn't like deviations from the norm but also always had been a pleasant customer. After all, Miss Gail Carvine was just doing her job. It was the supplier who was to blame. Walter had an understanding of this circumstance.
As suddenly the doorbell rang and in came Emma Swan, the new arrival in Stroybrooke, a place no one actually visited ever before, only Walter's eyes were peeking over the newspaper in his hands.
Been brought here by Henry Mills, the only child of mayoress Regina Mills, some days ago, Emma Swan had settled into one of the few little rooms the diner had to offer yet never actually had offered before. Then just yesterday Emma had decided to stay on a long-term basis in a new living arrangement with the young elementary school teacher Miss Mary Margaret Blanchard, the unaccepting attitude of their mayoress most probably be one of just a few reasons that had made her drive to a decision she seemed to not be so happy about herself. Yes, Walter Smith had done his homework; and not only from the cover of The Daily Mirror.
While still observing her from over the edge of his newspaper, he didn't bother to keep up with his morning routine and so continued his coffee at the same time, realizing just how annoying it was to interrupt the routines by the mere fact of still missing his muffin.
"Good morning, Miss Swan,""Grilled cheese?"
"Uh, maybe later,"
A little bit of socially awkward, unsteady and rather impulsively as for decisions, Walter started to analyze her in silence.
"For now, I'll just go with black coffee and toast, thanks."
Black coffee. Basic yet effective for persons in a rush or rather persons who didn't grant themselves enough time to smoothly set into a new day, maybe due to current circumstances though. Toast. Also basic, indicating to persons of the same kind actually.
Still looking at her, Walter took another sip of his own coffee, refined with butterscotch creamer and vanilla powder on top of it.
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