“I just didn’t want to have a dead girl on my conscience”, the words left his mouth in a playful tone but it was the truth to some degree, he just never expected saving a damsel would end up so interestingly enticing. He was proud of her stumped silence and a cocky smirk set on his lips, an almost electrical charge lit up in his eyes and he had to keep from laughing at irony of keeping her quiet. He liked the brief quietness of their walk, it was almost peaceful and gave him time to catch his breath. He thought it too long for the blush on her cheeks to dissipate but he still felt arrogant and proud seeing that pinkish tint to her skin.
Obviously she knew these people and he wondered if any of them noticed her almost ironic change of personality in the sight of glistening treasures. But at least she had a stable life when she wasn’t getting shot at in the middle of the night, he envied it. Sadly, the thing about trouble was that it follows you home even if you left it in the rearview mirror. He was very well aware of that curse, he carried that curse.
“You’re hard to read but you’re also an open book”, he noticed the slight tenseness in her gaze and he wondered what induced it. “If you’re so drawn to shiny things, why haven’t you left town for bigger, better things already?”, he smiled up at the waitress and held out the menu. “I’ll have a coffee and whatever she’s eating”, he smiled at Katherine for a second. it wasn’t a sarcastic smirk or arrogant grin. A genuine smile that felt almost foreign to his lips but it left him yearning for another.
Derek pulled his phone from his pocket to glance at the message and a grin left him almost eager for the coming nights. The job was his. Bartender at the rowdy place around the corner, at least it would fill his pockets with cash at least for the time he spent in town.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 4, 2018 9:57:29 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Katherine gave a playful pout. “Well, obviously I do. But I guess you aren’t just keeping me here for the conversation.” Again her voice dropped a few octaves. This guy was definitely different from others. Normally by now they’d be all over her, words, hands, trying to get a piece. Pulling back and walking through the door she smiled. “Well, when I come to visit I won’t be a thief. Just an innocent little kitten looking for some fun.” She winked with a little smirk.
Her brown eyes watched his every step. She was almost hypnotized again by those muscles. God the man looked good. Now she really wished that she hadn’t been shot. She should’ve just gone bar hopping in hopes to find him. Her heart began to thud a bit more in her chest, until he asked her about rubbing her the right way.
Anyone else in the world could’ve asked Katherine that question. Anyone and she wouldn’t have batted an eye laughing in their face with a snarky comment. She didn’t know why but her cheeks flared with a bright red blush. Her breathing hitched some as she stared at him with wide eyes, then turned away. She could feel her heart racing with anticipation and anxiousness.
“I...uh…” For once, she had been stumped into silence. She had no clue of what to say. It was like her brain went into the gutter, never wanting to come back with dirty fantasies. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” For their walk it was quiet as she lead the way. Making sure the top wouldn’t show the bandages she decided to just tuck it into her shorts. She could deal with looking a little frumpy today as she ran her fingers through her matted hair.
Walking into Merry Ann’s filled her nose with lovely smells of sweets, coffee, and the usual office worker wearing too much cologne/perfume. She wouldn’t trade it for any other place though. The little 1950’s diner was vibrant in color and kept in great condition. She waved to the waitress Martyl and smiled. “Good morning Martyl! Good morning Wayne!”
Martyl waved back as she helped a customer at the register and a spatula waved as well as Wayne continued to cook. She loved coming to this place. It was a home away from home. She knew all the workers here. Some having gone to high school with her, others she just got to know from being a regular for so long. Taking a seat in her usual corner booth she smiled and crossed her legs on the bench.
“Oh yeah, it’s my home away from home.” Her smile was sad in a way as she took the menu. She didn’t really need it, but she was going to look over the drink options. A few seats over she noticed a familiar face. But not wanting to make a scene she decided to ignore them. “See anything you like?”
“I just didn’t want to have a dead girl on my conscience”, the words left his mouth in a playful tone but it was the truth to some degree, he just never expected saving a damsel would end up so interestingly enticing. He was proud of her stumped silence and a cocky smirk set on his lips, an almost electrical charge lit up in his eyes and he had to keep from laughing at irony of keeping her quiet. He liked the brief quietness of their walk, it was almost peaceful and gave him time to catch his breath. He thought it too long for the blush on her cheeks to dissipate but he still felt arrogant and proud seeing that pinkish tint to her skin.
Obviously she knew these people and he wondered if any of them noticed her almost ironic change of personality in the sight of glistening treasures. But at least she had a stable life when she wasn’t getting shot at in the middle of the night, he envied it. Sadly, the thing about trouble was that it follows you home even if you left it in the rearview mirror. He was very well aware of that curse, he carried that curse.
“You’re hard to read but you’re also an open book”, he noticed the slight tenseness in her gaze and he wondered what induced it. “If you’re so drawn to shiny things, why haven’t you left town for bigger, better things already?”, he smiled up at the waitress and held out the menu. “I’ll have a coffee and whatever she’s eating”, he smiled at Katherine for a second. it wasn’t a sarcastic smirk or arrogant grin. A genuine smile that felt almost foreign to his lips but it left him yearning for another.
Derek pulled his phone from his pocket to glance at the message and a grin left him almost eager for the coming nights. The job was his. Bartender at the rowdy place around the corner, at least it would fill his pockets with cash at least for the time he spent in town.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 4, 2018 12:22:43 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
“You know me Martyl, cheesy pepper omelette, three buttermilk pancakes and two sides of bacon. Oh, and a large chocolate milk.” Putting her menu back she beamed. “Alright kitkat, shouldn’t take too long to get this going.” Martyl smiled back and put their order in. Katherine couldn’t help but to giggle at the given nickname. But Derek’s question got her thinking.
Before she could answer though the girl she had spotted decided to interrupt. “It’s probably because she knows she won’t be going anywhere.” The blonde bimbo turned in her seat, smiling maliciously. “Oh Debbie, great to see you wore makeup today. Ugly just doesn’t really suit you.”
“So classy as always Katherine.” The blond turned her head to Derek. “Better be careful. She likes to quit halfway through relationships.” Debbie said adjusting and crossing her legs. “At least I'm not with a new guy every night then saying I'm knocked up to get them to stay.”
Katherine hated this girl more than anything. They'd been rivals since they were three years old. She never remembered them having a good time with the other. Their mothers always comparing them to reach other.
Debbie stood up and walked over to their table, placing her hands on the table top. “Just forewarning you, she won't stay with you for long. Just ask my brother.” With that she left. Katherine glared as she flipped her hair and walked out. Debbie knew how to get under her skin in the worst of ways.
“Fucking bitch.” Unknown to Katherine everyone had gone quiet. Even Wayne in the kitchen had stopped for a moment to watch the festivities. Martyl brought out the coffee and chocolate milk. Turning her eyes to everyone she glared, “The hell are you looking at!?”
Kitkat. Derek found the name fitting and ironic at the same time, too bad someone coined it before he had the chance to equip it in another back an forth. He was astounded by the rude undertone of the blonde stranger, he was almost too casual about the tension smothering the air. Breakfast was a nice touch to the day and there he was stuck in the middle of some useless drama not worth the trouble. He had half a mind to let the fire burn by it’s own accord but when the new voice spoke to him he couldn’t help but feel the glare shift over his features.
Derek leaned closer to Debbie with a dangerous glare, “Run home Debbie. The word’s a dangerous place for accusations like that”. He hoped the deadly glare was enough to sever the conversation between them, the last thing he had time for was a rivalry drama. Derek turned to look at Katherine with the same dignity he had before, the girl was astonishingly strong and he didn’t think she deserved pity. Quite the contrary.
“Don’t let her get under your skin”, he knew it was harder to say than do but he was a master at ignoring a lot of things that bothered him. He nodded appreciatively at the waitress diverting the curious customers with a firm declaration. They weren’t on display and the last thing he wanted was to be ogled at like an animal at the zoo.
“You didn’t answer my question Katherine. Why are you still hanging around here when the whole world is open to you”, he gladly took the coffee from the waitress and took small, measured sips of the dark liquid. The taste soothed his throat and he couldn’t help but admit silently that life would be entirely bland without caffeinated products. He didn’t know why but he yearned to draw her attention away from the boring blonde asking for a beating and he hoped delving back into a comfortable conversation would be enough to do just that.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 4, 2018 19:48:27 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Katherine smiled to Martyl. The woman knew how to take control of a room for bein around 58 years old. Mostly she thought it was just the grandma voice she had, but the conviction in which she held herself to was definitely part of it. Taking her chocolate milk she chugged about half the glass before putting it down. Her tongue darted out licking away the brown milk mustache as she sat quietly.
Honestly, she wasn't even really mad at Debbie. She was pissed at herself for letting herself get dragged in on that. Derek though, she was surprised at how he kind of protected her. It wasn’t the first time someone had talked back to Debbie on her behalf, but for some reason she had a little feeling in the pit of her stomach. Or she as just that hungry… she’d go with hungry. The other reason she didn’t want to think about.
Besides it was only fun flirty banter between strangers. She doubted with how little was actually in that apartment of his that he’d actually be staying in town long. “Too late for that advice.” She mumbled to herself and leaned her head back on the wall. Katherine wished she knew why she stuck around. Her eyes stared out the window at the moving cars and walking couples and parents.
“Because… it might be hard to believe but… I’m a coward.” She admitted. A frown over took her lips, her brow furrowing in both anger and embarrassment. “I’ve always told myself I’m not and look where it got me. I’m much more of a little kid left at home alone in the dark than I am an adult coming into her own.” Giving a sigh she looked back at Derek. Her arms crossed gently over her chest almost as if she was guarding herself.
“It’s just… what point is there to moving away if you already feel like you don’t belong in the first place?” She hadn’t meant to get into so much depth, but she felt this was a long time coming. Maybe it was the loss of blood that was making her feel this way. Slowly her eyes drifted back to the street and her hands went to her hair. Pulling it all to one side and braiding it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped she hadn’t said too much to drive him away. Katherine didn’t know why, but he made her feel comfortable… with or without his shirt on. At the thought she smiled and gave a little scoff. She remembered his smile only moments before. The genuine full smile, not the little ones or smirks. It made her happy knowing she was the one that put it there. ‘But you’ll be the one to take it away in the end.’ Her subconscious mind spoke, taking away her own. Taking a sip of her milk she turned her attention to Martyl laying down their plates of food and a big dollop of whipped cream on her pancakes with assorted fruits. “I didn’t-”
“I know darlin’. I did. Now you enjoy.” Martyl laid a bowl of whipped cream for Derek and some fruits in case he wanted some and walked away. Katherine could feel the tears welling up, but she held them back. This was a public place. She already made one scene, she didn’t need to make another one.
Derek glanced at the thin brown layer of milk touching the skin above her lips, he wasn’t one for moustaches but it fit her in a cute way. He grew a moustache once but when he resembled his father too much for his own taste he shaved it off in an instant. Derek wasn’t sure what it was about this stranger that held him so entirely enthralled, he somewhat wanted to attribute it to her unique spirit and fierceness. Still, there was more than meets they eye with her and he was curious just what hid beneath the surface.
He saw her gaze dart to the busy movement outside the high window and as much as he admired watching people casually act about their day he preferred focusing on her. Derek wanted to see the truth in the way her eyes shifted, in the way her shoulders tensed or relaxed and from the feeling of the words darting from her mouth.
Her confession wasn’t a surprise to him, albeit he believed everyone was a coward in one way or another. He ran from his past, she refused to run from her present. It was a little ironic that they’d crossed paths, poetic even. He noticed the stiff cross of her arms folded over her chest, a makeshift shield against the turmoil inside her mind. He didn’t blame her.
“No one belongs. It’s the hard truth of life. Eventually we get comfortable with who we are and where we are but until we find peace with our past we won’t ever belong to the present”, he wasn’t sure where the words bubbled from but they left his lips nonetheless. Realizing how personal the conversation had gotten he took a large gulp of coffee and chuckled almost incredulously.
“Fuck it, don’t take my advice. I’m not the best role model. You should probably stay as far away from me as you can.”, thankfully the waitress slipped back to their side with a inviting plate of food and he couldn’t help but feel his mouth water at the though. He nodded thankfully to the young waitress who showed kindness to Katherine, good people were hard to come by and the older lady looked like an exception to the cruelty of the world.
Derek didn’t hesitate for a moment digging into the pancakes. He saw the subtle change in her eyes and he knew the look of tears begging to escape. He’d spent the majority of his life learning how to delve into his own mind and shut the weight of emotions off from the world. “I’d prefer it if you stayed away after breakfast though, I’m hungry as hell and this”, he pointed his fork down at the food in front of him with a goofy grin, “is the best pancakes I’ve ever had”.
Post by Kathrine Richards on May 5, 2018 2:58:32 GMT
Bitch, I don’t need introduction
Follow my simple instructions
Derek's words sang in her ears for a moment as she took it in. Looking at the big picture of the universe. Yeah she could definitely see that. For a moment it helped hold the tears back. Her smile slowly returned. It was kind of cute to see him a little flustered.
But with his next little quip she wasn't sure whether to laugh or stare at him confused. Annoyed was one thing she felt, but she felt…… bothered by the dismissal. Almost as if he had kicked her while she was down. Had she really said something wrong?
“Really?” Her tone was obviously unimpressed, slightly agitated. She didn't care. Taking a few bites of her pancakes the sugary sweetness seemed a bit bitter with the thoughts churning in her mind. Giving a scoff she leaned forward. She wasn’t going to be one to be told what to do. But then again… a little smirk crossed her face. “Okay.” She said simply with a shrug of her shoulders.
‘He said to not follow his advice. Let’s see if mister thunder can handle his own sayings.’ She thought and went back to eating happily. Her devious little mind working to think up different plans. She knew where he lived, knows his scent now that he wasn’t covered in rain water. She hadn’t really liked the smell of rain before, but it was starting to grow on her.
