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Topic Started: Jan 7 2013, 21:02 (359 Views)
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Evy held the door to the diner open for Falque, grinning enthusiastically at her new friend. The white haired girl Evy had come across in the music practice rooms was a little strange but - Evy really liked her already. "You'll love the food here," she told Falque, enthusiastically. "You'll see. Even if you don't get grilled cheese," she stuck her tongue out at the other girl, and turned to the hostess, smiling brightly.

"Hi Jenn!" Evy dashed around the podium to hug her.

The larger dark-haired woman laughed and hugged the little blonde back, ruffling her hair. "Hi yourself kiddo. How've you been?"

"Good," Evy nodded. "How about you?"

"Good," Jenn smiled. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is my friend Falque!" Evy beamed. "Falque's from Montreal."

"Nice to meet you then, Falque," Jenn's gaze lingered just a moment too long on the shape of Falque's face, then she turned back to Evy. "So, window booth? And should I just tell your waitress to put in for a strawberry shake?"

Evy giggled. "Yes and yes, pretty please!" She turned back to Falque and beckoned her forward, cheerfully following after Jenn to a window seats. The restaurant were lovely and clean, the tables mottled white and the booths a cheerful yellow, matching the light color of the walls. The floor was tiled, and the large counter at the front with big stools at it had a much older feel than most of New Penngrove. The walls were covered with all sorts of old-timey photos, including, as promised, cars. And, as Falque had noticed, even after dinner time it was quite a busy place, all sorts of people pouring in and out.

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Rylee liked to make a grand enterance. She swept into the diner with a flourish, pushing open both doors with a wide push.

"Jennifer!" Rylee plopped down onto a stool at the counter, her light green dress (not entirely suitable for the weather) was covered in paint splatters and remnant of red clay, one strap was hanging off her pale shoulder. "I need sustinance." She let her head fall onto crossed arms on the countertop, long waves of brown hair cascading over the smooth granite.

Jenn sat down in the stool next to her friend, running a hand down over Rylee's hair. "You realize I'm the hostess here, right, not a waitress."

Rylee turned her head on her arms to open one eye up at Jenn. "Right. Can you send over that dark haired girl with the lisp then, love?"

Jenn laughed. "Ricardo is on counter today and can you stop trying to seduce my staff?"

Rylee sits up with a pout on her face, leaning over to give the other woman a quick, almost chaste peck on the mouth. "Where would the fun be in that?" Jenn shook her head, getting up to return to her post behind the podium. Rylee usually managed to get to the diner just before the rush which meant people would be coming in in droves within the next half hour.

"Ricardo! Be a lamb and get me a cup of coffee, black please?" Rylee called to the tall latino man running the counter that day. Five years in New York was all it had taken to turn Rylee from an avid tea drinker to a coffee addict. Something about the fast paced nature of Manhatten called for coffee. Of course her mother was scandalized to learn that she had 'gone American' on her and made it clear that Rylee needed to get back to England so her mother could set her straight. "And a plate of chips!" America might have made her give up tea for coffee but it hadn't broken her of the habit of calling french fries chips, thankfully the diner staff was used to Rylee by now.

She had been here all of two months and the diner was conviently close to both Rylee's place of work (an art supply shop called 'Imagination' which sold everything from paints and canvases to clay and pottery wheels and anything in between. Not to mention providing a place for local artists to showcase their wares.) and her studio apartment up above the shop. The woman who ran the shop had run into some family crisis calling her away from her small business for an undeterminate amount of time leaving the running of the place in Rylee's capable hands.

Today, however; was Rylee's day off. Thus her less than prestine attire. On her days off Rylee would hold up in her studio apartment above the shop and paint or sculpt depending on which mood struck her. At some point she would remember she had to eat and would drag herself out to the diner for something.
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Falque would just take Evy's word for it. They'd like the food there. It smelled tasty, at least, and Falque was honestly curious to see this fabled 'grilled-cheese' sandwich. Still, that didn't change the less than receptive reaction when Evy shot like a bullet to go hug the hostess. Falque blinked, shifting uncomfortably a little closer to the door.

When they heard their name called out, Falque nearly choked. The albino stared wide eyed back at Jenn before nodding ever so slightly, mouthing the words 'Nice to meet you too'. The way Jenn stared back didn't make anything better for Falque, who started to fondle with their skirt while waiting to sit down. Once they were moving, Falque looked like they were taking baby steps towards the booth. The shoes were flat and comfortable, so it wasn't that. It must have been Falque's legs.

Falque wasn't about to ask for anything, but Jenn eventually prompted them. Falque fumbled for a moment before eking out some airy words, “Chocolate milkshake. Please.” Once Jenn was gone, Falque's eyes occupied themselves with looking over all the others in the diner. There were a lot of people. More than they expected. More than they could accurately count.

Before Evy said anything to them, or before Falque finally managed to say anything back, the diner's doors swung open and the crazed woman entering practically screamed out the hostess' name. She sat right down and was already barking orders and...being really friendly with the hostess and oh dear.

Falque's head was left tilted, pink eyes staring at Rylee and the commotion she caused, along with her dress. It was all dirty with paint, like she just rolled in it and walked straight into the diner. This didn't seem like a very proper place.

“Do you know...her?” Falque muttered to Evy, though the noise of the Diner would make it pretty difficult for her to hear them. Falque seemed nervous Rylee would spot them and then...do something. Falque had better keep an eye on her, and maybe they'd...well, have some warning before it happened. That, and it was hard to look away.
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Evy grinned at Falque, sitting across the booth from her, legs swinging back and forth. She had just started to complement her choice of milkshake when the door burst open and somebody – somebody went in. Evy watched her, head tilting curiously, blinking softly, watching – watching the arc of the long brown hair tumbling on to the countertop, the way Jenn ran her fingers over Rylee’s hair. She stared at the kiss, not even realizing it, entirely unaware of the red little blush coating her cheeks.

Falque asked a question and Evy turned back to her, her eyes wide. After a moment, cheeks still bright red, she shook her head. “No, I – I’ve never seen her before,” Evy turned back, hands resting in her lap, looking at Rylee again. Her face reddened more. She was staring. She was definitely staring. “I like her dress though,” Evy grinned at Falque, tucking a few strands of messy hair behind her ears, and stealing a last shy glance at the girl sitting at the counter.

Okay, not a last. She meant to talk to Falque again but her attention went back to the girl with the messy brown hair and – and the dress sleeve over her shoulder and –

Evy blushed more. “So, um,” she looked back at Falque, sheepishly, squirming in her seat. “So – so do you like Penngrove? So far?”
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The only down side to coming in just before the dinner rush was that Jenn was too busy to sit with Rylee. In the first few weeks of their friendship they would chat amicably about horrid customers and then end up in Rylee's bed after Jenn's shift ended. As soon as it became clear to the both of them that a romance just wouldn't work between them (no matter how good things were between the sheets) the two women settled into a somewhat strange friendship. Full of flirting and suggestions that never went anywhere and Jenn making sure her absentminded friend stayed fed and her caffiene habit sustained.

Rylee didn't particularly mind days like this where she just sat by herself and people watched. After a while she had stories made up for all the regulars, flirted with most of the staff regardless of gender and sometimes managed to get a date with an attractive patron. Today as she scanned the room she noticed the same people she always did: the large man in the corner with his paper and cherry pie, the tall woman and whom Rylee suspected was her husband, the baker from the bakery two shops down... there were always new people and you could usually tell who had just popped in because they had never been or because it was close at the time from the new people who looked like they were going to make a habit of coming back. There were two young girls, one of whom looked comfortable enough to have been here before - Rylee suspected she might be the young girl Jenn had taken a shine to, her companion didn't look quiet as comfortable. The striking young girl (Rylee squinted because the person's gender was a little hard to figure out from appearance) almost looked nervous as she sat there.

It was impluse (and maybe she noticed Evy's glances her way) that had Rylee grabbing Andy when she headed past Rylee towards the booth. "Table 5 yeah?" she asked with a wink. It wasn't really new for Rylee to spot someone and invite herself to their table this way. Though she usually did it with people who were eating alone. And usually a little older.

Rylee smiled at the girls as siddled up to their table. "Two milk shakes and a side of fries." Rylee smiled and slide into the booth next to Evy. "Well the fries are mine but help yourselves." She popped a chip into her mouth, settling her chin on her hand as she smiled at the two. "I'm Rylee. You must be Evy, Jenn's mentioned you." Evy, the spunky young girl who may or may not be gay that Jenn considered 'like a niece', despite knowing Jenn for two months now Rylee hadn't met this young friend yet. "And your friend?", she shot the albino girl a friendly smile.
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Falque only looked back long enough to see Evy asking them a question. Falque frowned slightly, closing their mouth and curling their pale lips for a moment. Falque didn't have much of an opinion yet, but if they had to describe their experience here Falque would have to say, “It's nice.” The child was still trying to adjust. It had been a long time since Falque had to talk to anyone like this, and longer still that Falque didn't anything without their parents around.

Falque's face could not go any paler, but damn if their body didn't try when Falque noticed the precarious brunette moving closer to their booth. Falque shifted a little closer to the window, trying to get as much distance as possible from the woman without being obvious and disruptive. Sadly, it meant little when Rylee dropped down beside Evy all the same, along with milkshakes and fries.

The albino didn't say anything, didn't even reach for their milkshake at first until it was made all too clear that Rylee was intent on staying. “Thanks...” Falque nearly whispered. They reached for the milkshake, staying clear of the fries, and quietly sipped with their eyes hanging towards the table.

The kid didn't get their peace long before Rylee continued on. Falque was starting to blush, and when an albino blushed, it discoloured their whole face to a reddish tinge. “I'm Falque.” Their voice was a little low for a girl, a little high for a boy. It didn't give much more indication to Falque's disposition as much as their own name did.

Rylee's messy clothes came to mind, and Falque looked down at the woman's stains all over her. “Paint?” Falque asked under another soft mutter.
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Evy giggled at Falque’s response. ‘It’s nice’ was kind of a silly thing to say about a city! Well, Penngrove was nice, so Falque was right, but Evy wasn’t sure if Falque really knew that because –

Evy looked up with wide eyes when the girl with the brown hair spoke, bringing Evy and Falque their milkshakes and her own fries, and sitting down next to Evy. The booth that had felt huge two seconds ago suddenly seemed tiny, and Evy made a quiet noise somewhere between a squeak and a murmur, her face steadily reddening again, especially her cheeks, and her ears, tucked beneath messy strands of blonde hair.

Jenn had – mentioned her? Evy tried to look for the hostess but didn’t see her and so turned her attention back to Rylee, swallowing hard. She didn’t even know what to say; her face felt so hot, and it was like the heat had taken over her brain and melted it and even Falque was talking more than her and Evy felt – flushed, especially with how close Rylee was to her, like – like Evy could just reach out and touch her if she wanted to, touch her arm or – or her hair or something, and Evy shifted on her seat, drawing her legs together slightly.

After a moment, though, she nodded. “Y-yeah, I – I’m – I’m Evy,” hastily she grabbed her strawberry milkshake, taking a big sip, the whip cream on the top leaving a little bit of white on her nose. She swallowed, meeting Rylee’s soft eyes with her big blue ones, then turned, looking at Falque, as though if to say ‘can you believe she’s here!?’

“Um,” Evy looked down at the fries. She was kind of hungry, and they hadn’t ordered food yet so… with another glance at Rylee, she took a fry. “Thanks,” Evy glanced down at her milkshake, and, then, shyly pushed the glass over to the brunette. “Do – do you want some? It’s strawberry, it’s really good. The – the only flavor that’s better is the spooky one they make for Halloween,” talking helped and Evy seemed to relax as she kept on. “I don’t know what exactly the flavors are but I think maybe it’s – caramel and chocolate and something else, maybe cinnamon? It’s really – really yummy.”

“H-how’s yours?” She turned to Falque, eyes still wide.
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Rylee couldn't help but beam, this kid was adorable! And if she wasn't gay she was doing a really good impersonation of it with the stammering and blushing. Well, Rylee chided herself, that didn't really mean the girl was gay, not necessarily.

Wordlessly Rylee took the proffered milkshake and took a sip from the straw. "Oh this is good. I'll be sure to try the holiday ones once Hallowe'en rolls around." She slid the glass back towards Evy, giving the girl a wink and then smiled at Falque. "I'm an artist." She said is answer to the girl's question. "I paint a bit. I sculpt mostly, that's what I focused on in school, and do pottery when I can find access to a kiln. I think the university might have one but I haven't gone looking yet."

Rylee twirled a chip around in her finger before biting it in half. "What about you two? Do you girls study at the university?" Truth be told Falque could probably pass for a pretty boy if she dressed in men's clothing.

Both had that fresh young look of college kids. Bright eyed with all the possibilites opening up to them. Rylee missed those days. College for her had been the best time of her life. Getting a degree in Fine Arts with a minor in Art History had opened up a whole new world for Rylee. And not just because she had moved to an entirely different country but simply being allowed to immerse herself in a world of art and artists all day was like coming home. Rylee had never really thought she'd end up working in a shop after graduating but, honestly, she loved that little shop and she loved that it gave her time to work on her art and even sell a few pieces.
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It didn't take long for Evy to talk more than Falque did, though. Once she got started, despite her pausing and stammering, Evy could really go on. Maybe it was part of her nervousness, or so Falque thought as they watched the two look at each other. Falque themselves was quick to break eye contact whenever Rylee looked towards them.

So, Rylee was an artist too. Not a painter though, as Falque had suspected, but more of a sculptor. In either case, that meant all three of them had some artistic talent at the table. It also reminded Falque of something Evy said, “Do you...have art in the gallery?” They wondered if Rylee had been exhibited too, either as a student like Evy (given Falque didn't ask about Rylee's education) or as a standalone artist.

Falque took another careful sip of their milkshake and nodded gently to Evy, keeping their mouth closed around the straw and decidedly not open and making more noise. The Halloween milkshake sounded...a bit sweet, for Falque's tastes. Maybe they would prefer something simply vanilla, for all its simplicity.

Falque nodded again, still sipping on the milkshake as an excuse not to talk any more than a 'yes' or 'no'. Sadly, their little plan eventually backfired. Falque took a little too much to sip and didn't let it warm up in their mouth long enough before swallowing and facing a terrible brain freeze. Falque squeezed their eyes closed and slapped a palm against their temple, trying not to make a fuss but obviously visually perturbed.

How embarrassing...
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Rylee’s wink set off another round of blushing. Evy stared at her, almost wordlessly, then looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands. She didn’t think she’d ever been this nervous around anyone before in her entire life. But – but she really, really wanted Rylee to like her. The other girl was being nice but what if she thought Evy was weird? For acting weird? The thought made Evy’s chest kind of tight in a funny way and then – then Rylee said she was an artist and Evy looked back up at her, her eyes wide and adoring, her mouth open a little. “Wow…” she whispered.

Rylee asked if they studied at the university and Evy nodded too. Falque winced and Evy looked worriedly at her, glad for something to pull her attention away from Rylee. “Are you okay, Falque?” She peered at the other girl, worriedly, then, once she had confirmation that Falque wasn't in any imminent danger, turned back to Rylee.

“Actually I – I’m a student and I – I’ve been taking art classes,” Evy looked up at Rylee. “We have a kiln,” she nodded, maybe a little too eagerly. “I used it last semester. I’m not very good at sculpting but – but it’s really fun,” she grinned at Rylee. “Actually I really like drawing, especially charcoal, and I like to paint too,” Evy relaxed considerably just at the thought, blushing still and rubbing her hair (unfortunately, only mussing it further). “Did you really study art in school? That’s so cool!”
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Falque's question was actually the longest string of words she had heard from the girl yet. Rylee smiled, hoping maybe she was becoming more comfortable. "Not in the gallery here, no, but I did have some stuff shown in a small hole-in-the-wall gallery in New York." In her last year of school a few of her paintings had been shown in a gallery along with a few other students, it hadn't really been that big of a show and the gallery had been very small but at the time it was amazing. "Careful, love, you don't want to drink those too fast." Falque and the milkshake were clearly having a difference of opinion.

Evy confirmed that they did have a kiln, which was wicked. Rylee missed working with clay, it'd be nice to start making some pots again. "Yeah, I studied fine art in New York." She nodded at Evy. "You'll have to show me some of your stuff, actually I work at the art supply shop down the road from here... oh but you probably have all the stuff you need at school." Subtle Rylee, why not just tell the girl you think her blush is cute and that you want to see more of her... you should stop trying to corrupt young people to your ways. Not that Rylee had a problem dating people younger than her, it wasn't age in her opinion that mattered but maturity. And both of these girls seemed just so innocent. It made Rylee feel old.

"What about you Falque, what are you studying?" Rylee hoped her eyes belayed the silent apology she wanted them to, she suspected Falque would rather they went on ignoring her existence but Rylee suddenly, desperately needed to change the topic before she embarrassed herself by coming off too strong. It had just been so long since she had met someone like Evy, someone who blushed instead of flirted back, someone who asked about her art rather than which way to her apartment. She wasn't always so foot loose and fancy free with herself and her relationships but it had been working out rather well for a while so Rylee hadn't questioned it.
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Falque's brain freeze completed with one last groan from their end. The hand slipped of their temple and back around the milkshake, Falque looking down at with some deeper contemplation rather than explicit embarrassment or otherwise realization that Evy and Rylee were looking at them. Falque was sheepish as usual, letting their bangs cover the path to their eyes and obscuring themselves from Evy and Rylee's glances.

So, unlike Evy and Falque, Rylee had studied her fine arts in the States. She did confirm her degree though, and it sounded like she had some small success to be featured at all. A bit of a step up from just being a student, perhaps. Falque took another sip of their milkshake, this time letting the cold fluid sit in their mouth for an unreasonably long time. Long enough to give them an excuse not to talk for a bit.

Eventually though, Rylee would prompt the poor child with questions again. Falque swallowed their gulpful of milkshake and replied, “Music.” It was all they had to say, but the silence was uncomfortable. It was supposed to be Falque's turn to talk, and the albino wasn't really offering much. Even Falque could see that, and regrettably added, “I have a degree in Mathematics, too.”

Falque wasn't paying that much attention to Rylee and Evy's habits, up until now. With their eyes on Rylee for a moment, and moving back to Evy, they could see a little bit bigger of a picture of what they were doing. Rylee was being...friendly, and Evy was a bit...receptive? She was receiving it in some form, not necessarily negative.

The worst part was there was a bit of pang in their stomach, not from the milkshake. The milkshake, fortunately, soothed it a little, but Falque now had to struggle with whether or not this was actually jealousy. It would have, admittedly, been nice just to have spent the time with only Evy that evening.
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Wow, Rylee had been in a gallery in New York? Evy thought she might die of excitement. New York was – Evy didn’t want to go there herself, not really, but she knew that that was like the best city ever for artists. If she’d been shown there – she had to be really, really good, Evy was sure. And she’d studied there? She’d studied art there? “Wow!” She beamed back at the older girl.

Rylee said she wanted to see Evy’s art, and Evy very nearly pulled her sketchbook out then and there. Only the memory of what she’d drawn stopped her, but even then it wasn’t enough to dampen her smile. “Oh!” She squeaked when Rylee said she had all her stuff, quickly shaking her head.

“No!” Evy blurted the word with all the enthusiasm she could muster, and, thankfully, no spittle. “No, I don’t! I – I need stuff. I’m sure I – I do,” she looked worriedly at Rylee, as though the half-invitation might be rescinded if Evy didn’t demonstrate clearly enough her need for stuff. “I – w-which store?” The question was ventured in a shy, quiet little voice.

Evy was grateful too when Rylee tuned to Falque, her heart pounding in her chest. “You have a math degree?” Evy’s eyes widened at that news, and she looked at her new friend with a more curious eye. “Wow! Cool,” she grinned at the other girl, taking another sip of her milkshake. “I’m really bad at math,” she confessed, then froze a little, peeking at Rylee. What if Rylee didn’t like people who were bad at math?
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