03-29-09 : Tex and Delirium Who: Tex, Delirium and Church When: Sunday, March 29 - 10:00am Where: The 24 hour diner. What: Even Texas has to eat some time.. Rating: R, R and more R. For language and sexual content. Status: Complete
Texas, we must say, was looking particularly stunning today. She'd ended up wearing a thin-strap tanktop (despite that it was forty-eight degrees outside), a pair of jeans that fit her snugly, and a pair of ankle-length duty boots. Her jacket was draped over the booth across from her to prevent anyone from sitting in it, because in this strange place? It could happen. Now, to look at her, the sharp angles of her face, those impossibly bright green eyes, and that short-cropped red hair? She looked innocent (hah!) enough, like she wasn't going to tear you limb from limb, or pull your skull out of your head and beat you to death with it.. but looks can be deceiving. There was a reason that her waitress was serving her promptly, but staying silent as she did so. No chit-chat, no chatter, no anything like that.. and there was certainly no waiting for the red-head in the corner booth who was reading the newest copy of the Aternaville Times. No. The people here knew Texas and they knew her temper.. and they knew that she was nice as could be as long as she got what she wanted. So they gave her what she wanted. Because there wasn't anyone here who could keep the Mercenary from doing exactly what she pleased, when she pleased.
No one.
So as she sipped her coffee and read through the newspaper, the waitress stood five feet off, watching intently for anything that the Spartan might indicate that she wanted. Just the thought of it made Texas smile. She was queen here. Maybe she'd run for Mayor in a month, when the election came up.. even if no one voted for her, she'd win. York could do things like that. Thanks to Delta.