tru davies. (savesthedead) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-05-08 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | open, remy lebeau, tru davies |
Who: Tru Davies and OPEN
Where: A Cafe
When: May 8, 12:30 pm
What: When you can't find pain killers, go drink beer!
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBA
Tru was now one hundred percent, without a doubt certain that there was no human word to describe this place. Or alien, since apparently there were people from other worlds here too.
At first Tru thought she was here to help people, but that had led to nothing. No dead bodies asking her for help, and she wasn't having much success in the vampire fighting department. She still had a deep cut in her forehead and was covered in bruises from her last encounter - which also involved someone who looked and sounded exactly like her (accept probably much less bruised and beat up looking right now).
Weird. Too weird.
"Whoa, there," the waitress said as she approached Tru's table, where she was sitting in a dimly lit cafe. "You go to hell and back again?"
"No, it just feels like I did," Tru replied. "Only hurts when I you know breathe."
"You seen a doctor?"
Tru shrugged, and instantly regretted it. "Can I just get the house special and a beer please?"
"Sure thing," the waitress nodded writing it down and then glancing up at Tru again. "I'm gonna make that the beer extra large - free of charge."
"Um, thanks, I think."
The waitress headed off for the kitchen and Tru sank down in her chair. She wished Harrison was here, or Davis. She actually wouldn't mind seeing Jack of all people. At least then she'd know the universe hadn't completely gone to hell.
Tru smiled when the waitress returned with her beer, almost as soon as it had been set down Tru already had the glass in hand and took a rather large gulp. She couldn't remember the last time beer tasted so good.
"You need anything stronger, you give me a hollar and I'll hook you up if you know what I mean?" the waitress said.
"Um, thanks but - I think I'm fine just now," Tru replied. "I'll be even better when I get that sandwich."
"Alright, alright, your call. But if you change your mind," the waitress winked and disappeared into the kitchens again.
Tru took another sip of beer before sitting back in her chair, massaging her temples and closing her eyes. If she ever got out of this place she'd never complain about doing over days again.