|nishka//loki (nishka) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-04-16 15:38:00
|Entry tags:||griffin ayres, nishka bariss|
Log: Nish & Griffin
Who: Nishka Griffin
What: Long day was long.
Where: Pizza Parlor
Mary was working and, as usual, Nish had already decided on takeout. She was halfway home from the Capital when she called the pizza place and ordered herself a large (leftovers for breakfast) with mushrooms, green and black olives, bacon, hot peppers and extra sauce. By the time she pulled up in front of the place twenty minutes later, her stomach was already rumbling, her mouth watering in anticipation, her wallet already out in her hand.
“Order for Nishka,” she said to the guy at the counter, who promptly looked startled and glanced at the guy in the back hurriedly making a pizza.
“Yeah, uhh…so we think it accidentally got picked up by someone else…” he stuttered. Nish’s eyes widened as realization set in of what that meant.
“You’re kidding me…how long until it’s ready?” she demanded, a bit of a whine creeping into her voice. The guy winced.
“Fifteen?” he said apologetically. She groaned dramatically and rubbed her poor empty stomach. “We can give you one of these while you wait…” he said, indicating the pre-made pizzas they sold by the slice. One withering look from her shut him up though and he shrugged, indicating the chairs and small tables nearby, which she stared at petulantly.
"Fine," she said finally, indicating a lonely, sad looking slice of plain cheese, which she promptly covered in hot sauce and took with her to an empty table nearby.