Who: Lucy and Justice When: Tuesday What: Talking Where: The Diner Rating: TBD Status: complete
A fairly solid numb had settled in so that Lucy was able to make it to work that day. The diner was like death and taxes, inevitable. The world around her could burn down and she’d still turn up for her shift. Thankfully, as far as the town was concerned to the metaphor, there was smoke but no fire. Lou had to wonder if everyone was just as jumpy as she was though. Then she remembered that she wasn’t jumpy, she was too busy focusing on feeling nothing but the satisfaction of getting her job done.
Last night, she’d been sorely tempted to go out and do something she’d regret; but in the end exhaustion won out and she poured herself a bubble bath instead of liquor. Seemed maybe not everyone was so lucky. One look at the familiar-looking customer sitting at the counter had Lucy grabbing for the coffee. Coffee and orange juice. The latter had important carbs and vitamins and all that good stuff that would help someone out who was having a hell of a day. It was slow enough that she didn’t have anyone else to worry about.
It was only a moment’s work before she was setting down mug, saucer, and glass of orange juice in front of the woman and pouring her a cup of coffee. Lou would comp it. Coffee didn’t cost that much. The diner could afford it. And Lou didn’t have it in her to resist the need to feed people. It was about the only thing she liked about herself right now. Her “what can I get you” came off soft around the edges and without the side of attitude diners like hers got a reputation for.
Lou stood, weight on one foot, hair pulled back into a functional ponytail and waited for the woman’s reply. She’d gone for surprisingly feminine in her overall appearance. Under the apron she wore around her waist, her yellow dress sported a hint of girly lace. Maybe that’s what brought out her nurturing side. Maybe it was that she didn’t want to give up on humanity yet.