Characters: Regan and Jason Wyngarde NPCs: Random diner-goers Timeline: Tuesday, January 11, 1976 - Afternoon Location: Some greasy spoon diner on neutral territory Description: Jason's hungry and Regan's looking for a free meal Rating: PG-13?
Things had been pretty low key as of late. She'd just been doing her thing, which was more than easy to do. In her mind, every man liked a girl with a pretty face. It was simple to swindle them out of their money with a bat of her eyelashes, some sweet talk and a little bit of complimenting. And, of course, her illusions didn't really hurt her efforts. Making herself look a touch older...a little taller, a little curvier. Worked like a charm. And Regan had done all that in order to get herself a place to stay for the past few nights. She rolled out of bed around noon, knowing that she had to get some food in her system. Her gracious host (who was much hotter than her last few) was out, so she was out of luck when it came to money. With pocket's empty, she ventured out of the apartment building, dressed in her usual attire. Borderline too-short skirt, tight fitting top, and her coat on over it.
"What to do? What to do?" she mumbled to herself, starting to walk in no particular direction. There were a few diners that she knew of in the area. Cheap, but good enough. And it was definitely possible that there were some poor suckers who wouldn't mind buying a pretty girl lunch. With a smirk pulling at her lips, she set her course for her favorite place. Lunch was always good when she went there and sometimes she could even charm her way into a free meal without a man to cheat.
She started scoping out potential targets as soon as she walked in, hearing the ring of the little bell over the door. There were a few men sitting alone, she noticed. And the telltale signs were there. "Waiting for a girlfriend...too old...fat..." she murmured to herself. And then she saw a good looking man. Probably late twenties. And he was sitting alone. Good enough for her. She figured that he wouldn't notice her considering the newspaper he had up in front of his face. "Perfect."
Regan walked over to the table like she was supposed to be doing just that. Without preamble, she sat across the table from the man, putting on a bit of a smile. "And what is a good looking man like yourself doing sitting alone?" she asked. A standard starter for these kinds of things. "Hopefully not waiting for a girlfriend or else I'll feel rather silly."