Who: Rocket and OPEN What: Eating grilled cheese and trying not to piss off witches When: Monday night Where: Midnight Harbor - The Greasy Spoon Diner Rating: Rocket's mouth, TBD otherwise
Yeah it probably wasn't a good idea to go willy nilly into random portals like that, but Rocket was curious and while curiosity was fatal to cats, it wasn't to him. Except that one time when it had been almost-fatal, but that didn't count.
Having a whole little corner of the diner to himself (apparently he was a health hazard or something) Rocket had taken residence at a booth and helped himself to a plate containing what was supposedly the best grilled cheese ever. Holding the half eaten sandwich, Rocket chewed thoughtfully, humming to himself as a waitress crossed his line of sight. "Hey! Hey excuse me! can I get somethin' to drink? Maybe one of them soda things I seen at the counter?" At his voice, the woman turned to look at him, disgust written all over her face. "What? I didn't talk loud enough? Soda please! Why's your face all lookin' the way it does there?" But she had gone and was out of earshot soon as he had said 'what'. Grumbling, he took another bite of his grilled cheese, murmuring under his breath about the unimpressive tip he was going to leave.