WHO: Ian Gallagher and OPEN WHAT: Exploring Madison WHEN: Sunday morning WHERE: Hinkles Warnings: Unlikely/TBD STATUS: OPEN
Ian hadn't slept well at all his first night in Madison Valley. It was too fucking quiet. He was used to hearing cars and sirens and the L going by their house all hours of the day and night. Out at the farmhouse all he could hear was nature sounds and it seemed unnatural. It made every little thing sound amplified a thousand times and he couldn't turn it off. It was also the first time he'd ever slept in a room by himself in his whole life. He'd always shared a room with his brothers, from the day he was born. Privacy had it's advantages, but it felt weird and wrong trying to fall asleep without hearing Lip and Carl breathing from their bunk beds across the room. It added to the strange silent wrongness of it all.
He was awake early, and as soon as it got light he decided to walk into town. He needed to start looking for a job, he told himself, until he realized it was Sunday and that was a pretty shitty day for a job hunt. So instead he just decided to walk around and explore. Here he was in a strange town, with 1000 dollars in his pocket. The most money he'd ever had in his life. That was a strange feeling too, but he decided to enjoy it.
After wandering for a couple hours Ian realized that he was starving. Like, not just could eat a horse, but could eat it raw. So when he passed a shop with delicious greasy frying smells wafting from the door, he just had to go inside. Hinkles it said on the door. It wasn't a chain he was familiar with, but it seemed to be a hamburger joint of some type. His stomach was practically doing flips at the smell of food, so he ordered a couple of burgers, then sat down and wolfed them down, practically inhaling them, before asking the waitress for another.