buddy winters (bwinters) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-10 08:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, casey |
Who: Bradley Winters & Angie (possibly others if they'd like some Bradley time)
What: Bradley's shift ends at midnight. It's gonna be a long night. Also, Bradley may or may not have/get a stalker.
Where: The Diner Bradley Works at a.k.a. Nando fails at clever names.
When: Saturday night.
Warnings: There may be a lot of abuse of the English Language.
Today hadn't sucked as much as it usually did. Maybe because the night had been slow, or perhaps it was because Bradley was off tomorrow night -- something that hadn't happened in a very long time. Maybe that was why he hadn't felt like punching rude customers in the face. With a slow night, Bradley was doing something he hadn't done since last year -- reading. He sat behind the counter on a stool, his head propped up by his hand, and a stared at the words on the page. It was some book about a silly teenage girl in love with a broody yet hot vampire and their eternal struggle to be together. It was to vomit.
With a frown on his face, Bradley shoved the book off to the side. "As if," he muttered to himself, "you need to check yourself into some therapy stat." Who would force themselves into a doomed relationship for love? Bradley thought things should be easy and less complicated than how these writers seemed to throw things together in their love stories. Granted, Bradley had never been in love, either. So, what did he know? God, he just hoped he didn't turn out to be one of those stupid people who lost themselves when they found someone to care about.
Hopping off the stool, Bradley wiped the counter. It was the fiftieth time he'd wiped the counter down in the last hour. He needed something to do, and with a severe lack of customers save for that one crazy guy who liked apple pie and coke sitting in the corner alternating between sleeping and talking to himself. Bradley should've probably kicked him out, but he wasn't about to send the guy out to wander the streets. At least here, the dude might sober up. Glancing at his watch, he let out a sigh and wondered if - just maybe - there might be something worth watching on TV. Usually by this time, it was all news and boring history stuff. Bradly despised history.
Grabbing the remote, he flipped through the channels and grinned when some slasher movie came on. Sure, it was a little bloody, but there was something oddly...familiar about these kinds of movies. The blond girl - because it was always a blond girl - being chased by some intense murderer bent on having his revenge. She'd run into a dark alley and bam - a fence. Stuck. Leaving the killer to pull out his knife, glistening in the moonlight, and she lets out a scream. Bradley always felt bad for the blond girl.
It was the chime of the bell that startled him, and he glanced at the entrance to the diner. Time to work.