Re: [Diner: Destiny & Patrick]
This game of theirs, this two truths and a lie, was going to be an epic failure if neither of them were particularly accomplished liars. Destiny was a whole lot better at avoiding giving a straight answer than she was at out-right fibbing. This girl, who wore her heart on her sleeve and every emotion in her big, coruscant eyes? She was so transparent, she might as well have been a raindrop. But when it came to dodging the truth or changing the subject? Our girl had become a champ in more recent years. It probably had a lot to do with self-preservation with the Johns. One had to feign enough interest to get paid well, and also not give away too many details about themselves, 'lest their customer turn out to be a total psycho with boundary issues. But Patrick was a Patrick, not a John of any other name. Destiny hadn't even really decided if she was going to let him buy milkshake and meal tonight, even if the look she gave him from over her strawberried straw was anything but feigned interest.
He said that he his nose worked overtime, and Destiny raised her eyebrows, appreciative of small facts like this about a person. It was the little things that she liked. They were easy to slip in, like notes under a door, and they didn't have to be too serious or scary like the bigger aspects of a person. "You should become a sommelier in the city. I hear they make bank." She pulled the straw from her vanishing milkshake and idly licked some whipped cream from the bottom, then she stuck it back down into the bottom of the glass for another stir, reflecting. "Not a whole lot of nature in the city, though."
Destiny nodded with approval over his appreciation of cilantro, and she chuckled at his sentiments over horseradish. "It tastes even worse." Then she made a wincing expression, mortified enough to cover the center of her face with one hand. Duck and cover. "Which isn't to say I've tasted piss." Destiny's slight embarrassment was relieved by the prompt appearance of the waitress when Patrick ordered a Coke. Destiny gave the woman such a blushing and appreciative look that it was basically a pinky swear to tip her way more than twenty percent.
She didn't know anything about Shoshone, and was saved from asking for a better approximation of its location when he tacked on the Wyoming part. "Is that where you went after graduation?" Destiny had been long gone from Repose by the time he would have been graduating from school. She was out of the loop, even Connie hadn't said much about what her brother had been up to in more recent and grown-up years. Which wasn't Connie's fault, as Destiny had mostly avoided bringing up Patrick in any conversation that she held with Connie. Destiny figured it would be weird, although she wasn't sure why… no, that wasn't true, destiny realized. She knew exactly why it would be weird. It had nothing to do with Connie and everything to do with Destiny, or more accurately, Destiny's job. It was easier to feel unashamed where strangers when strangers were involved. Friends? Way harder.
"What do you want me to say?" Destiny searched her brain for something basic to say in Russian, but her brain felt like scrambled eggs, and it was with absolute surprise that Destiny realized she was actually kind of nervous. The fact that he asked about her mother made Destiny realize that Patrick had most definitely not been in Repose when her stepfather had been murdered. Of course, that had only been not-even two years ago, and rumors died down in this town as fast as they flared up. People didn't even look at Destiny sideways if they recognized her. Even if they did? It wasn't because of what her mother had allegedly done, it was all because of what Destiny actually did. "She's… traveling." A lie, yeah, and maybe an obvious one. But if it was? It was then obvious that Destiny really didn't want to talk about it.