Sid S can't promise not to (renage) wrote in repose,
Re: Sid + Sam, coffee shop
Sid wasn't educated, where the state leaned in on its elbow beside your parent and whispered in your dad's ear that maybe it was an idea to give a girl a solid grounding in the ABCs and some math, while they were at it. Sid's education was paperback books bought by the handful from secondhand stores, peeling front and back and the pages mushy from someone else's puddle or bathwater or whatever. She wasn't educated but she wasn't dumb. Still, felt a little, when Sam riffed on the barrio, all sincerity.
It wasn't like the lack of Starbucks wasn't true. It was, except there was no MiccyD to back it up. She didn't know what to-go coffee looked like until she was old enough to have cash to buy it herself. Not get out much? Well, in the regular 'take in the roses' sense. Sid did a lot of living, it was just all crammed into the cracks. "I know what it is, babe. I just never drank one. First coffee I started drinking tasted this way. I never knew what to fucking order if it was gonna be dolled up instead of straight joe. Now, I don't know what the hell I'd pick."
The hunting probably was shitty, to a city chick. Hunting, out where it was the difference between food on the table and hungry bellies, that was just life. "I'm not saying it's not normal. But it's what being scared of ghosts is all tied up in." But Sam pulled a face about Casper, and okay, okay, the joke was weak.
"You mean all the ones you have I don't have?" Cocked an eyebrow, "You art, man. That's highbrow shit, I don't believe you do trash anymore." Even if Sam here was spooky.