Sid Parry (ikeepyoursecret) wrote in repose, @ 2018-04-23 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, sid parry, ward parry |
log: sid p. & ward p.
Who: The Brothers Parry
What: Snacking
Where: the (Bad) Diner
When: Monday afternoon
Warnings/Rating: Blood, guts & swears
The lunch rush--if it could even be called a "rush", more like a zombified stagger--had ground to a halt, which meant it was just about time to (finally) grab something to eat. Sid hadn't had anything since before the morning breakfast crew rolled in around seven that morning, so his stomach was practically eating itself at this point. He could only imagine Ward's was doing the same thing, though God knows where he'd gotten off to. Whatever, Sid knew what he ate. He scraped the grill clean--a luxury he afforded to only a select few customers outside his brother and himself--and buttered two hamburger buns leaving them to toast on the back of the grill where it was coolest while he headed into the walk-in to grab some more hamburger patties.
Well. There was Ward, in the corner of the walk-in with his back to the door, apparently already snacking, judging by the lip smacking noises emitting from him. Ass hole. "Hey man, I was gonna make lunch," he said, slipping past his brother to get to the hamburger meat. He caught a glimpse of Ward's snack of choice and his face screwed up. Raw steak? "You didn't want to throw that on the grill first?" He asked. This wasn't exactly the swanky diner across town. He coudn't say for sure, but he wasn't always certain that the were getting grade A beef from the vendor, if you catch his drift. It probably wasn't so bad after everything was cooked, but still.
He grabbed a pound of ground chuck and turned back around. Was there something weird about Ward's face? Like, his eyes, maybe? The lighting in the walk-in was pretty dim, but Sid could swear (after a few blinks to make sure his eyes were working properly) that Ward's eyes were black. Like solid black. "You alright, bro?"