becomethewolves (becomethewolves) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-02-01 05:03:00 |
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2/1/19
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They served a nice breakfast at The Sleepy Satyr, better than any shitty motel that Elliot had ever stayed in or any of the foster houses she had lived in, that was for damn sure. But everyone was so damn cheerful, not to mention that eating, sleeping and working in the place was going to get under her skin fast. So, she had suggested the diner. Surely those couldn't be that different than what she was used to. Plus, the cost wasn't exactly an issue, as long as she worked at Satyr she didn't need to pay for her room. At least she didn't have to rush to find something else, crashpad wise. It may not be the most spacious of accommodations, but she could deal for a bit. Hell, she wasn't even sure how long they were going to be here. This town was already weird though, especially her new boss. Elliot may never have had a proper job before she was pretty sure that wasn't how job interviews were supposed to go. Or how legal business owners were supposed to dress. "Coffee. Please." She told the pretty waitress when she set the menus down in front of them, eyes dropping down to her legs when she turned her attention to Ethan. What? You could only spend so much time in the places she had, and with those sorts of people, without developing a brazen appreciation for someone put together that well. Besides, she was subtle. Mostly. Some days. There was a Wolf who worked here. Her smell was worn in old paths around the diner, but she didn't work today apparently, and that made it easier for her to relax with her back against the wall, one leg stretched across the seat of the booth. Made it easier to watch the breakfast crowd, relatively quiet and unremarkable except for the flutter of a someone's wings a few tables away, among others. "Well, Dorothy, we sure as shit ain't in Kansas anymore." At least the tables on either side of them were empty, no rambunctious toddlers or high pitched, squealing teenagers. |