Claire Novak (angel_heart) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-09-07 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: claire novak, character: dean winchester, character: garrett hawke |
Who: Claire Novak, Hawke, Dean, and OPEN to anyone
What: Even people in pocket-universes have to eat.
Where: The Diner in Fat Man's Corner
When: Sunday Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Open/Ongoing
There'd been a lot of things Claire had gotten good at over the months of living here. Although not all of them are necessary, learning them came from some necessity or another, whether it was survival skills, keeping herself from a depression spiral, or out of sheer, mind-numbing boredom. She practiced most of them every day, sword and weaponless fighting especially- they had become routine she felt uncomfortable about missing, and kept pushing herself more and more each time, just to keep the body high. Also to figure out new ways to knock Hook off his boots and earn that proud, crooked smile in return. Or see Logan laugh around his cigar. Maybe to impress a certain seventeen year old Hunter in the process. Maybe.
Right now, though, she was at the diner earning the Grimoire monopoly money, and since it was basically dead in the place (pun possibly intended), she was practicing a less violent skill: cooking. Specifically, cooking with bacon. There was a ton of it in the walk-in, and in her boredom-racked mind which was starving after her late-morning round about the gym with the big Canadian, Claire found herself with a warming-drawer full of crispy thick-cut awesomeness and a bunch of ideas on what to do with them. Like the batch of maple-glazed donuts right out of the fryer that had bacon-crumbles instead of sprinkles. And the huge batch of loaded baked potato soup on the back burner. As she shifted weight from foot to foot in front of the cutting board, contemplating how bacon might taste on a peanut butter and banana sandwich, a noise popped the blonde teen from her thoughts- knife still in hand.