Katherine Lily Peony Davenport (whitewitching) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-02-01 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse weaver, katherine davenport |
Who: Kitty Davenport & Jesse Weaver
What: Breakfast
When: Friday morning, 7am.
Where: Du Par's Diner
Rating: PG
Working at Midnight had a lot of positives, the first of it being that Jesse didn't have to get up at the asscrack of dawn to get to work and the second being he was surrounded by a lot of likeminded individuals but then by the time the morning rolled around he was absolutely starving. Thankfully for Jesse had a really good best friend who had since he'd started working there made it a tradition to meet him at a small diner a couple blocks down from the club where they'd both have breakfast and catch up. Today was no different because as Jesse rounded the corner leading to the diner he spotted Kitty in their familiar booth and he grinned, lifting a hand in greeting before he pushed open the door. "Hey," he murmured with a further warm smile before he leaned down to give her a hug. Kitty was an early riser anyway; it never bothered her to roll out of bed first thing in the morning and get on with her day. The only time she struggled was sometimes in the mornings if Jesse was feeling particularly… wolfy (was that even the right term?) because sometimes he just helped himself to the other half of her bed and that occasionally meant she was more reluctant to get up. Since he’d been working, though, she was up and showered, her hair in a braid and breakfast already ordered for them both - since she knew what he’d want anyway - with the option of him adding more when he arrived. She half pushed herself up to hug him back, kissing his cheek and cupping the back of his head, squeezing him briefly before she sat back down again. “Morning,” she greeted, “you have a good shift? Food’s ordered but I didn’t know if you wanted anything other than your usual so the server’ll be over shortly anyway to double check.” She had a milkshake on the table in front of her, she pushed it towards him. “Want some?” Jesse slid his jacket off his shoulders before he took up residence in the other half of the booth and offered Kitty a grin. "You're too good to me you know?" He was definitely happy with his usual and it was more than enough to fill him up which was impressive given how much he normally ate. His old excuse of him being a growing wolf couldn't really be used but it was still relevant. Rather than answer her question about the milkshake he leaned down and latched his lips around the straw to take a few slow sips before passing it back so he didn't finish it all because that was a serious risk. "Shift was good, yeah. Had a couple troublemakers but they were easily dealt with." "I know," she responded teasingly, knocking his shin under the table gently as he settled, long legs hitting the underside of the table and making the salt shaker jump a little as he tried to get comfortable. She watched him down almost a quarter of her milkshake in one smooth go and if he hadn't started passing it back she would have taken it from him because there were limits to even her generosity (which, was a lie, she'd have let him drink the whole thing if he'd needed it but no one really needed to know that). "Lucky I ordered you one of your own," she pointed out, retrieving her straw and taking a sip herself. Nodding, she waited to see if he wanted to talk any more about his shift, but when nothing else seemed forthcoming she prompted him. "You didn't have too much to do though? No fights?" "You can totally have some of that," Jesse offered sheepishly as he realised rather belatedly how much he'd actually drank of her milkshake. Fair was fair. "Well, there was this one fight. Between a vampire and an Incubus, both were interested in the same dancer and neither of them were willing to wait so that got kinda ugly." He rubbed his fingers through his hair. "Thankfully we got it broken up before it got lethal." "It's okay," Kitty reassured with a laugh, but her brows furrowed when he talked about a fight. "You didn't get caught in it, did you?" she asked, concern flooding across her face. He didn't look like he'd been punched; werewolves healed quicker than humans, it was true, but they weren't instantaneous healers. Sometimes he had come home with a fading bruise on his jaw. "You're okay?" Jesse grimaced faintly. "Only a little, but you know my rib are sturdy." The benefits to being a wolf was never really having injuries that lasted very long. "Studier than I think the vampire gave them credit for." He glanced over in the direction of the kitchen and that look he gave it was very much one of pleading because goddamn he was hungry. "They went for you?" Kitty asked, her voice taking on that slightly high-pitched shrill tone that it got whenever she was really worried. The server spotted Jesse's pleading look and laughed, the sound warm and motherly. "It'll be about five minutes, honey," she told him, calling across from where she was cleaning another table. "Hey, hey," Jesse hurriedly said as he reached over to catch Kitty's hands. "I'm okay though. Remember, werewolf?" He offered her a reassuring smile though he did glance up as the server assured him that food would be only five minutes. "Thanks," he returned with a smile. Kitty didn't calm down immediately even when Jesse's hands caught hers and squeezed in that way that she always found so reassuring. "Just because you're a werewolf doesn't mean I gotta be okay with you getting beat up," she told him, "And it doesn't mean I won't worry. What if one day someone comes in with silver knuckleduster or something?" She caught his hands, turning hers so she could hold his fingers. "I- sorry, I just worry. That's all. It could be worse. You could be one of the fighters at Tooth and Nail." Goddess, she would hate that. Jesse shook his head. "Never going to happen. All weapons are checked at the door so there'll never be any silver knuckledusters." Fangs and claws were a totally different matter entirely though. He gave her a further reassuring smile as he brushed his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "Yeah, there are definitely worst ways I could be making a living." “You don’t pat people down though, right? I mean, what if someone smuggled it in?” Kitty had a whole new set of things to worry about now. Maybe she could make him a charm bracelet, something spelled that would alert him to hidden weaponry. That might help, be a good idea even. She squeezed his fingers again and opened her mouth to speak when the server appeared. “Sorry to break the moment, sweethearts,” she said brightly, tray sliding onto the table meaning Kitty had to pull away quickly. “But your breakfast is here.” The tray was unloaded quickly; food fit for a small party placed in front of Jesse, and blueberry maple pancakes in front of Kitty. Two more milkshakes were deposited, too. “Enjoy, holler if you need more.” "Well, no," Jesse replied. "But y'know it's kind of an unwritten rule and you'd be surprised at how good people are about following those when they want to watch people dance." He knew she was worrying and he wished he could tell her to stop but that wasn't how it worked, people didn't just stop worrying because you told them to. He grinned a moment later when their breakfast arrived and he shot a grateful look to their server. "Thanks, this looks great." And exactly what the doctor ordered. He quickly helped himself to a slurp of milkshake before he delved into the rest of his food. He could tell her not to worry all he wanted, but she'd heard things. Stories of people getting hurt in attacks like the ones that killed her mom. She didn't want to lose anyone else like that, let alone Jesse. She didn't know what she'd do. She reached out and curled her fingers around her milkshake, pulling it off the table and just holding it, looking down into the thick, pink liquid like it would solve her worries and stop her from fretting. It was only a matter of time before somewhere like Midnight was targeted, if she were being realistic. But she didn't say that out loud. Jesse would look at her with those big brown eyes and smile at her and tell her that he appreciated her worrying about him but that he could take it. And that she should worry about herself more, but they hadn't worked out a litmus test for witches yet whereas some places had been rumoured to be lacing their food with silver dust to weed out werewolves. She finished off the milkshake she'd been nursing before waiting for him to arrive before she placed the empty glass on the table and started eating her pancakes, though she did eat significantly more slowly than Jesse. "You weren't joking, huh." Jesse could tell when Kitty was thinking or rather overthinking. She'd get this little furrow right between her brows and he hated that he had cause her to get lost in her head. "Hey, c'mon," Jesse said as he abandoned his food in favour of reaching across the table to clasp Kitty's hands in his own. "Honestly it'll be okay. I'll make sure we take extra precautions, alright?" He knew that after her mom had been killed Kitty had gotten particularly worried and paranoid about those closet to her and he didn't want her to have to worry about him. Making sure that she knew he was taking her concerns seriously was more important to him than food and that was rather a big deal. Kitty gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. "Sorry Jesse," she mumbled, squeezing his fingers again from where he'd reached across the table to grab her hands once more. He was one of the few people who could pull her out of her head. Unfortunately, sometimes it was because of him - like this instance - that she disappeared into her brain, worry beads spiralling out of control until he touched her and her thoughts always just screeched to a halt. "I know. Just- I know. C'mon, eat up, your food's gonna get cold." Knowing it might not be enough, she let go of his hands and got up, sliding into the booth next to him rather than sitting opposite, pulling her own plate over and settling next to him, reassured by the warmth of his arm and leg against hers. Jesse shot Kitty a grateful look because she really did know him really well to know that sometimes the best reassurance for him wasn't one of words but of physical closeness and comfort. He smiled and nudged her leg with his own before he settled into tucking into his food, feeling better already now that she was next to him rather than across the table from him. This time, in the morning, right after his shift, was definitely one of his favourite times of the day. |