(Untitled)

[toomanypostits]

Rube had an evening reap tonight that he kept for himself. The rest of the group had enough to deal with, and this one wasn't highly out of his way. So, he took care of it quickly and is now heading back to Der Waffle Haus for some coffee while he finishes up some paperwork.

He stops just inside the door.

"Now what the hell is thisBecause it

Comments

[itakesouls]

In the back of the bar, there is a shape moving, blocked by people and chairs and tables. It's heading for the stairs. But then it trips, knocking over a chair and a glass over with it.

"FUCK!" Comes very loudly from the shape's vicinity.

[toomanypostits]

Rube shakes his head and reaches a hand down to help the familiar looking shape.

"Good evening to you, too, Peanut," he says, deadpan.

[reapsandcons]

Fuck indeed.

"Shit, are you oka--"

Daisy stops talking.

And sinks lower under the table.

[itakesouls]

She groans and accepts Rube's hand up.

Defeated: "Daisy's under the table over there."

[toomanypostits]

He rolls his eyes and bends down, waving at Daisy with a bright, if sardonic, smile. Then he motions her over with as stern a look as he can manage while crouched. Which is still pretty stern, as it turns out.

[reapsandcons]

Sighing, Daisy emerges from under the table and walks over.

With her coffee and George's, of course.

"This, Georgia," she says, handing it to her, "is yours. And this one is mine. And you can get your own, Rube."

No, he doesn't get a hello.

[itakesouls]

George sighs and sits down in one of the booths.

"How'd you get here?" she asks Rube.

[toomanypostits]

"Through the door to Der Waffle House, apparently," he replies, sitting down beside her. "Which might make more sense if I knew where 'here' was. If either of you would be so kind as to clue me in, I might be willing to forgive you for the lack of coffee in my system at the moment."

[reapsandcons]

"I followed the same method. Didn't really feel like leaving, though, and I bet you're just going to spoil that if we tell you."

Daisy's smiling now, but the pout is still in her words.

[itakesouls]

George is attempting to hide quietly in her coffee cup.

[toomanypostits]

Rube glowers.

"This is not helping my delicately balanced calm, ladies. I'm in desperate need of either caffeine or answers, and if I have to leave this table for either, I will not be a shiny, happy individual when I get back."

[reapsandcons]

Daisy falsely brightens.

"I'll just go get you some coffee then!"

And rolls her eyes sympathetically at George, and waltzes toward Bar.

[itakesouls]

She's averting her eyes, trying to sink deeper into her cup. But seeing how it's a cup and not, say, a hole in the ground, it's not working so well.

[toomanypostits]

He tries a more subtle approach. He smiles pleasantly at George.

"Out with it, Peanut. Where's my wafflehouse?"

... Did I mention he fails at subtlety?

[reapsandcons]

"It hasn't exactly moved," retorts Daisy, who, upon returning, puts a mug of coffee (black) in front of Rube.

"Actually, it's still in Seattle."

They're just sort of not.

[itakesouls]

"What she said," she responds quickly.