There is a woman with bright red hair and an even brighter smile on her face as she walks between the tables. She smells slightly of apples and cinnamon, but that's one of those things that's easy to miss beneath the scents wafting from the pies in each hand. Peach and lemon are pretty strong scents, after all.

And she looks like she wants to

Charlie had been busy serving pie most of the day. And, really, for the past few days. Okay... for quite some time. And she'd been distracted, and forgotten to get enough sleep ( Read more... )

Someone needs some pie. Charlie knows that this is a universal truth, and she's just the one to provide said pie. Sure she doesn't work for Milliways, but it's not like there are rules against putting on a waitress' apron and making sure everyone was happy ( Read more... )

One thing he friggin' HATES about fights is that his suit and shirt get all messed up.

HEY. No, wait, he could give a fuck about that. What he hates is gettin' his friggin' ass kicked by some random monster and it doesn't happen real often, but every now and then, just ( Read more... )

It's a soaking wet, sullen teenager who comes through the door. She's wearing a green striped shirt, a denim skirt over purple leggings, and a pair of brown high tops. At one point in her life, all items of clothing were probably dry, but that's certainly not the case now. Her long hair is bedraggled and dripping all over the floor; her hands are ( Read more... )

Charlie has pie. Which is totally new and unexpected ( Read more... )

[OOM: The list of things that Charlie Andrews has never seen gets shorter by the hourCharlie walks through the door laughing, tossing repeated glances (and occasional amused shoulder-punches) behind her. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time," she tells her companion. The backpack swinging from her shoulder is slightly heavier than it was ( Read more... )

Honey bounces through the door, stuffed bunny dangling from one hand.

"Oh! Takashi, we're here again!" ^_^!

With a faint poof of sparkles (and, perhaps, a half-heard sound effect), white fuzzy bunny ears appear on his head. The 'inner ears' are pink satin.

Mori, behind him, says: ". . ."

[tiny tag brought by the Easter bunny: Mori, Honey]

Tom sits at the bar, enjoying his scotch. He's dressed down for a night in; gone are the formal suit robes he usually wears. It's been a long day, but not a bad one, and conversation would be most welcome.

[ OOM: After this invitation to play, Midgar can't hold a friggin' candle to Charlie Andrews and pie.]

TurksTag: Reno