Second Smoke Signal

[char_he_mcgee]

[Cast an eyeball at the red-head on roller skates as she weaves her way in an out of cars at the drive-in diner. She works here. She probably has your order. And she's probably chewing bubblegum and wearing something similar to this. She's a nice enough car hop

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[withloadedguns]

Don't you get beat, rolling around on those things?

[char_he_mcgee]

Very. [She's going to do her best to play it cool because That Guy She Likes is talking to her.] Worth the money, though. What can I get ya?

[withloadedguns]

Guess it must be.

How 'bout a Coke?

[char_he_mcgee]

One Coke, comin' right up. [And she skates off again, returning a moment later with the Coke.] Here. No charge. You goin' to the concert later?

[immortaltwat]

[Nathan's a ton-up boy, slouching on his stolen motorbike. He's pretty clearly checking her out, smirk on his face and a cigarette between his teeth.]

So, you ever fall over? Have to tell you, those things don't look conductive to a safe working environment, and I'm not too keen on the idea of ending up with my 'shake on my lap.

[char_he_mcgee]

[Charlie smirks, shaking her head.] Nah. I've always been good at skatin'.

[Here, Nathan. The red-head that has most certainly not noticed you checking her out has your milkshake and whatever else you ordered.]

'Sides. If I fall, I get fired and I kinda like this job.

[immortaltwat]

[He doesn't take his food just yet. Just reaches for the milkshake, taking his cigarette out of his mouth so he can sip at it. She'll probably leave just as soon as she gets the chance, so he's happy to have her act as a glorified table until she gets sick enough of him or seems like she might be up for shagging him.]

That's okay. I wouldn't tell. I bet you could make it up to me.

[char_he_mcgee]

[Just this face, Nathan.] Doubt it.

[She's going to hold out his food just a little more. Hint, hint, friend.] I got three other deliveries to make.