Jack-Raven-Mary Anne OOM

[jackdriscoll]

Jack is at a cafe. There's a lot of cafes in New York City.

He is writing. There are lots of writers in New York City. A lot of them write in cafes.

So familiar people running into this particular writer at this particular cafe would be purely coincidental, right? Right.

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[song_tra_bong]

There are lots of blondes in New York City. Naturals, dye-jobs that could pass for natural, clearly bad dye-jobs, highlights and even a few wigs.

This one's a natural.

She's sitting a few tables over, not in his direct line of sight, but visible should he turn to look.

She orders coffee and a slice of cake.

The fact that her companion seems to resemble the particular writer is purely coincidental.

[creator_raven]

Raven does not laugh, but he certainly looks like he wants to.

It's in the eyes.

"It is a thing you doubt?"

His voice is tinged with horror.

[jackdriscoll]

"Well, yeah, I'm not exactly a teddy bear." There's a faint, confused smirk on his face.

[song_tra_bong]

A big, angsty teddy bear.

"Says you."

Someone clearly not Mary Anne must have muttered that. Her mouth is full of cake. No talking going on here.

Something overheard from a neighboring table, perhaps?

[creator_raven]

"It is not impossible, I do not think."

Raven studies Jack speculatively.

"Though fur is better in dark brown, perhaps."

[jackdriscoll]

"It's not real fur," he says, cutting into a slice of cake. "It's--manufactured...fuzzy...stuff."

[song_tra_bong]

"Ah. Technical term."

Yay, coffee!

[creator_raven]

Raven frowns.

"That is preferable?"

Humans are weird. This is final.

[jackdriscoll]

"Some people, I believe, are allergic to fur."

He snaps down--yes, snaps--a waitor. Who looks at the table confusedly. "Can I get a cappucino, please?" Jack asks the young man. He nods and scampers off, looking behind him a few times before disappearing into the cafe.

[song_tra_bong]

The double-taking waiter is eyed.

"So, which one of us do you think he was checking out?"

[creator_raven]

"Jack, I think. It is a hazard."

Raven wrinkles his nose. He might be sulking.

Maybe.

[jackdriscoll]

Jack raises an eyebrow. "I think he was looking at Mary Anne."

[song_tra_bong]

Raven gets a pat on the leg and a murmured "There, there, dear. I still think you're pretty." before adding to Jack's comment.

"Was tough for me to tell. Suppose we could all just flirt when he comes back and see who he responds to."

[creator_raven]

If possible, Raven pouts more.

"It is not a thing I am good at, perhaps."

[jackdriscoll]

Jack just eyes Mary Anne.

The double-taking waiter returns with Jack's cappucino. Jack makes no motion to flirt with him, bit gives him a nod. "Thanks."

[song_tra_bong]

More fun for the rest of the group, then.

"Oh!" Mary Anne turns to the waiter with a carefully measured lean. "Since you're here, you think I could get another coffee? Two sugars."

Beat.

"And cream."

She winks. "Thanks, sweetheart."

She can be subtle when she wants to. She doesn't particularly feel like it just now.