ArchivedLogs:See These Eyes So Green
| See These Eyes So Green | |
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| Dramatis Personae | 2015-08-03 "Have you accepted our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, into your heart?" |
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"So, the Bronx Zoo is just like every other zoo everywhere else. Now, I know," Sergio grins, suppressing a laugh by bringing the straw of his milkshake up to his lips and sucking. The beverage is thick, and requires enough effort to shut him up. Not necessarily in a position to venture out alone, and plagued with insufferable restlessness for that very fact, the budding telepath lured Liv and Jack into escorting him on his first trip into New York City. A strategist at heart, it didn't turn out to be quite as an exciting trip as he probably made it out to be - having had a great deal of it planned, but very little actual knowledge of the city, or what would /actually/ be fun. The teen nervously adjusts the stuffed-animal monkey that hangs around his neck, clasped with velcro hands. Shifting his weight, the plastic of the trio's booth makes an awkward sound, "That was the seat." Around them, the 80's turquoise and purple triangle motif of the Bronx IHOP is hardly bustling. The overhead lighting washes out the chain restaurant of any ambiance and the only attempt to bring life to the place, sporadic potted pothos vines, only makes the place that more depressing. Jack's been in a pretty depressed mood himself lately but he's been suppressing it since getting back earlier and agreeing to come along on the trip into the city. He did say he was happy to go along with his new roommate. Dressed in his standard city excursion outfit of a jeans and a hoodie, Jack's doing his best to keep anyone except those at the table from seeing the fact that he looks like empty floating clothes. "Bigger than the only other zoo I've been to," he remarks. The awkward noise and Sergio's comment just get a little snicker of a laugh. "Sure it was," he jokes. Judging by the bags of souvenirs, Liv seems to have had more fun. A stuffed tiger sticks out of one overstuffed bag while a Bronz Zoo t-shirt, several sizes too big, hangs off her frame. She's also wearing a pink squid shaped hat over her green hair. "It doesn't need to be any different from other zoos. Zoos are always great." She picks up the menu and begins scanning the options, unable to resist giggling at the sound Sergio makes. "Daddy always blamed on the seat, too." Only one waitress appears to be on duty this evening, and one busboy. The waitress, who introduced herself by name when she took their drink orders, chews her gum like cud and stares over at the group of teens with mild irritation. As the busboy goes into the back, two men enter. Both are white, in their mid-twenties, and have seen better days. One wears a black yankees cap and pats his partially inebriated companion as he swerve-steps slightly into his path. At the server station, the waitress forces up a smile and bounces as she gestures to the nearly empty restaurant, instructing them to sit anywhere they like. Sergio has no problem laughing at himself, so he giggles a little, too. But just because he doesn't take himself too seriously doesn't mean he doesn't turn a little bit red over it. "Jerks," he mutters jokingly, sucking hard on the straw. Jack just snickers again around the straw leading into his chocolate milk. He's passed on most of the souvenirs but did get himself a t-shirt. "They kept everything in its enclosure too. Zoo in jersey had tons of like...peacocks and geese running around wild," he remarks. Falling otherwise quiet, he glances up as the two men enter. There's a slight tensing of his shoulders and the invisible teen keeps a watch in the general direction of the men. Just in case. Liv grabs her soda and takes a large sip through the straw. "Oooh, that sounds nice," she says as Jack describes the zoo. "Closest thing to a zoo I did back home was watching the tourists." She finally removes her squid hat as it begins to get warm, ruffling her flattened hair as she sets it to the side. "Gosh I'm starving, hope the waitress comes by soon," she says, casually glancing towards the drunks as they enter but decides to leave them be and ignore them. "Butterfly garden was nice. Too tempting to play with the flowers though." The Yankees Cap doesn't linger, opting to pat his buddy on the back once more and strut off. Passing the teens' booth, he bows his head and sneers at Liv knowingly as he continues to a table not far off. The sourness of body odor intermingled with ashy smell cigarettes lingers in his wake. Over at the server station, the waitress presses on a pained smile as she interacts with the other man. As he leans closer, propping up the wall nearest to them with his arm just over her head, it's clear enough that she's being hit on ...and she isn't that into it. Not paying the drunks, or the waitress any mind, Sergio goes back to fiddling with the orangutan around his neck, "Where you from?" He asks Liv, conversationally, before cocking his head to look over at Jack in surprise, "Where are /both/ of you from?" "It wasn't really. Those birds were -mean-," Jack replies, an unseen smile on his face. "I think our waitress is a little busy," he murmurs, attention half on the conversation and half on what's going on over with the drunk. When asked where he's from, Jack shrugs a little. "Nowhere special. Just Newark over in New Jersey," he says. "Fair enough. I've heard fun stories about geese. Wouldn't surprise me if all birds were the spawn of satan," Liv takes another gulp from her soda before clearing her throat. "Surprised the accent don't give me away. Georgia. Savannah specifically." As the guy passes by her, she coughs a bit at the stench but continues to ignore them. Though it is admittedly getting trickier. "Remind me, we oughta tip her good. I think she's gonna need it," Liv adds, a bit quieter than the rest of their conversation. "It's probably messed up but ever since Harry Potter, the reptile and snake houses are always my favorite," Sergio plunges his straw into his shake again and again to loosen it up. "Oh, right! I knew that. Not everyone is orange." He winks to Jack, "I don't know anything about Georgia besides like, spanish moss." Lifting his head to look up from their table for the first time, he scans over the booth, "What do you mean?" The waitress slips away, showing the man two upturned wrists as she curls her upper lip. Still, her walk remains flirtatious and bouncy as she crosses the dining room. "I'll be right back for you guys," she says to Jack, Liv, and Sergio as she makes her way into the restrooms. She turns right, into the ladies' room. Drifting after her, the drunk sways, and braces himself against the trio's table. The surface shakes as he slaps both palms flat and blinks hard to focus, "Y-you look like a green ...witch." He smiles, laughing and nodding in approval of Liv. "I don't think the snakes would be as happy if we let them out here," Jack jokes. Yes, he's read Potter. And seen the movies thanks to a certain sharky classmate. "I mean there might be trouble," Jack sighs quietly, nodding in the direction of the drunk and the waitress. He turns his head away when the waitress gets close to their table but still nods. "No rush," he offers sympathetically. Of course when the drunk gets close and laughs at Liv, there's a faint rattling of the silverware and condiments on the table. He stays quiet but the way his shoulders are set gives away how tense he is. "Y'know, I hear letting the animals out of their enclosures is frowned upon at most zoos," Liv adds, agreeing to Jack's sentiment. Though she does offer a quick grin to Sergio. "Spanish Moss, yep, that's pretty much it. Had friends who used to make drinking games out of tourists who'd touch the moss. Not supposed to..." Whatever reason there is for not touching the moss is lost as Liv glances towards the drunk man who has somehow become fascinated by her hair. "Uh...thank you?" she replies hesitantly, not all that sure what the proper response for this moment is. Sergio's hand shoots out under the table and presses into Jack's leg as support, "Have you accepted our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, into your heart?" He asks the drunk, in seeming earnestness. He stares up at him, pathetically upturning his eyebrows. The drunk draws back his hands, as if he's been splashed with acid. Saying something unintelligible, he backpedals into the dining room in the direction his friend had gone. However, in the not-so-large restaurant, the man in the Yankees cap is no where to be seen. The man turns around twice, confused, before plopping himself down in any old seat. Jack glances up at Sergio when he feels the touch, unseen brows arching. He lets out a breath of relief and relaxes when the drunk backs off though. Nodding a little 'thanks' to Sergio, Jack leans back and ends up snickering a bit when the booth makes another awkward noise. "Thought things might have to get...physical there a moment." Liv breathes an audible sigh of relief as the drunk wanders off, though she turns to glance towards the other two curiously. "What...what just happened? Did you scare him off with the power of Christ or am I missing something?" Bringing his hand sharply back to his own person, Sergio offers Jack an affirming, if not slightly awkward, nod. "You're totally not the only one who has experience with tourists," he explains in a quiet, joking tone to Liv. He smirks as he peeks over his shoulder where the man stumbled to, puffing out his chest with renewed confidence. "I don't know why I'm pretending to look at this, I just want pancakes, dude," he says as he looks back to the open menu and closes it. Left to his own devices, the drunk waits. He sighs audibly, and scuffs his foot against the floor impatiently. Finally, he staggers back across the dining room towards the restrooms, entering and turning left. A moment later, he reappears, looking this way and that. He's still alone, and still confused. | |
