bakerstreet | Chainsmoking out the Dennys window

[ Interest? That's... disconcerting? Suspicious? Maybe just normal. ]

Siberia.

[You see why he doesn't know syrup???]

Woah. I hear it's really...uh intense there.

[ He gives a single nod- his gaze shifting back to the parking lot for a moment before it slides back to him. ]

Yeah. Very.

It's cold.

[Carter follows the man's intense gaze to the parking lot, curious as to what he's looking out for.]

Yeah.
Uh...you waiting for someone?

[ His eyes narrow for the slightest moment, but then he grabs the syrup and pours it over his pancakes. ]

No.

[Carter shrugs.]

Okay, just wanted to know if you needed another menu.

[ It's a strange thing... the sudden interest in his whereabouts, and then the casual dismissal. He doesn't like mixed signals. ]

Another menu for what?

If you had a friend coming or something.

[ It definitely feels more suspicious now. ]

I don't.

...So whatever you think you're doing, you should stay out of it. They're probably lying to you, and gonna get you killed, so just... walk away.

[Carter gives him a weird look because what the hell is this guy babbling about?]

Whatever dude.
I just work here.

[He says and leaves to go gather dishes from the other tables.]

[ Bucky glares for a moment, then goes back to watching the parking lot for a moment, before he finally slides the pancakes closer and inspects the syrup, pouring it on.

After the first bite, he pours even more on, and then he's pretty much ravenous as he goes about downing the pancakes at an impressive rate. ]

[The guy with the pancakes is definitely weird but Carter works the night shift at a Denny's so of course he's dealt with weirder, the worst so far being the guy who freaked out and decided to try and run into the kitchen to rub bacon grease on his naked body.

He leaves him alone to eat his food and does the rounds of the restaurant, picking up dirty dishes and re-filling coffee. Eventually though he finds himself back at Bucky's table.]

What did you think of the syrup?

[ Bucky will definitely not be running into the kitchen to rub bacon grease on his naked body.

At least he does feel better after eating, though- and no one came to drag him away in the meantime. ]

S'good.

[He poured a lot of it on his pancakes, so now there's still a pool of it in his plate.]

Do pancakes come with a refill too?

[Carter half smiles and shakes his head because that is kind of a funny joke.]

No, sorry. Do you want another order though?

[ Apparently he's an unintentionally funny guy. He hesitates, digging into his pockets and pulls out some crumpled up bills, checking to see if he has enough. He counts it all quickly, then shoves it back into his pocket. Nope. ]

Uh- no. Just some more coffee- thanks.

Okay.

[As he's pouring more coffee into Bucky's cup a large group of drunk college boys come into the Denny's, there's about six of them and they're all talking loudly. Carter visibly tenses up and his smile disappears.]

[ He's lamenting his pancakes for a moment, but now at least he knows there's something else he likes.

Bucky detects the shift in the air immediately, though- glancing at the boys who come in, then up at his waiter. Whatever's going on, he knows he can't get involved. He needs to lay low. He pulls his cap down a little further to cover his face.]

[He finishes topping up Bucky's coffee and then gives him a little nod before going over to the table of college boys. Asking if they want coffee or waters but soon it's pretty obvious that the other boys are mocking and teasing him and after pouring them some coffee he strides away, his jaw set and angry.]

[ Bucky watches. Even if he doesn't want to get involved, he watches.

The mocking and the teasing raises the hairs on the back of his neck. He hates it, and he reminds him of something. Of someone. His jaw clenches as well, but the waiter walks away and he really hopes that'll be it.

A few moments later there's a crash, porcelain breaking as one of those boys knocks their mug full off coffee off the table and waves their hand at the waiter to come clean it up. ]

[One of the old men sitting in a corner booth jumps when the mug shatters and Carter comes out from the back, his eyes wide and concerned until he sees who has broken it. Anger flashes in his eyes again and he goes over to the old man first to check on him, talking to him softly before grabbing a broom and a large rag and going to clean up the mess.

He sweeps up what he can of the broken mug and then kneels down to mop up the liquid with the rag, when he does one of the boys "accidentally" knocks over his coffee as well so that it runs off the table and onto Carter's head.]

Oooopsie daisy! [He says and they all laugh.]

[ Don't get involved, he tells himself. Don't.

The boy checks on the old man, then goes to clean up the mess. He's half way through when he watches one of the other boys knock their coffee over deliberately to spill over his head.

His fingers curl tightly around the table, causing a dent. ]

[Carter's body flinches as the hot coffee hits his scalp and the hand holding the rag tightens into a fist, squeezing liquid between his fingers. He can feel rage pulsing through his body and at his temples, god it would be so easy to just...]

Sorry, bro. It was an accident.

[Like hell it was but the word hits Carter in the chest and he forces himself to breathe. An accident, like the one that happened four months ago, the one that cost him his last job and he swallows down the bitter taste of humiliation.]

It's okay. [He mumbles, bowing his head to focus on mopping up the spill.] I'll clean it up.

Yeah you better. [One of the largest boys sneers at Carter.] You fucking fairy.

[ He's had a lot of trigger words before- all of them forcing him to be a violent, mindless killer. This is different.

He hears those boys, watches as they torment this poor kid and he's up and moving forward. He grabs the guy's arm- the one laughing and knocking over coffee, fingers squeezing hard. ]

Apologize. Now.

[Carter looks up, his eye wide with surprise when he realizes who has come to his aid. The pancake guy??]

What the fuck?! [The boy cries out, obviously surprised as well but then his face gets angry.] Let go of me you fuckin' weirdo or I'm calling the cops!

[Carter gets up from his position on the floor, swiping a hand nervously through his wet, coffee stained hair. The restaurant isn't busy but the few people who are here are watching the scene play out.]

[ Bucky doesn't let up. If the police come he'll slip away. It's all he's been doing for months anyway. ]

I'll have cracked every single bone in your hand by the time the cops get here, do you really want to risk it? Apologize now and you get to keep your hand, and your dignity.

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ooc: bucky's new nickname is 'pancake guy' XD

lmao love it.