Denny's

[thesearesocks]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. I don't think they have the Hobbit menu anymore, fuck. Maybe you should ask the waiter or something.

Comments

[schwayed]

[ he jerks awake as someone slides into the booth across from him, blinking owlishly at her for a few confused moments. wait, what? ]

Uh. [ smooth, mcginnis. no wonder there are people who think you're on drugs. ] Sure, yeah, I guess so. [ a beat. ] I mean, no, yeah, company's fine! [ considering the kick he'd taken to the head earlier, he's pretty pleased he's this coherent, honestly.

he reaches for his coffee and slumps back in his seat, taking a sip with a small, tired smile. ]

I'm Terry, by the way.

[cheerleader]

Chrissy. [She presses a hand to her chest as she introduces herself, as if he's tired enough that she has to demonstrate she's who she's talking about. Good one, Chrissy. But she laughs it off, nose scrunching up a little as she does.]

And this —

[She holds up the textbook she's been doing homework out of.]

Is my worst enemy Algebra.

[Ugh. Math is one of her worst subjects, though not for a lack of trying. The textbook is set down and pushed aside, before she nods over toward his homework.]

What are you working on?

[schwayed]

Nice to meet you, Chrissy. [ his small smile widens at the cute introduction, not even trying not to look a little charmed by it. she seems nice, and god knows he's lacking nice in his life lately.

he huffs a laugh a moment later, pushing himself upright again and reaching for the papers on the table. ] I'll be honest, I don't even remember right now. [ he flips one over, then slides a few off a book. .. oh, right. ] Organic chemistry. [ he's already learned a lot of this just from his work as batman, but it's not like he can submit that for a grade. ]

I'm kinda' surprised I'm not the only person here doing homework. I mean, it's-- [ he blinks, patting himself to try to find his phone. ] Uh. Late? [ it has to be late-late, because he'd been out on patrol earlier. ]

[cheerleader]

Really late. [She agrees, glancing at the watch on her wrist.]

But I had cheer practice until late, and after that I had some things on my mind. So I thought coming here would be better than walking around by myself. Or going back home.

[The admission is accompanied by a little shrug of her shoulders, as her fingers curl and hold the edge of the table. Leaning in a little, she grins and whispers like they're sharing a conspiratorial secret.]

It's my first time breaking curfew, actually.