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

[playingtough]

Billy's tempted to light up another stick, but keeps from doing so for now. There's enough smoke gathered around his head his angelic curls like a halo. Everyone knew he was the exact opposite of how he looked though. All aggression and rage ready to snap like a switch.

Those bright baby blues watch Eddie's hand swat away the lingering smoke from the ashtray and he sits back in the booth. Munson was harmless. Weird, yeah, but harmless. Unless you were part of his Hellfire Club, he mostly left everyone else alone, like the rest of the set the background music for him in whispered rumors.

"No," he breathes out, the stench of smoke lingering on his breath. Billy stares for a long moment, out the window, before shifting his gaze to the Freak. "Stay."

A strip of bacon is plucked up to be devoured in one chomp. The stinging is there in his cheek each time his jaw moves and that chiseled line will probably have a lingering mark when the sun peeks back out. Rumors will probably start up that he got into another fight, but Billy will take that over people knowing what really happened. "Mellow is fine."

[obeyyourdm]

Although Eddie is sure that he has the upper hand with his offering and expects some response or excuse why he shouldn't leave, the simple, honest no, stay takes him by surprise. He lifts his chin, pressing his lips together tightly, and gives the slightest of nods.

But before he can say anything in reply, the waitress returns with his drink and pancakes. There's ice in the glass that he didn't ask for, and two straws. A short laugh catches in the back of his throat, not quite spilling out, but loud enough with the Stoic Billy opposite him for him to notice. What does she think this is? Perhaps she's a little crazy after all.

"Great," cutlery clatters as he gathers a fork and a knife, and starts to cut into the stack. "Let me get this down, and then we can go out to my van."

Raising his piled up fork, Eddie pauses to look at Billy. "Unless there's somewhere you'd rather do it?"

He shovels the large portion into his mouth. His questioning gaze doesn't leave Billy's face, though.

[playingtough]

Billy merely glances at Eddie in time to catch the slight nod. Not that he was going to admit it outloud, but he didn't want to be alone. Not right now, not after the one-sided argument his dad had with him that lead him to slamming into his car, slamming it into gear, slamming it onto the road, slamming it into the parking lot...

Those eyes slide to look at the waitress as she delivers Freak's food and drink. He spies the two straws and even he has to crack a little bit of a grin at the assumption. Did she think they were together? She should go grasp at actual straws for a bit, tangible compared to whatever she thought was happening between himself and Munson.

Billy shifts his position, lounging on the booth seat now instead of just simply sitting there. The dingy light over them casts artist shadows over his clothes and skin, an almost radiant-like allure to him as he sits there despite his devilish reputation. "Your van is fine." The foot still on the floor bounces a little with residual energy from the fight at the house. "No other plans tonight, so I've got time whenever you're done shoving food in your fucking face. And I'm not paying for yours."