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

[exilire]

[ it's not entirely a fabrication — she does actually need to attempt to catch a few hours' worth of sleep, even fitfully — but it's also a convenient excuse for her to remove herself from a conversation that's taken a quick turn into something unfamiliar.

partly her fault, as well; it's not like her to push so hard in advocating that she get involved in some sort of preternatural conflict, like this. but there's a burgeoning trust developing on her end after having seen his compassion with rachel, and so help her, she'd rather not see him snuffed out just yet by all of the forces that seem to be aligning against him. he needs someone in his corner, even if it is a constantine.

and she may be a walking disaster magnet, but let's face it — his life hasn't exactly been all peaches and cream for the last century either, from the sound of it.

she nods at him now, hands in front of her coat and folded over her purse. ]

You'll let me know if something happens, before that.

[ she hopes at least he'll make the effort to reach out, if that's the case. and if she seems momentarily unsure for a few seconds about leaving him like this here, she tamps down on it afterward to hide it before speaking again in an even softer tone. ]

...Don't stay up too late.

[ and then she turns, and she's gone. ]