Scene setting – Jax’s Coffee House.
co-written with VunG & Moo.
VunG: Elissa continued to rub her temples as she noticed Tommy’s attention to her, but really didn’t care enough to change her mode of behavior at this point. She winced a bit at his reference to a therapist, and internally admitted that she wasn’t feeling all that secure in her own stability, though not to the same extent. Looking at him with a tired expression, she signed, ~Does she speak sign language?~ She was going to need therapy after this… maybe even enough to make her get over her distrust of the entire profession. Still, Frank’s comment got an amused scoff out of her, shaking her head and signing out, ~Sanity is a myth, I think.~ Once the coffee got on its way, she’d sit up straight, a brief time period where her scarf was knocked out of position from her face-desk/table and her scar was visible. Still, as the girl handed over the coffee, she’d gladly taking hers as and taking a deep breath of the stuff, grabbing the cinnamon to add. As she did so, she too noticed Frank’s antics, but just rolled her eyes and straightened her own scarf before signing to Tom, ~He’s not that old. Heck, my folks had nine years between them.~ Though, besides that she wouldn’t encourage or discourage the detective, giving the girl a nod of thanks for the drink, mixing in the stuff before finally taking a big gulp of it. The moment she swallowed that big swig, she let out a shuddering, pleasured sigh, closing her eyes at the feeling. Oh yeah, that was the good stuff. She was completely oblivious to the photo situation at the moment.
Moo: While it was intended for Sophia to return to her area behind the counter, she was stopped by the rather pleasantries of these particular guests. She turned with her smile still well plastered over her face. Actually genuine, as she enjoyed contact with other people. In the man’s apparent attempt to look sharp, Sophia couldn’t help but lift her hand over her lips, holding in a small and rather girlish chuckle. It didn’t take much to cause the girl to blush, given her situation. But she would not delve deeper into it than that, as she wasn’t the type to openly flirt, and with strangers nonetheless. “It’s a compliment, really,” she added as the other male teased the first. “But you’re very welcome…all of you.”
Sophia’s gaze wandered around the three, and while she didn’t want to seem the nosy type, she was definitely interested in getting to know Candice’s favorite regulars. “May I ask your names..?” She gave a tilt of her head while she held onto the circular tray, holding it flat against her stomach and pelvis. “I know I recognize you two.” The girl grinned while her finger pointed from Tommy to Elissa. “But you seem new.” Her brows furrowed in the slightest while she looked at the third guest. Something sly could be seen in her expression, as though she should have been concerned he hadn’t been here to taste the coffee sooner. “I’d better start seeing you around more often.” A light chuckle before her eyes wandered down to watch the mute woman pour cinnamon into her drink. By chance, a photo happened to catch her eye, which had been moved well out of the way moments earlier. Blinking, she swore she saw…well, that was just it. She couldn’t tell what she was looking at. But it looked grotesque and reminded her of the mission she’d carried out the night before. Sophia swallowed, managing to avert her eyes quickly and normalize her expression, which hopefully hadn’t completely fallen from her face. Luckily, at this point the woman seemed to be enjoying her drink, so she would give a small laugh…which hopefully didn’t sound as forced as it really was. “I’m glad to see you enjoying the coffee.” Would it be a smooth enough recovery?
Razorbackwriter: Frank couldn’t hide his pleasure at hearing the waitress giggle and try to hide her smile behind her hand. It left him with a crooked smile. He didn’t socialize much these days and it was a refreshing change to get any sort of reaction from a member of the opposite sex. Frank sat a little straighter and gave a small salute to the young girl who had asked for their names. Tommy, who took his cup from Sophia and sat it down, went first.
“Name’s Tommy. Tommy Xo. I work up at the road at the New York Times. And this lovely lady beside me is Elissa.” He didn’t know her last name, but knew it would be polite to say her name verbally, since Elissa would either sign or write it. “And that guy there…” He pointed to Frank, with a smirk. “Is…Detective Frank Malone.” At this, Frank extended his hand towards Sophia, to be a touch more formal. “You can just call me Frank.” The detective offered, hoping she might shake his hand in reply. “Tommy here loves to do the talking. Comes from being on the job 24/7.”What Frank meant by this was that Tommy was always working a case or investigation trying to make the front page, if he could get past his editor. Frank took a sip of his coffee and made a satisfied smile, before answering Sophia. “If the service is always this good, I’ll be around a heck of a lot more.” This had Tommy laugh. “Woah, trading coffee for beer? Amazing what change can be brought about by a beautiful girl, Frank.” Again Frank blushed, and shook his head, embarrassed that Tommy spoke so broadly.
Tommy was quick to notice Sophia blink, then he glanced down at the table and noticed one of the pictures was out of the envelope and could be seen. The reporter glanced back up at Sophia, and he did notice that she had shifted her eyes quickly. It was strange how the girl regained her composure so quickly, and then went on to speak to Elissa. Would Elissa pick up on it? Tommy…went for broke.
“So…Sophia. Ever watched the X files?…..Or….seen a ten tonne slug?”
Frank spat his coffee right as Tommy asked this.