CLOSED ♔ hear the crocodiles ticking 'round the world

[driveangry]

♬ Major Minus - Coldplay

WHO || Liam Chambers & Desmond Descant [Closed]
WHAT || Old business associates catch up - and Des gets a lead
WHERE || A diner in Chicago, IL, America
WHEN || Thurs, Feb 9th, afternoon
HOW || Actionspam

[The broad shouldered man sitting in a booth against the window hardly glanced up as the bell jangled to let another customer inside. He knew what he'd hear as soon as soon as the guy he was waiting on showed.

And sure, enough. Just like clockwork.

"DES? That you, sugar?" Didn't mean anything, really, when Irma called someone 'sugar', other than she thought they were still breathing - she called everybody sugar. But it meant something when she sounded so surprised to see you.

He never got that tone, not anymore, but then again, he'd been hanging around here too long now. Starting to get uncomfortable. But a job was a job.

He slammed his fork back into his grilled chicken Caesar salad again when he felt the man walking up behind him, addressing him without looking up. His gravelly voice was dry with something like humor, and he didn't bother with salutations.]

Ordered you a triple-meat. Figured one of us better have something worth eatin'.

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[nothingsodivine]

[Chicago. Not New Orleans, but about as close as you could get to it this side of the Mississippi. It had its own kind of casual charm, a taste of the blues, and just enough soul to be worth talking about.

And, best of all, he could walk into any place in it and not get dirty looks. More than he could say about most towns in the US- the ones he was still allowed to walk into.

He gave Irma a polite little salute.] If it ain't, I got a bone to pick with someone. How's tricks? [He clicked his tongue once.] Hold that thought. [He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and moved over, waiting until Liam addressed him. Funny how old dogs didn't feel the need to actually wait for the usual chit-chat bullshit.]

They oughta commit you to sainthood for that. Dieting's gotta count as torture. [He slid into the booth on the opposite side.]