Waffle House, Tuesday Morning

[deathsmajesty]

"Why won't they just leave?" Liliana demanded of the alien beside her as they hunkered down in a booth, trying to subtly keep an eye on the TV-headed creeps milling about outside the restaurant. They seemed loathe to actually come into the restaurant, quite likely due to the staff's absolute unwillingness to tolerate nonsense, but they weren't leaving, either. Just standing there, holding up various reward offers towards the glass like that might entice either person to come out.

Of all the places Liliana had intended to visit today, this Waffle Hut wasn't one of them, and of all the people she intended to see, Stark was most definitely not one, either. But they'd both ended up getting menaced by an ever-growing crowd of TV heads and had ducked into the one place that had offered sanctuary and, well...now here they were. Sharing a sticky booth, getting stared at by the crowd outside and utterly ignored by the staff within.

[For said glowy alien, please]

Comments

[deathsmajesty]

Yeah. Liliana didn't like that, he could see it in the way her nose wrinkled and her mouth twisted. "As a thing," she agreed. "Not a person. Of course."

[stykera]

"I haven't had to live like that for a long time," Stark said. "But it doesn't go away."

[deathsmajesty]

"No," Liliana agreed, her expression going inward for a moment. "It never really does."

Three guesses no prizes where her mind had gone back to.