Window Table

[Prince]

Watch New York go by as you grab a bite to eat!

[matches]

Les woke up early that morning. He figured a nice early breakfast at Tibbys was just the thing. Everyone is the house was still asleep, Les tried his hardest to be as quiet as he could. He threw on his shirt and pants. Next came the socks and shoes, and to finish off his outfit, his hat and his wooden sword. He grabbed his money out of his secret hiding place and out the door he went.

He walked down the steps of his apartment building and out into the street. People were moving all over as well as wagons going up and down the street delivering all sort of of thing, like milk and eggs. Les walked down the street towards Tibbys.

No sooner had he left the house, he arrived at Tibbys. He sat at the window table so he could watch the action going on outside. The waitress came over and he ordered a bagel and scrambled eggs with some orange juice to drink. He sat in his chair keeping a steady eye on the world moving outside.

[matches]

Les looks over at the new person sitting near him and smiled
"I got orange juice too!" He laughed "did you get Eggs and a bagel too?"

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[Racetrack Higgins]

Racetrack walked into Tibby's, thrilled that he had made enough at the tracks to have a real breakfast for once. Spotting a small familiar hat he grinned to himself, walking over to the boy's table and helping himself to a seat across from him. "Heya kid, how's it goin'?"

[matches]

Les was surprised at the familiar but unexpected voice. "Hey Race hows it rollin'?"

[Racetrack Higgins]

"Not too bad." Race enjoyed the company of the smaller Jacobs boy.. to be honest more than the elder. "Wheah's ya brotha? Ya heah by yaself?" He ordered some coffee and pancakes, nearly drooling in anticipation.

[matches]

Les nodded eating the strip of bacon that came with his eggs. "Yeah...I'm big enough to be by my lonesome"

[polly]

Polly made her way into Tibby's, pausing to admire some of the meals eaten by those surrounding her. A coffee was only two cents, she remembered, and paced toward a small two-person table. She always felt bad taking a table meant for more people than just her - she always worried that it would put other people out of a seat. Luckily it hadn't happened yet.

She flattened down her skirt. Polly had only gone to school as a young child, and at fifteen her career as a newsie had allowed her to be skinny enough to wear a skirt purchased for her eleven year-old schoolgirl self. Thankfully, she noted, the skirt had been too long for her as a child, and remained a somewhat respectable length at her current hight, as long as she wore her stained white tights with it.

A waiter passed by and she ordered a coffee. "That's two cents," the waiter told her. She wanted to reply, "I know," but held it in. After all, what had he ever done to her? Testing herself, Polly looked up at the price list. Sneakily covering the right side of the sign she searched through the list for the word coffee. Picking out a word that looked right she removed her hand and checked to see if what she had picked cost two cents, proving that she had indeed read the sign correctly.

She smiled proudly and waited for her coffee.

[johnmarks]

John walked into Tibby's dressed in long black slacks, a button down whit dress shirt and a long white coat. Around his neck was an odd looking instrument, called a stethoscope. In his hand he carried a black bag.

He sat at the only free table that was opened, though it was intended for more people to sit at, but he needed food. He looked around and found a menu haning on the wall. The watior came over and ordered his food. He sat there waiting for his food, he waitor soon brough out his coffee. He looked around, being the new guy in town wasnt easy.

[sneaks]

<<new day>>

Sneaks walked over and sat at the Window table, pulling out the chair for Lucky to sit down when she did. "Get whatever ya want."

[Lucky Volpecillia]

She sat down at looked at the menu. She sometimes wondered if there was a gateway to a lepper colony in her stomach and her unsatiable appatite was the only source of food they had. She really had no idea where all this food went. She wrinkled her nose, decisions, decisions. "The grilled cheese looks good, I haven't had one of those in awhile..."

[sneaks]

Sneaks chuckled and picked out a big steak. "...whatever you wish for." He winked. He ordered his normal bottle of high end scotch. "..A lush, I am."

[Lucky Volpecillia]

She smirked back at him when he ordered the Scotch. "You better be sharin' that. You said before, I am daddy's little girl." She prefered a good whiskey most days, but that was neither here nor there. She loved a stiff drink now and then, especially when the company was good.

[sneaks]

Sneaks laughed and poured her a large glassful, pushing it towards her. "Haa...so your father enjoyed a drink like all good gamblers..." He nodded and threw back a couple shots, rolling the liquid over his tongue. It was a good year, smooth and smokey.