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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 26, 2009 12:44:22 GMT -5
( New Day )
Having finished selling early, Danny made his way across the bridge to his favorite place to eat. It wasn't that the food was amazing, but it was above merely edible, and for a very low price. The little bell above the door rang as he entered, squinting his eyes slightly as they adjusted from the bright streets outside to the comparatively dark interior of the restaurant. He didn't see the chirpy lass who normally waited on tables, nor anyone else other than one couple by the window. He much preferred the silence to the often boisterous crowds of newsboys who spent their afternoons here. Sticking his hands in his pockets he sauntered to the back booth, sliding onto a seat and flipping through the little menu absently. He already knew what he wanted, he always did, but he liked to take his time and enjoy being able to sit somewhere comfortable for as long as possible.
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Post by manhattan on Mar 26, 2009 15:00:28 GMT -5
Manhattan eased through the back door of Tibby's trying to go unnoticed, knowing she was late. Looking over her shoulder longingly at the outdoors she whistled jauntily. This kind of weather always took her mind far far away from where it was suppose to be. CRASH!
"Bloody shoot." Her head whipped around, mind back in the present. Bending down she quickly swept the broken glass under the counter. "Can't see it, it didnt happen..." She nodded to herself, smiling crookedly. "Means i couldn't possibly have done it." She stood up quickly. She knew the old couple at the window and they were too hoity toity to spare her a glance, she stuck out her tongue at them. Worth it. Manhattan picked up her apron and as she was putting it on, she froze. Her eyes going wide as she saw the gent in the back booth.
"Hello." she smiled guiltily and flushed.
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 26, 2009 21:38:39 GMT -5
Danny merely tipped his hat in response, an extremely amused expression on his face. He'd come in often enough to recognize the girl, but he seemed to learn more about her in the past minute than in all of their other interactions combined. It was in his nature to be more of an observer, and he briefly mused at the comedic plays that could be written if someone were to follow this lass for a mere day.
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Post by manhattan on Mar 26, 2009 22:07:47 GMT -5
Manhattan nodded back smiling in embarrassment and quickly turned away biting her cheek to keep from swearing. In the process she watched as in slow motion as her elbow hit the tray of salt shakers that had been left on the counter to be refilled and they went crashing down. She just stared down at them as she finished tying her apron around her.
"Doubly bloody shoot..." Manhattan shook her head and stepped over them. Looking behind her to make sure that Hugo didnt come out from the back, she made her way over to the gents table talking to herself all the way. "Now, that i can't brush under the counter. Behind the soda fountain possibly..." In her head she went over ways to avoid taking the blame for it.
As Manhattan came to the back table, her tablet already in her hand, pencil nowhere in sight, she was still red from embarrassment but had a genuinely crooked smile to give to him. "Welcome to Tibby's where the atmosphere is grand but the meals are bland i'm Manhattan the special today is the same as yesterday seeing as the cook has a very little brain and no eye for taste." She said all in one breath. "What can i get you?" The couple by the window sneered in disgust as that was her greeting for today.
"No sense of humor." she said under her breath and waved bright and cheerfully at them "I'll be right there with your bill" She sang out to them. "If it will get you to leave sooner..." Manhattan bit her lip and blushed again. "I said that out loud didna i?"
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 26, 2009 22:36:35 GMT -5
Danny chuckled at her comment about hiding the remains of the salt shakers, but laughed outright at her description of the restaurant. "You better watch it lass, I've seen people fired for less.." He glanced over at the glass on the ground and the sneering couple across the room, "A lot less." Tossing his menu down on the table he composed himself, turning his amused smile into a polite one. "I'll have a cup o' soup and some bread, please."
"No sense of humor." she said under her breath and waved bright and cheerfully at them "I'll be right there with your bill" She sang out to them. "If it will get you to leave sooner..." Manhattan bit her lip and blushed again. "I said that out loud didna i?"
He actually cringed at her comment, knowing it was loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear. Glancing up at her from under the brim of his hat and attempting to avoid the gaze of the other patrons, he nodded. "Aye, ya did."
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Post by manhattan on Mar 26, 2009 23:05:07 GMT -5
You better watch it lass, I've seen people fired for less.
Manhattan grinned crookedly at the gent her blush gone. "Never, not me. I'll leave from boredom before it gets that far." She shrugged putting her tablet into her apron without writing anything down. "Nevertheless i'm the best they've got, maybe ever had." Her grin turned down right brilliant.
Aye, ya did.
Manhattan cringed herself but held her head up high. "Meant to" She said winking at him. "Thanks though." She said simply and smiled softly at him. She was grateful to the kindness in his voice as he said that.
"Be right back." Manhattan said taking his menu. She walked back to the counter and hung the order onto the spin wheel hitting the bell before she brought the couple their check and a free piece of pie.
"You need to mind you tongue young lady around your betters."
"Aye, Sir" Manhattan agreed and smiled sunnily before turning away, mouthing to the gent "You see any betters here?"
"Order up!" Manhattan turned back to the couple and shot them one last cheery smile knowing they'd leave her a good tip simply because it was what they knew they had to do to keep up appearances, Pity for the poor folk and all.
Heading over to pick up the gents bowl of soup and bread she stopped by the unused spice rack and glanced over her shoulder at him. Eying him for a moment she picked 3 different bottles. Smelling the soup she made a face and took a pinch from one bottle, 3 sprigs from another bottle and finally dripped a bit of the last bottle into the soup. Grabbing some Parmesan cheese she stealthily sprinkled a light coat of it over the bread. Filling a glass of water she carried it all over to him with one hand.
"There ya go, soup and bread" Manhattan grinned crookedly and stood back. "Well it is now anyways."
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 29, 2009 23:29:40 GMT -5
Danny watched her intently as she altered his food, clear amusement in his eyes. When she brought it over he smiled gratefully and thanked her before tasting a spoonful, curious to see how she changed it. Though something burned in the back of his throat he didn't miss a beat, knowing she was observing him. "It's great." He nodded and smiled, moving casually on to the bread and reaching out for her arm to catch her before she left. "You got a name lass?"
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Post by manhattan on Mar 30, 2009 0:13:46 GMT -5
Manhattan cocked her head at him and smiled genuinely as he reached for the bread, even as he said it was good. "It's spicy now but give it a second." She grinned and took his hand away from the bread, drawing his attention away from the spice. The mixture starts out spicy but then the others jump in cooling it down and bring out the flavor without the burn.
You got a name lass?"
"Aye i do." she teased him. "Some days its 'hey you' Others its 'waitress'. Every now and den i get 'Beautiful'." She grinned crookedly charming. "And i suppose you got a name as well?"
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Post by Danny Hughes on Mar 31, 2009 15:12:52 GMT -5
Danny continued to smile politely, even as his mouth began to feel it was on fire. He never liked to offend, especially when it came to women, and he'd endured much worse than this to be sure. In the ring he was known for never appearing to be effected by injuries his opponents inflicted, always remaining cool, collected, and often times, slightly amused.
"You got a name lass?"
"Aye i do." she teased him. "Some days its 'hey you' Others its 'waitress'. Every now and den i get 'Beautiful'." She grinned crookedly charming. "And i suppose you got a name as well?"
Danny nodded with a grin as he broke off a piece of bread. "Aye, but most o' my names aren't considered proper to be said around ladies." Memories of voices shouting things like bastard, street rat, and piece of shit ran through his mind, causing his grin to broaden slightly as he looked up at her. "Name's Danny."
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Post by manhattan on Mar 31, 2009 15:46:47 GMT -5
Manhattan smirked "I can imagine. Mine's Manhattan but 'hattan's fine as is 'hey you'. " She winked at him. "You've been in heah befoah." She cocked her head as she began to recognize him. "Most of da time bloodied. Ring den?" She stood back taking him in. "victor most of da time i'd say." She loved the ring. It was one of the first jobs she had. She started out as a score keeper and they eventually put her in as the round counter. She was small and most shots thrown at her head went clear over it. They later took her out cuz she'd spend more time writing stories on the board than keeping track of the rounds.So she got bored and moved on. Though she wrote a lot of good stories on it. "evah know of a gent named Tommy da tank?"
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 1, 2009 23:34:26 GMT -5
[New Day]
Pallet wandered in the front door and looked around the room for a place to sit. In the back she spotted an empty booth. She made her way to the booth and sat down. She ordered herself some lunch, and then began to fiddle with her locket around her neck while she waited for her food...
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jun 2, 2009 0:37:51 GMT -5
The Artful Dodger hadn't come into Tibby's much since he left the borough but he decided to drop in on his way to see good Ol' Jack about the possibility of things having gone right to hell. He lifted a brow when he saw one of his girls at a table and he walked over.
"Pallet, love ya shouldn't be in Manhattan right now, it's not really safe.." Not with Manhattan herself vanished and a couple others. He was on one over it. Now.. well he didn't want to be the one to tell anyone who from his borough had gone missing so far. Perry Halliwell. And he had promised Lexi he'd find the lad.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 2, 2009 19:06:30 GMT -5
"Pallet, love ya shouldn't be in Manhattan right now, it's not really safe.."
Closing up her locket, Pallet looked up at the boy the voice belonged to. "Oh, Hello Dodger... Really? I was just stopping in for a bite to eat. Shamrock and Byron are out doing their own thing today, so I'm by myself for a while..." Pallet had heard talk about some trouble but never any details. Surely, no one would bother with someone like her, the young kids maybe but not someone her age... But, then she thought of how she looked younger than she was and then of Shamrock out by himself today, and became worried, biting on her bottom lip like she did when she was nervous or worried. Should she wait here and see if Byron stopped by for some reason and have him help her find Shamrock and take them home or should she go out herself? Pallet began to nervously fidget with her locket, as well as biting her lip...
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Jun 2, 2009 21:42:21 GMT -5
He shook his head, "You don't understand, girls are coming up missin'. I think you need to head home, love." He meant it, no matter how she seemed to be happy about her situation in life--- she needed to get back to the Bronx where it was safe.
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Post by Pallet O'Shea on Jun 3, 2009 11:19:42 GMT -5
"You don't understand, girls are coming up missin'. I think you need to head home, love."
Pallet gathered up her painting stuff and put a tip down on the table for the food she had eaten. "Alright Dodger. But, in case I don't see Shamrock before I get home, could you send him home too? He could be here in Manhattan, but he could also be somewhere else... He's out by himself today." Pallet got a little nervous as she took in the worried look on Dodger's face. If he was worried then it must be bad...
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