Stoppin' in for a bite (open!)

[harley]

Halley Gregor

Outfit (click)

Walking into the diner, black flip-flops slapping against her heels with a small "pop" with each step, grey camisole covered with a green sweatshirt, along with a pair of blue shorts, the brand logo for Ambercombie and Fitch plastered in every two square inches, a moose buck. Her whole attire had come from a shoot she had done a few months before moving to Europe for the last six months of her career, a mere ten months after that retiring from the up-beat life at the age of eighteen, and then moving to the small valley. Driving all the way from Kansas with her dog, she had paid almost half of her savings for someone to drive Joey, her beloved horse, down to the valley, the youngster drove in her brand-new pink VW bug, black pug curled up on the passanger's seat with the seat heater on, the black roof of the bug up, trying to keep her precious puppy from getting sick.

Pulling into the parking lot, she vowed to stay only fifteen or so minutes, and had rolled down the windows just enough to keep the car cool, but not far enough to where either the puppy could jump out, or someone could reach in and take her precious Lucy. She sat down in an open booth, mot people were back to work after their lunch breaks, so there were only a few people there, mostly kids and the elderly. Ordering a Diet Coke and a side of French Fries, both of which came rather quickly. She ate the fries plain, no ketchup, and the Diet soda was sipped at slowly. She had just relized she was in the town she was supposed to be, and was scrolling through her contacts to call her dad. Pressing 'send' on the touch-screen phone, a gruff voice on the other line picked up, the girl almost bursting into tears."Dad! Dad! It's me, Halley. I'm just calling to let you know I got here fine, please call me back!" She hung up, almost throwing the phone onto the table. The vioce on the other line was her sick father, who was supposed to just get out of the hospital today, and he hadn't caller her yet.

As she was eating her second fry, her phone rang, music blasting out of the speakers. "Dad! Oh thank God! You scared me! Well, I hope your doing better. I'm at a diner right now in the valley, everything went fine. I already have the apartment all set up, James dropped off all the furniture for me, bless his soul. He said he would help me put everything where I wanted it." She listened to the person on the other line, laughing softly at times, sometimes just listening silently."Good to hear you had fun with the nurses Dad, you should be getting some rest though. Call me when you wake up." With that, she said a final, "love you too," before flipping the phone closed, picking up a French Fry right there, finally giving up with the no ketchup thing and squirted some on the side of the wax-paper covered plastic basket.

[S.LiNGSH0T]

Colt slowly drug himself into the diner. A hangover rang in his ears and his drooped eyes gazed around and found the usual booth he sat at. He slid slowly to the table and rested his elbows on the top and cradled his now scruffy face with a solid hand.

His dirty old straw hat rested upon his dark head. Tipped enough to hide the sun from his sore eyes but stable to where he could see where he was going without squinting too hard. The older waitress brought him a sweet tea, she knew this routine all too well. He nodded a silent 'thank you' and sipped long on the cold tea. His teeth were shocked by the cold drink but slowly got used to the feeling. When he finally sat the half empty glass down, he found a menu that was sitting before him.

He turned to the side to see a rather attractive blonde. She must be new in her rich-girl get-up. But, looking at her made him look over himself - worn out cinch jeans, his trusty ol' boots, a tshirt and his ancient cowboy hat. He tapped his fingers across the table top as he gazed through the menu trying to mix up the perfect cuncoction to get shed of this wonderful post-party-syndrome.

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