The Bottom of the Cup looked like home. Not that Xander ever called New Orleans home but it was American by every scope of the word. He'd been to American diners here in Moscow and everyone one of them threw it over the top, but this one looked like home. Inside he expected to see it the same, maybe a little over done to accommodate the things people saw on the idiot box. What they thought was true was rather humorous in and of itself.
Xander walked in and saw the place was hopping. It didn't feel like home. But then New Orleans never was, but it was familiar. There were so many people the aura's almost mixed and mingled and gave Xander a headache. Tobias ran his fingers through his hair while he waited tossling the mop even more. The multitude of auras lended to the faked hangover Tobias has. It was not early, he'd just gotten out of bed from a late shift at some stocking job that paid cash. The wad of cash was in his pocket.
Xander shuffled over to an unoccupied table near a girl in the corner. Her aura was different. He couldn't put a finger on the reason for it. She was a mix of colors, everything shuffling and shifting and it didn't even look like it was hers. Xander sat down facing her instead of with his back to the corner as he'd have preferred. His waitress stopped by and Xander barely looked up at her he ordered a coffee and some water while he looked at the menu. He didn't mean to stare, but there was something about her. And he wanted to figure it out. And Tobias was lacking tact. What better way to get her to say something to him.
The girl came back with his coffee and water, "What can I get you?"
Not forgetting Tobias' dutchman accent he smiled up at her. "I'll take a large bowl of whatever gumbo is freshest, easy on the rice, and beignets for desert, heavy on the powdered sugar. And more coffee. A pot might be nice."
Xander sipped at his hot coffee he'd loaded with sugar and added some cream. He studied the girl from over the rim of his coffee cup.
Xander walked in and saw the place was hopping. It didn't feel like home. But then New Orleans never was, but it was familiar. There were so many people the aura's almost mixed and mingled and gave Xander a headache. Tobias ran his fingers through his hair while he waited tossling the mop even more. The multitude of auras lended to the faked hangover Tobias has. It was not early, he'd just gotten out of bed from a late shift at some stocking job that paid cash. The wad of cash was in his pocket.
Xander shuffled over to an unoccupied table near a girl in the corner. Her aura was different. He couldn't put a finger on the reason for it. She was a mix of colors, everything shuffling and shifting and it didn't even look like it was hers. Xander sat down facing her instead of with his back to the corner as he'd have preferred. His waitress stopped by and Xander barely looked up at her he ordered a coffee and some water while he looked at the menu. He didn't mean to stare, but there was something about her. And he wanted to figure it out. And Tobias was lacking tact. What better way to get her to say something to him.
The girl came back with his coffee and water, "What can I get you?"
Not forgetting Tobias' dutchman accent he smiled up at her. "I'll take a large bowl of whatever gumbo is freshest, easy on the rice, and beignets for desert, heavy on the powdered sugar. And more coffee. A pot might be nice."
Xander sipped at his hot coffee he'd loaded with sugar and added some cream. He studied the girl from over the rim of his coffee cup.