04-23-2025, 12:59 PM
Hayden chuckled as he started making a sandwich. "Was there any doubt?" He was a bartender, and an entertainer. But mostly he was a people person. "My Nanny used to make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I was a kid. Never had one before. She grew up in America where it was a staple in her house. I don't have the stuff for it but I know a friend who probably does, though I guarantee it's probably homemade jelly and natural and organic peanut butter, so maybe not classic."
Hayden notice the amount of times Nox came up in his head and how much he'd dug his one handed claws into his phsye and truly wondered if he could go a day without him bumping his head against the thought of the man. "Those are the stories I like to hear. There is way too much shit in this world, we need more good things. Did you go?" He asked.
Hayden made a pitcher of his speciality drink and joined Anita on the otherside of the counter where the only seats with a table were. The bar was the only thing worth eating at so he'd ditched the broken table that used to reside in what was the dining area.
Two sandwiches his mother would make him as a kid -- sliced ham, a few different slices of cheese, today was cheddar and munster, tomato and some basil toasted with butter on the griddle. He probably should have asked for allergies but he forgot. And he hoped she would have stopped him if she were allergic to anything. He sat down next to Anita, probalby a bit too close for someone who he'd just met, but it was all part of the flirting. And his bed wasn't too far away if it went that direction. And he was pretty sure it would go that way. He was receiving all the signs.
Hayden notice the amount of times Nox came up in his head and how much he'd dug his one handed claws into his phsye and truly wondered if he could go a day without him bumping his head against the thought of the man. "Those are the stories I like to hear. There is way too much shit in this world, we need more good things. Did you go?" He asked.
Hayden made a pitcher of his speciality drink and joined Anita on the otherside of the counter where the only seats with a table were. The bar was the only thing worth eating at so he'd ditched the broken table that used to reside in what was the dining area.
Two sandwiches his mother would make him as a kid -- sliced ham, a few different slices of cheese, today was cheddar and munster, tomato and some basil toasted with butter on the griddle. He probably should have asked for allergies but he forgot. And he hoped she would have stopped him if she were allergic to anything. He sat down next to Anita, probalby a bit too close for someone who he'd just met, but it was all part of the flirting. And his bed wasn't too far away if it went that direction. And he was pretty sure it would go that way. He was receiving all the signs.