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Post by Shannon Feilding on May 28, 2010 14:46:00 GMT -5
Shannon had found a job at a nice restaurant, as a waitress. Which had amused her a bit. It was as if she was seventeen again, and just trying to get pocket money, but not this time. She was moving among the tables, finally alone, after two weeks of training. She had a smile that was quiet, and just say "Hi!"
After she'd moved into her new apartment, with her three cats she'd found out she could live with out Jethro around. She was unsure how, but it was true. She'd been surviving. And actually enjoying herself a bit.
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Post by 'Captain' Jack Harkness on May 29, 2010 22:21:02 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing Jack hadn't felt like cooking at all tonight, so, naturally, he'd gone out for dinner, all on his own. Unlike many, he was unnerved by going to a restaurant alone. He saw it as an opportunity to meet new people, perhaps a new lover. He was always hopeful.
He'd been guided to his seat and flipped through the menu, though he wasn't really sure what he wanted. He'd already decided on just water to drink, of course, but as for food... Well, it was toss up between a couple things. He decided he'd asked the waitress when she came over. Or waiter, actually. It might be a waiter. He glanced around for a moment to check, noticing only female employees. Definitely a waitress. Not that he had a preference.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on May 31, 2010 18:25:18 GMT -5
Shannon saw someone, in her area and smiled, as she walked over. "Welcome, What can i get for you sir? Water? Beer?" she asked, still smiling. She liked it here. Her boss was polite, and seemed to understand her plight. Might have something to do with her also being a jilted woman, but Shannon didn't really care.
She brushed her hair back as she pulled out her pad to write anything down. Here at work she could forget everything. Well that and at her apartment, but for right now, she was just focused on work.
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Post by 'Captain' Jack Harkness on May 31, 2010 19:09:16 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing He grinned as she came over, noting no ring and deeming it safe to add a little flirting into the mix. Not that a ring would have necessarily stopped him, but he did try not to if they were married or engaged. He'd learned that particular lesson the hard way. It had been in harmless fun, but the fiancee hadn't thought it was all that fun. He'd gotten a broken rib and a bruised ego out of the confrontation. Not fun. He gave her a quick wink, though the friendly smile on his face let her know if she wasn't okay with it, he'd stop. He didn't like scaring anyone away.
Just water, please. And an opinion, if you don't mind.
He tapped two of the menu items, silently asking which she'd choose. One was rather traditional; A bacon cheeseburger with fries. The other was good old barbecued ribs with honey garlic sauce.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 1, 2010 13:24:46 GMT -5
Shannon watched him for a moment. Cute. She smiled. "Water..." she wrote it down. Then looked at the menu. "Barbecueith honey garlic sauce. Our cook makes the best." she said writing it down.
She'd just ignored the wink.
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Post by Abigail Sciuto on Jun 1, 2010 15:48:36 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing Not saying no was probably not the wisest idea on her part. Ignoring, to him, was equal to a challenge to get her to reply. He leaned his chin on interlaced fingers, elbows resting on the table, as he stared after him, smile on his face.
Sounds great. Too bad you're working, or I'd make it two.
Oh, yes, he was quite possibly asking for her to come back and slap him. But, slapping him would be a reaction. Reactions were what he lived for when it came to those who would just ignore him. Even if it was a fake one, just playing along, he was happy. Though, of course, if she questioned him on if he was actually asking him out or just saying that to get a rise out of her, he would definitely opt for the former. "Shy" was not a word anyone could ever use to describe him.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 1, 2010 17:40:55 GMT -5
Shannon realized a bit to late that she'd just made herself a prize. NOT something she wanted, especially not now. She wanted to slap him for his words, but she wasn't the kind of women to do that. Just take the hit. Like always. That thought annoyed her and she quickly came with a comeback. "Maybe for you it's sad, but for me it's a party." she said, before moving off to get his water. Oh just MAKE yourself a target Shannon! Remember when you were seventeen? Men haven't changed since then.
She came back with the water and put it down, along with a straw.
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Post by Abigail Sciuto on Jun 1, 2010 18:24:20 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing His face cracked into a grin. Just what he'd wanted. She may think of it as brushing him off with a retort of her own, but this was what he lived for when he wasn't hunting down criminals and searching for Gray. He chuckled softly under his breath. Today was going to be a good day. Then, she came back with his water and his grin faded into a small smile. He didn't know if she understood French, but he figured it provided the perfect opportunity for him to flatter her, whether she understood or not, though he made sure to put his thanks for the water in English, just in case.
Tu es très belle, mademoiselle. And thank you.
He swirled the straw in the water, watching the ice cubes for a moment before stopping. A habit, but not an unhealthy one at all. He glanced over at her again out of the corner of his eye, though he didn't bother trying to hide it. Then, he completely turned his attention away and took a sip of the water. He was not your completely average man. Although he lived to flirt, he could just as easily turn away from it, if only as a way confusing someone. Almost as if distracted, though he was still paying complete attention, he tapped his foot to the beat of the music; A song he knew well. He hummed a few notes to get the tune before picking up a quiet rendition.
Sometimes, you picture me. I'm walking too far ahead. You're calling to me, I can't hear what you have said.
[/i] It was, of course, one of those songs he loved, though those particular lines struck home rather hard. He forced himself to simply sing along, not think of what the lyrics actually said. Focus on the present, not the past. He glanced down, noticing he'd been stirring the ice cubes again. [/size][/blockquote][/center]
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 1, 2010 18:48:22 GMT -5
Shannon frowned. She'd understood a little of the french. She'd taken french in high school. Belle... Beautiful. Right. She managed to stop herself from backing away quickly. This was pretty damn confusing. "Your welcome." she said for now, just not answering his compliment.
She saw that her other tables needed waiting, and moved off to do so, listening to the song, and keeping a smile plastered on her face. As long as she looked happy people left her alone. It was about 45 minutes later that she came back with his ribs, and set them down. "Do you need anything?" she asked quietly, still very unsurtain as to what was going on.
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Post by Abigail Sciuto on Jun 1, 2010 19:17:46 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing He'd noted her confusion, offered her a reassuring smile. He doubted it was all due to the French. He knew better than to go too far, it would only scare her away. It was just what he did. Flirting was second nature to him, though she seemed to get unnerved now. Perhaps a recent breakup. He backed off by the time she returned.
People need very little. It's what they want you have to watch out for.
He commented, moving his water to the side a bit more before he glanced up and smiled at her, clearly resigned to being a regular customer if that was what she wanted. All anyone ever had to do was say no, whether through actions or words.
But I'm fine.
He let his gaze linger, a chance to silently let her know he wasn't being bipolar, simply respecting her enough to stop his games for now.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 1, 2010 19:26:59 GMT -5
Shannon was actually calmed a bit by his smile. "Right..." Oh did she know THAT one. She hated it when things reminded her of her not distant past. After a moment she sighed. "If you need or want anything just let me know."
She managed to stop herself from telling him her name, and when she got off work. At forty eight she didn't want to be a 'cougar', and though she was overly confused by the brunnet she did find him attractive...
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Post by Abigail Sciuto on Jun 1, 2010 19:40:56 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing He had to physically stop himself by, unnoitcably, biting the tip of his tongue in order to prevent him blurting out one of his regular comments. This particular time, it would have been something along the lines of "I wouldn't mind getting your number". Or perhaps "name". Something like that. But, he forced himself to stay quiet, flashed her another grin, not entirely innocent, then set about his ribs.
They were, as she had suggested, delicious. Perhaps some of the best ribs he'd had since his grandfather had passed, taking the old family recipe with him to his grave. He washed the last bite down with a gulp of water, putting the still-half-full cup aside and stretching his arms out behind him. He glanced at his watch. Not bad timing. Still loads of time to go home and... what? Think, probably. Potentially keep himself up all night in doing so, not that it was uncommon. He sighed, knowing he'd be better off finishing the night by going to the movies or something so that when he got home he could collapse on his bed, turn off the lights, and get some shut eye. But, then again, he never did. No, he'd spend another night staring at his laptop screen, checking records country-wide for a sign of his brother. Any sign, bad or good.
He decided not to bother waiting for the cheque. A fifty should cover it, easily. He placed the bill under the plate, with a small sticky note attached.
'Keep the Change Jack Harkness (202) 664- 1178'
He figured she could always throw the paper out and forget about him if she wanted. He wouldn't be hurt. Some had in the past. Most just wished they had.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 1, 2010 19:48:53 GMT -5
Shannon watched him leave, and went to his table to clean up. Fifty bucks... Wow. She took it, and the paper, suddenly planning on calling him after she got off work. Which would be in about an hour. She went back and did the change.
-HOUR LATER-
She helped close down, and as she slid into her car she dialed Jack Harkness's number.
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Post by Abigail Sciuto on Jun 1, 2010 19:55:50 GMT -5
'CAPTAIN' JACK HARKNESScause this has been building since i have been breathing He had been, as expected, futilely searching for a sign of his lost brother. The ring of the phone snapped him back to reality and he rubbed his eyes, snatching up the phone, too distracted to make up some snazzy way of answering as he tried to do on a regular basis. Instead, it was a simple, one word conversation starter that left him sounding somewhat frustrated, but generally monotone otherwise.
Hello?
He had, for the moment, completely forgotten he'd given his number to her, thinking for a moment it must be a call from the office. Abby, or Ducky perhaps. Maybe even one of his agents. Who knew? He hadn't checked the call display. He probably should have.
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Post by Shannon Feilding on Jun 2, 2010 11:17:59 GMT -5
Shannon frowned, as she heard the word. Frustrated. Interesting. "It's the waitress... Shannon. I"m calling to say i'm sorry. I was put off balance... And you left your number on the table." She said, with out sounding to stupid.
"What's wrong?" That had come out before she could stop herself. She'd always been kind hearted after all.
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