Service with a Smile?

[morg]

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It was a good thing that Morgan was fairly well known around Cairo. The residents didn't think twice about the teenage girl suddenly showing up and living with her brother and sister-in-law. Most of them were quite pleased to see her, and they all remembered how well she'd done at various sporting events.

Morgan used this, and her gift, to her advantage, approaching the owner of Mack's diner during a slow point. It had taken a bit of fast talking, but eventually Morgan convinced Betsy to hire her on as a waitress.

Now Morgan Cavan had an apron thrown jeans and a black t-shirt, her curls pulled back into a sensible bun. A pad of paper balanced in her hand as she took an order, then headed back, shouting the appropriate slang, which she'd memorized in one day.

Honestly, she didn't need the pad either, but figured she might as well use it, if only for show.

Morgan had just gone in back to get a couple of plates of food, balancing them on her arms, when she heard someone come in. Plastering another smile on her face, Morgan turned to greet the person...

[Leogare Lasteulf]

As much as Leo liked a free pad, he found it didn't suit him to stay at a house with little brats. Being that he was Rae's new...'pet project' as it were, she'd found a place for him for a little bit. Leo didn't intend to live on her purse forever though, that put him in debt to her, and a man like Leo loved his freedom.

With a roar the bike pulled up outside the rather unassuming diner. And he hoped off and walked through the door, removing his helmet and replacing it with a pair of shades from his pocket. He looked around the place, country diner, typical. Oh well, at the very least he could grab himself something to eat here, and maybe flirt with a girl or two with his amazing charm and 'city boy' attitude.

He grinned at that thought and found himself looking at a girl he recognized. Wasn't sure from where, but Leo wasn't stupid. If he knew her, and she was here, she was clearly connected to the Academy, or rather, those who ran from it. That much was obvious.

"Yo." He shot a greeting at her. "Nice duds." He added with a grin, glancing at the apron and that rather modest waitress outfit. Whatever happened to hot waitress outfits?

[morg]

Unfortunately for Leo, his current target for flirtation happened to be the girl with the perfect memory. Not only did she remember her old dorm buddy, but Morgan also recalled everything that had ever been said about Leo in her presence. Most of it wasn't good, either.

"Shut up, Leo," drawled Morgan, rolling her eyes. Several of her coworkers had already pegged him as a guy Morgan knew. which really didn't limit the field any. After all, the girl was a huge jock, and most of the town knew about the glut of people at the Cavan's residence.

Morgan served the table whose orders she'd been carrying. They all thanked her for it, a couple suggesting just what she could do with that prettified city boy. One winked at Morgan, which just caused the girl to roll her eyes. She didn't know where Jon was, or how that relationship was working now. that didn't mean she was going to spring toward one of the only guys available.

Rounding on Leo, Morgan thrust her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes dangerously. "Did you come here to eat? Or just to be annoying?" she demanded. Morgan had thought she'd made it perfectly clear to her fellow outcasts that she didn't want any of them annoying her at work. Just because she'd been one of the few to get a job quickly didn't mean they had to be annoying about it.

"If you want to eat, take a seat," she ordered, nodding toward an empty table.

[Leogare Lasteulf]

"What?" Leo asked a little surprised, lower the shades along the bridge of his nose to get a better look at her. She looked familiar, oddly enough, but he'd remember if he met a girl this cute and didn't flirt with her.

"Have we met?" Leo asked, slightly taken aback by Morgan's attitude. "I don't recall ever meeting you, so why so hostile? I'm just a man come in for some good old fashioned food, is that a crime?"

Food for the stomach, or food for the eyes? He'd leave that to the philosophers.

Leo plopped down in one of the booths and looked up at Morgan, tucking his shades into his chest pocket so he could keep his eyes on her easily.

"So, you know me but I don't know you. Well that is decidedly unfair, am I already at a disadvantage here? Oh and, for some reason, you hate my guts? Which tells me you've been getting gossip from...let's see...who doesn't like me? There's Kirien trying to kill me...and then there is that psycho Jessica...hmmmm, anyone else? Well maybe that fruit, but I doubt that..."

Leo wasn't exactly keeping his voice down, so it might be interesting conversation for the people around them, damned if he knew.

"So yeah, fill me in, has my reputation, or the perversion there of, just preceded me? Or are you this openly hostile to every man?"

He wanted to add in 'Then maybe you should go see Rae'. But thought better of it.

Maybe he should try to not cause trouble today.

[morg]

"I've heard of you," drawled Morgan, leaving it at that. You'd think Leo would have recognized her by now. Sure, she had the dorky waitress uniform on instead of her usual jeans and tee. But still, there were only like twelve people who were bumming around Cairo.

"Besides, you're the crispy guy," Morgan pointed out. She moved over to his seat, whipping out her little pad and studying Leo over it. "So yeah, your reputation as a sleazebag, misogynist, scuzball has proceeded you. Don't worry though, I'll hold it as much against you as necessary."

Morgan hummed cheerfully to herself as she quickly darted her pen across the surface of the pad. Then, she walked over to a stand, pulling a menu out. This was slid in front of Leo in a semi-friendly manner, then Morgan forced a horrible smile at him.

"What would you like to drink?"

[Leogare Lasteulf]

Ah so she was one, that made sense. And he had a title now? The crispy one? He leaned on his hands as if waiting for a dealer to pass him another card, and smirked as the menu slided on the table.

"Now I'm not the most fluent with all of that." Leo admitted. "But I know those are all deeply insulting words for a conceited, womanizing sleaze bag. Now let me ask YOU something sweetheart. Do you think someone like that, who, according to you, treats women like crap, would get along as well as I do with Eve? You know her yes? Oh and Rae of course, to who I am more connected then I'd have imagined. I'd imagine, if I was the way you paint me to be, that I'd have been a lot worse off then being Mr. Crispy. So come on, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth to have a pretty girl angry at me unless they are a red haired psycopath with an axe, I can deal with her not liking me. What do you want from me to get rid of the attitude?"

At her blunt question he sighed and shrugged. "Water please, that sugar crap slows ya down."

She looked...familiar. Sure he'd seen her in passing, but something more then that. She looked like someone he knew, now who was that?

[morg]

The waitress in Morgan activated, moving to quickly fetch Leo's order. For the most part, she just ignored his babble about how good he really was. People lied about themselves all the time, after all. Besides, Leo looked like the kind of guy who oogled girls whenever they weren't looking, and Morgan was pretty sure she'd seen him near the underwear on laundry days.

She slid the water in front of him, then gave him a look that would make most men lose their bowels.

"So you impressed the lesbians, big deal,' drawled Morgan. She propped her elbows and locked eyes with him. "All that takes is a good fight, and I'm sure you're good in one. For me, you're going to have to be nice consistently. Doing stuff for the kiddos and all that jazz."

She then bustled about to get a few orders completed. When she got a break though, she went ahead and plunked down next to Leo.

"Why the hell are you with us anyway?"

[Leogare Lasteulf]

"A regular bleeding heart aincha?" He responded at her comment about being nice to kids. "Now can't say I'm particularly fond o' kids, but that don't mean I hate em, I just don't like crying brats. You can't tell me you do?"

Morgan sat herself down at the table, and Leo couldn't help but grin. That was one wall out of the way, now to keep it up, and he had just the story. He moved over to allow her room.

"I'm not really all too sure...I came here with..what's his name....Keith...Kyle? Something like that, he had another blond with him too. Anyway, see I kind of..."

He glanced around, this story wouldn't be easily explained to the normals, so he kept his voice low and leaned in.

"See." He spoke in little more then a whisper. "This Nia chick said something about not allowing a rescue of the little brats. Didn't sit well with some people, that guy I mentioned earlier, what the hell was his name? Anyway he started causing a ruckus, and this weird guy with red hair that looks like they pulled em out of the middle ages started making all sort of threats on her. I was hanging with Eve, and she was pretty pissed too. She went ta help, so I backed her up."

He glanced around, smirking. "Dunno what happened, but they knocked K-boy out somehow, and then that Nia chick, or little Ms Sunshine, starts glowing and stuff. I can see it's a bad idea, so I zipped on up there and...uh...distracted her. Problem with that is...well you heard about the charbroiled guy? Yeah, this guy right here." He said thumping his chest.

"Rae helped me out, and then vanished without explaining a damn thing. So I'm 'with ya' until I figure out somethin better ta do. That all good on ya?" He asked, taking a sip of his water and glancing over at the athlete beside him, jeez she was a defensive personality.

That just made it all the more fun though.