Summary:RR & RR (Rachel Roth & Robbie Reyes) meet in a nice Ma and Pa eaterie and end up taking a liking to one another, discussing the finer topics of art and foodstuffs. Raven orders a LOT of food. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Queens was just one of those hubs of New York City where someone could always find anything on the more PG side of the ratings spectrum. Many eateries are available on either side of the street and of course, more than a few street artists perform their crafts, sell their artwork, or sing to the masses that pass by with only a few actually stopping to drop off some cash to them.
Robbie Reyes is one of them.
The song was 'Somewhere Across the Sea' and it was sang in a good enough way that even caused Robbie to stop. But, the Hellhunter is currently on his patrol, wearing his trademark jacket with the white hood attached, driving gloves, gray jeans, and some black shoes. He's looking for the scum of the earth, but in this part of the city? he might not find it.
But who knows who he'll run into in a place like this? He does notice a nice little Ma and Pa eaterie that he could stop in.
It's another warm, muggy night in Queens, and Rachel is walking the streets alone, her hands stuffed in the pockets of the lightweight black hoodie she tends to wear — the hood's worn back to leave her dark, dark hair free to get swirled and blown by the occasional breezes that gust through. Tonight, she's on one of her usual walkabouts, just wandering, not exactly looking for anything in particular, but leaving her mind open to inspiration of any kind.
It's probably only minutes after Robbie makes himself comfortable in the little greasy spoon that the door's tired old bell tinkles, announcing a new arrival. Rachel is pale, but it's kind of unnaturally so in this place, the harsh neons that light the eatery, casting the barest hint of blue to the alabaster of her skin. But, the rest of her is dark. Black hair, black hoodie, black leggings, black high top sneaks…black. Except for her eyes, which are a lavender color. Not contacts, but most people assume they are and she doesn't correct them.
She slides up to the bar and settles on a stool, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully at the menu before placing her order. It's a big order. She's kinda…noticeably thin, too, so it might seem strange that she's ordering all this food. "…and, I'll have a large chocolate malt shake with loaded fries, extra ranch dressing on the side," she finishes, giving a humorless smile to the waitress. It's meant to be polite, but it might seem a little less than warm. She takes a moment, then, to do her favorite part — people watch. What's on the menu, tonight?
One of the people who probably will be noticed by Rachel is indeed Robbie, who (despite initial reluctance) decides that even Faux-Spirits of Vengeance need to eat - something - and this place had some awesome french fries. Entering on in, He starts to approach the bar and he takes his seat…surprisingly, next to Raven as he orders himself some french fries.
Typical.
But he didn't order anything other than that, aside from a sprite to help him drink. But then he falls into a relative silence after he thanks the waiter. "….having a good day?" might as well start the conversation somehow.
The waitress, who'd just taken a rather large order from the woman you're now sitting next to, turns to Robbie and smiles with relief as his order turns out to be a reasonable one. She casts a comically pointed look in the direction of Rachel, who's looking directly at her when she does so. The older woman has the decency to look embarrassed at being caught being rude, coughing and quickly scurrying off to put the new order in to the fry cook.
Rachel's lavender eyes dance with delight at the situation, though. There's a softness there, that hints at a smile, but isn't quite there. "So far, yes. I've just been inspired, and I call that a good day," she replies to his question, turning to look at Robbie. "How about you?"
Robbie doesn't seem to speak up for Rachel, considering that she clearly handles her own problem easily enough. Though he does turn to look at her as she answers and asks the same question in return of Reyes. "So far so good. Been a quiet day. Thought I might explore and have a nice meal." His eyes lock onto hers, though he doesn't question if she's wearing contacts or some other illusion of the eyes, or if thats just her natural eye color.
"Inspired? You an artist?" He asks of her, looking somewhat intrigued.
Rachel's gaze flits over Robbie's features as he looks her squarely in the face, noting his interestingly colored eyes, too. And…that facial hair. Oof. She keeps her thoughts to herself about that, but she does say, "Nice eyes." She looks around the place and nods her head, "I've never eaten here, before, and it's my goal to eat everywhere, eventually, in the city. That's a lot of places, though. So, I always order everything I'm even remotely interested in eating, so I will know what's worth eating if I ever come back."
With an inhale, she lifts and drops her shoulders in quick succession about four or five times. "I guess so. I like making art, I like looking at it, I like the idea of it. What makes an artist an artist, though? It's subjective, kinda like art, in general. Since I think of it and look for inspiration to make more of it, yeah. I'm an artist. But, like… I don't have a specific medium. Yet. I don't like feeling confined. KnowhatImean?" she answers. Her way of speaking is…unique. It's not flat and emotionless, but it's also not quite conventionally conversational. It's almost like she's in a dream or something, slightly detached, a little Luna Lovegood-y.
Robbie tilts his head a little bit at Rachel when she comments on his interesting case of his heterochromatic eyes, one being brown and the other being green. Uncommon, but at the same time unique, and he grins right back at her. "Look who's talking." He of course speaks of her lavender eyes. "You have nice eyes too. Prettier than mine, even." Though when she states its her goal to eat everywhere, he chuckles. "Lofty goal, but I think you could do it."
He listens to her as she speaks of art, yet doesn't have any kind of specific outlet to actually extend her creativity to. "Yeah, a little bit. I'm no artist, but I guess you could consider a love of cars to be a form of art. Designing them, painting them, fixing them…creating them. But…hey."
He realizes.
"I don't think I got your name." he gestures to himself. "Robbie Reyes."
Rachel smiles at the compliment. It's a nice smile and it makes her face look softer, more approachable. There's something a little 'off' about it, like maybe she's a little empty behind the eyes or they're a little too wide or unfocused as she does it, but by gum, it's a smile! "Thanks. In the age of circle lenses, unique eyes are a bit less noticed, so self five on that little victory," she says and does, indeed, give herself a self-five, clapping her hands without shame.
The waitress makes a reappearance, keeping her eyes cast away from Rachel as she begins unloading the meals that the strange goth-looking young woman has ordered: spaghetti with extra large meatballs (which Rachel begins immediately caking in powdered parmesan as she listens to Robbie speak), a double cheeseburger with all the fixings, a large bowl of beef stew with two dinner rolls, fried catfish and corn on the cob, and the loaded fries.
"Totally," she agrees. "I once saw an artist who painted a mural on a car for a private owner and it's only ever been viewed by, like, five or six people. It was purchased for $30 million dollars or something like that. Insane, right? Art can be almost anything, I figure," she says, currently making 'art' with the preparation and organization of her food. "Rachel Roth. Nice to meet you, Robbie. Lotta Rs going around, it seems."
Despite Rachel's apparent 'off'ness of the smile, she still has a beautiful smile. She should see Robbie's smile when he's doing his night-time activities as the Ghost Rider. But Robbie clearly has no idea how either lucky or already-liked-by-Raven he is to be able to get a solid smile from her! When she mentions self-high fives, Robbie gives himself a self-high five too, because he's part of the 'strange, yet cool' eyes club.
But then the meals arrive. and holy shit, Robbie is just grinning when he sees the plate after plate after plate being put in front of Rachel. With him getting a simple plat of fries.
He smiles at her knowledge of specific car murals. "Yeah, it was kinda crazy. Anything can be art, so long as it captures the creative talent and imagination of the person doing it." He smirks at her. "Rachel Roth." he repeats to memorize it. "Its nice to meet you, Rachel. I find it somewhat funny that we have the same initials, but hey, just my not-funny humor hard at work."
He starts to eat at his fries. "But no problems with Rs. Maybe its our lucky letter, hm?"
Rachel likes that Robbie just /goes with it/ when she calls for a self-five. She makes a mental note of it and moves along with the conversation. She's then made very busy by preparing and arranging her plates of food as they come. She looks at the food with something that's definitely /relish/. She's looking forward to eating this food and her expression shows it. She finally settles on the double cheeseburger, which has all the things on it. All of them. Grilled onions, sauteed mushrooms, tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, all. of. the. things. She takes a big bite, somehow managing to do so without completely smudging off her lipstick (color: Satan's Soul), and she chews with her mouth closed, very polite. She has rather puffed cheeks, though, and it's kinda cute, somewhat. She chews well until she's done and she nods her head in satisfaction, "This is a good burger." She sets it aside for the moment and moves on to sample something else.
"You're right. But, I mean…" she pauses, thoughtful and on a topic that really interests her, "…people can make art that's definitely art, even if they don't /feel/ anything amazing when they create it. Like, they just make it for money. It doesn't mean anything to them. But, other people feel great emotion when they look at it, they want to own it, it brings them joy. You know?" she says, absent-mindedly cleaning a finger with a napkin before she digs into the beef stew. "It's art, but…is it really? It is, but it's kinda…sad art. Orphaned. Only loved once it's adopted." This girl is kinda odd.
Robbie is very with the flow, especially when he's with actually good company. Raven is one of the few people he just kinda naturally clicks with, despite all signs pointing that they should NOT naturally click. He watches her just take this massive bite of her snack, and he's just smiling from ear to ear at her. He hasn't quite met a woman with - quite - the PSI jaw strength of Raven (meant to be a joke) but hey, in a way, it was really cute. Her puffy cheeks and her somehow unstained lipstick really completed the look.
"I can only imagine." he chuckles, noshing on some more of his fries.
"True. But I mena…is it art if someone takes a can from either soda or from a canned food and paints the can itself, calls it 'serenity' and puts it on display, is it art? What level of work makes it art? Its fun to think about." he chuckles. She was kinda weird, but so was Robbie. Except wait until Raven asks him about cars….woah nelley.
But, Robbie looks at Raven, and after a certain amount of time, they decide its a good idea to put in each other's contact information in their cellular devices, and Robbie even let Rachel personalize hers if she really wanted to, but it was a good night (hopefully) for the both of them all in all, and even though Robbie didn't find any scumbags to wreak some Vengeance on, he did meet someone new….someone who's very likely to make his life more of an adventure than it already is, and perhaps vice versa.