Log:Visiting Last Chance

Visiting Last Chance
"Didn't expect to see you till tomorrow at the soup kitchen."
Participants Aiden and Signe	2017.09.02 Signe stops by Last Chance for dinner and to visit with Aiden.
Location Last Chance
As late afternoon settles in, the diner in the Last Chance is surprisingly quiet. There is a waitress behind the long counter, currently cleaning glasses, and another gentleman settled into the booth at the end. A newspaper is set before him, folded in half, grasped in one hand. In his other is held a pen, carefully gripped as he ponders. Today, Aiden is dressed far more for work than pleasure. Multi pocketed, well worn brown pants rest just over heavy leather work boots. His shirt is a blue and tan flannel, long sleeve, that is distressed and clearly seen better days. Not worn, but resting next to him is a battered red, white and blue hat that holds the logo of a now defunct local motor racing team. Signe decided that cooking dinner at home was not on her list of things to do Adult wise. So she had walked down to Last Chance to stop in and see what was going on and get some dinner. She's dressed in jeans, her favorite black t-shirt and a long sleeved flannel that's rolled up at the sleeves. The inside of her arm sporting an array of stitches that are healing. She gives a smile to the waitress behind the counter and then looks down the way at the man in the booth, "Hiya Aiden." she gives the man a wave. When the bell over the door dings, Aiden's eyes lift up to focus on the woman who steps through. It draws a small smile to curl against the corners of his mouth, and with a nudge of his newspaper to the spot at his table across from him, she's invited on over. "Signe. Didn't expect to see you till tomorrow at the soup kitchen. Here to get something to eat? And," Down those eyes drift to her arm, one dark brow ticking upwards in a clear question. "You all right?" Signe gives the lady another smile and a dip of her head before turning to head down to where Aiden is sitting. She slides into the booth across from him, "I forgot to sit something out to thaw, so walked down here." she chuckles. "I'll still be about tomorrow though." she adds with a smile. Then she looks down to her arm, "Yeah, I'm alright. My cousin that died a few months ago had a massive dog and I've taken over as his caretaker. He was not very happy when space was invaded though." she muses. "It'll heal though. How're you doing?" she asks him as she looks to him. "Still having a few issues getting to know your new... friend, eh?" There is a faint quip of a smile at that, and Aiden settles back before his shoulders lift into a hapless shrug. "Well enough. I can't complain about anything. Business is good, and seems we have several new folks in town. Even have a few fix-it-up projects." A twinkle of mischief comes, seen in his eyes, and his paper is folded over and placed down. "Now. What can we get you to eat?" "Yeah, when I first got him he was a bear. He's mellowing out though. Took him to see some of Ker's friends today and his mood was much better. Which means my shoes won't be eaten when I return home." Signe tells him with a grin. She watches him as he listens and there's a nod, "Yeah, I noticed the influx of new faces. Not to mention the projects. It'll at least be good business going into the cooler months." she offers. "So what new fix-it-up projects do you have?" she asks. The question of food makes her chuckle, "I'd be happy with a BLT and fries to be honest." she answers. "Well, there is a 1950 Chevy Pickup that needs to get back in running shape. Found someone who agreed to put in a bit of work on it in exchange for a few things she wanted. Might make a stage out there, somewhere, for a musical act. Had a bit of interest. This and that, you know." Aiden's smile turns into a broader thing momentarily, his eyes dropping down briefly again to look at her arms. But it's the order that has his head tilting, looking over to the waitress who must have heard it: she's already working it up. "Sounds doable. You ever want to bring the boy out here, let him sniff around, more than welcome to do so." Signe grins as she listens to him about the pickup and there's a nod, "Sounds like some good ideas going on then." she admits. "Anything to keep people busy and productive." she adds with a smile. There's a smile as the waitress starts up the order and she gives her an appreciative look. Then back to Aiden, "Only if you're sure. He's the size of a small bear. Don't want him scaring the hell out of people." she chuckles. "So besides projects, anything else new going on?" she asks. "If anything, it would only help. I'm fairly certain people /expect/ to see a bear of a dog in a junkyard, Signe." A rather devious smile touches to the corners of his mouth, a glitter in that dark gaze as he leans back into his both. "Why, you sound as if you are concerned I'll get up to trouble if I don't have enough to keep me busy." In the background, the sizzle of the patty hitting the grill can be heard, helping to fill the diner with savory scents. "Not much more at the moment that I am aware of. How about you?" Signe finally connects the dots and her light eyes twinkle for a moment, "Well, he's probably the poster child for killer junk yard dog. So there you go." she tells him with a laugh. Then she raises her hands in mock defense, "Hey, I didn't think anything like that." she muses. "I just know if I get distracted and have nothing to do I end up getting more tattoos or bare knuckles boxing in back alleys." she teases. She shakes her head, "Just working, doing some hours at the tattoo shop, trying to pick up slack at the bar since everyone disappeared for some reason." she shrugs. "The usual." she adds. "I didn't know you had any places left to tattoo." Comes the innocent retort from Aiden, his own gaze going larger for a moment in that fake haplessness. His foot swings lightly beneath, just enough to give a nudge of his booted to to her foot before it draws back. "Quiet is good. For now. Something always happens sooner or later, and it sounds like you? Need to find a bit of fun for yourself with all that work going on. You looking for new folks at the bar, or they all just take a break at once." Break is a vague term, certainly, Aiden neither pushing or wishing to know whatever might be keeping them away. Signe gives a warm laugh, "I have plenty of places left to tattoo." she sticks her tongue out at him. Super mature. The nudge of his boot makes her smile and she nods, "Yeah. I'll take quiet for a few months." she admits. "It's the family bar, so my cousins all up and leaving for college or whatever has left it understaffed and as much as I like tending the bar, a girl needs a night off." she chuckles. "So I might see if they mind us hiring one or two people. Just for sanity." she adds. "Well, if I hear of anyone who can mix a mean drink, I'll send them your way." It's then that the waitress heads back over, and in front of Signe? It's a quite fine looking BLT and fries. The fries? Well, they are certainly a specialty: thinner cut, and more than just fried. A hit of roasted garlic, parsley, a touch of other spices gives it quite the alluring taste. "Well, I'm glad to hear you haven't quite figured out how to tattoo the back of your legs yourself. Yet. Though next I'll know, you'll take up yoga." "Mix a mean drink or just knows how to speak to customers without it ending in a fight that would be a godsend." Signe chuckles to that. When the food arrives, Signe gives a little wiggle, because food! "Thank you." she tells the waitress, remembering to leave her a big tip. "That looks great." she smiles. Then there's a look to Aiden and a laugh, "I don't think I'm going to tattoo the backs of my legs any time soon." she teases him. "Have you had dinner?" she asks him. "No. But I just got done with lunch, not too long back. Late start to the day." One eye narrows a bit as he casts his gaze out towards the junkyard, through the windows, before he muses. "You hear about the record store that someone opened up? Record store. In this day and age. Not sure if the owner is brilliant or has a total lack for business. Still, bet if you are ever looking for a cover band or two for the bar, she might know who you can talk to." Aiden's gaze drips down briefly to look at her food, and then back up. "Don't wait on me. Dig in." Signe gives him a nod as he states he got a late start to the day, "Understandable." she tells him with a bit of a smile. Then she gives a chuckle, "Majesty Records? Yeah. Haven't been in there yet. Had too much going on really." she admits. "I'll try to get over there this week though. It sounds like a neat place." she grins. "Enough garlic to kill a vampire, excellent." she muses as she eats one of the fries. "I may need to go digging through the junkyard this week. Need to see if I can get an old Impala up and running again." she explains. "Well, look. You stay in a junkyard after dark, and you'll be thankful for that much garlic." There is a glimmer of mischief in his gaze as Aiden leans forward, giving her a few moments to savor and enjoy the food before he continues in, "Yeah. Majesty Records. And as far as your Impala? Well, if you need parts, let me know. I'm certain we can work something out. I might also know someone who could help that prefers barter rather than money, if that's of help." "I didn't say it was a bad thing." Signe tells him with a grin. "And I'm sure you've got something horrible slinking around out there after dark as it is." she teases him. A bite of the sandwich is taken as she listens to him, she makes sure to clear her mouth before speaking again. "Then I need an alternator, but I need to get the list from the old owner. I bought it on a whim really." she admits. "Well, I am out there, but I don't count Signe. Just beware coming for a visit after the sun goes down." A hrmph look is cast her way, though the easy smile that touches to his mouth shows it is all in good jest. Aiden's head bobs a bit in consideration at the mention of the part, and he murmurs, "What year is it? If I don't have it, and you can't find it elsewhere... I'll be able to get it. Cars like that need to be preserved, after all." "You aren't some monstrosity though." Signe points out with a fry before she eats it. "And I've seen some shit. So I'm not scared of no junkyard monsters." she winks. "It's a 67'." she tells him. Then she takes a drink of her water, then remembers something, "Don't make any Supernatural jokes. I just thought it was a good buy." she muses to that. "Old cars are the best. I'll take one over any of these new ones." she nods to that. "Riiiiight. A good buy. Your secret is safe with me," Promises Aiden, giving her a knowing look and wink. Far too innocently offered up, he reaches out to steal one of those fries, plucking it in his mouth before he gives a small nod. "Mmm. It is the premise that this place is built on, you know. That the old stuff needs one last chance. Still useful, just waiting for the right home. Including, I bet, an alternator for you." Signe's cheeks redden just a little at his teasing but it's all in good fun! "I'll bring Alocer over tomorrow and he can sniff around for wayward ghouls and goblins that need to be chased off." she grins at him. "If there is one out there I'd be so happy. I've not worked on a car in a while and I'm looking forward to it." she admits. "It's really quiet tonight." she mentions as she looks down towards the entrance and then back to him. "Look, look. Before he chases them off? See if they are paying ghouls and goblins first. They sometimes have the est things to trade," He offers in retort, before his attention slides back to the diner. It's there his eyes glimmer with amusement, and backa nd fourth his head shakes as he murmurs, "Usually like this. It's here for... well. Soup is made in the back for the soup kitchen, prepped anyway. It's just a nice little edition, a place for parents to send their kids. So it's usually quiet. Except on Sundays. That's the day Alice does peach cobbler. Once church lets out? It's swamped." Signe tries not to laugh, "But what if they are bartering babies and stuff like that? It's bad business." she muses. Then she gives a softer smile, "It's not a bad quiet, just haven't been in her for a few and always expect more people." she admits. "Aha. So it's Sunday I should be hanging out more around here." she chuckles at that. "Have you thought about getting a dog for the yard?" she asks him after a few moments and a few fries eaten. "You and your morals," Comes Aiden's dry reply to the thought of baby bartering, a hand lifting to dismiss the notion with a playful tease. "Ahh, yes. Sunday, especially if you like cobbler. As for the yard," It's a considerate thought, his gaze sweeping out to the junk yard, bobbing back and fourth. "Did when I first started it. Wasn't certain how long I'd be around. Suppose it just fell off my mind. Might have to reconsider." Signe lifts a hand and clutches her necklace just a little in mock shock, "I know. They're just the worst morals ever. The want to not sell babies." she teases him. "And none of us are rocking the Goblin King haircut and tights. Unless that's a Halloween idea?" she looks to him with an amused look. Then she sobers a bit as she watches him, "Well, if you do reconsider let me know. I can see if I can find you a bear sized dog like I have." she tells him with a smile. "Well, if I could pull off the David Bowie look..." This seems to have Aiden thinking a moment, but then a warm ripple of laughter comes from him at the offer, and down his head dips into an agreeable nod. "I certainly will. Maybe I'll even have that be what I want in exchange for an alternator. I'll do a bit of digging around tomorrow, see if I can come up with one for you and let you know." "I'm sure you'd have no problem with it." Signe tells him with a smile. The laughter from him makes her smile warmly though and she gives him a nod, "Deal. If you find me an alternator I will find you a bear dog." she nods sagely as she finishes up her food. "This was delicious by the way." she offers with a smile. "Good to hear it. You can settle up with Alice. Don't worry.. the prices are still from the nineties, too." Aiden offers up a warm smile, and then he slides out of the booth, legs and arms stretching to either side. Still, after a moment he turns, leaning over and closer towards Signe as he peers at her. "Preferably one that won't try to eat me, yeah? At least not too much. And if he can sniff goblins out, all the better." "Alice is getting a nice big tip as well." Signe grins to that. "The nineties are back in full swing as it is. Have you seen what the kids are wearing?" she asks him with an amused chuckle. There's a look to him when he stands and a smile when he leans closer towards her, "I promise they won't try to eat you. And I can work on that goblin sniffing thing with them." she chuckles as she pulls out her wallet. "It was good to sit and talk with you, Aiden." she tells him with a warm smile. Out a hand lifts, giving a playful tap against the very tip of her nose if she'll allow it, and then he draws back up, a soft grunt coming from him. "They? What, did your dog have a litter, and that's what this is about?" The thought is teasing, and Aiden takes a step back. He starts to walk, heading towards the back door of the diner, but he still calls out, "Nineties never went /out/, Signe. Least not for us cool kids. I'll see you at the soup kitchen." It's a few moments as he goes for any last parting words, and then he's gone, out the door. Signe doesn't try to bite his finger for tapping her nose. It just makes her wrinkle it a bit as she smiles, "No. I just meant if the dog needs training I could help." she tells him. Then there's a laugh, "Right, the cool kids." she muses as she gets up. Once he's gone out the door she heads over to settle the bill with Alice, leaving her a ten dollar tip, because it was a good night. Then she heads out as well.