2020-01-26 - shutupshutupshutupshutup

Alison pushes inside the Waffle Shoppe, just in front of Gigi. "Yeah, its like a churro.. but a waffle? It doesn't taste just like a churro, but it's got the cinnamon sugar on top and then a shitload of whipped cream.. I'm telling you, it's amazing."

The redhead flops into a booth, peeling off her overly puffy jacket, setting it down on the seat beside her.

%Gigi is all bundled up, hood, beanie, leather jacket and big wooly gloves and she still looks uncomfortable. "If it comes with a big cup of hot coffee, I'm totally game." Working her fingers in and out of fists as she slips inside behind Alison and points at one of the booths near the back window facing the street. "The syrup here is fucking amazing, though... So bring on the carbs!" Fists in the air. The line cook is already rolling his eyes.

One of the counter staff is also rolling their eyes as they currently try to deal with Park. Or understand her. The willowy Korean-American, dressed in jeans and giant jumper to resist the cold (and Pikachu beanie), is attmepting to describe what she would like in some kind of interpretive dance. "So, it's like, you put the caramel with the whipped cream, and then you fill the waffle...remember it's a maple based waffle...with a mixture of honey and sprinkles." Her long limbs flailing about as she describes this concoction. "You don't know what I mean? You used to advertise it! It was, like, the pumpkin latte of the Waffle House world. No?" She pouts as her brow furrows. "Maybe I dreamed it all?" A big shrug as she bounces on her feet. "Sounds pretty good though, right? Can I just have some waffles with caramel sauce then? Don't worry about the sprinkles. Ooh!! Ice cream please!"

Twirling around now that she's made her order, she spots some familiar red hair. "Alison!!!" She bounds over like a gazelle...that has had too much to drink...and slides the last few feet to the booth. "Hey!" A hug for Alison before smiling at Giada. "Hi! I'm Mee...or Park if you like. Wonderful to meet you!" She will also get a hug unless she adopts defensive precautions.

"It's syrup, how good can it be?" The redhead smirks, shaking her hair back into place over her shoulders having removed her coat. "I mean, I usually either use raspberry jam or the cheap butter flavor syrup, but still.."

It takes Alison a few moments to notice Park, even with the bright yellow banie on her head. But eventually she picks up on the voice as it calls out her name, making the waitress turn and grin widely as Park approaches. "Mee! Hi! Jeez, I haven't seen you since the whole winterfest thing, huh." She wraps her arms around the woman, squeezing her into a hug, sneaking in a quick little smooch on the cheek. "You know Gigi, right? No? Oh jeez, she's super cool though." Turning back towards Giada, she offers a wink and a thumbs up.

It was bound to happen eventually!

Gigi was just about to get into a rather long diatribe about the differences a good syrup can make during a pancaking adventure when they are assailed by a boisterous Park. "Oh, hey there!" Hugs, Gee returns it, but stiffly, and looks a little unsure until Alison fills in the gaps, "Oh right, yeah, ''Love song'' Girl. I remember you." Nodding, sliding into a booth, grabbing a menu. "Did you ever finish the song?" Asking Mee, glancing between the two ladies. "We were about to fuck up some breakfast... is it still breakfast time? I mean it's always breakfast time in Gigi-Land, but what fucking time is it?" Glancing at one of her three watches hidden beneath the sleeve of her leather jacket hiked up, "Holy balls... was I really that stoned?"

"How cool was Winterfest!" Park squeals to them both. "I met sooooo many people so I probably met Gigi. But, hey, doesn't hurt to meet people again? Which song was I trying to finish? The KJ song?" she asks the reluctant hugger - Park will work on that. "Oh, on the second day of Winterfest, did you guys come both days? Anyway, I got in trouble for singing one of my songs. It's called 'Put Out or Shut Out' and it's about how women are expected to be hos to be noticed. But I think some of the...themes...upset people with kids. But the kids are the ones who need to hear it, you know? Not get trapped into thinking they have to show off their tits to get likes."

"Hey, can I join you? I just ordered my food. I think...it may have been misunderstood. But whatever comes will be awesome" Park grins happily. "Wow, three watches! I love it. So you have, like, Gray Harbor Time, New York Time, and London Time? That's very clever. Unless you want to go to Tokyo."

"It's breakfast time if my stomach tells me it wants breakfast. And my stomach says it's waffle o'clock." Ali grins at Gigi. "And yeah, you probably were."

"No, I was up pretty late that night after you took off, and then I had work that day, just came home and collapsed. Which pissed me off. I really wanted more churros!" The redhead giggles a little at the story about the song. "Yeah, I definitely missed that. I, uh, can kinda see how that might have not gone over so well?" She shrugs, then shoves a bum down the booth, making room for Park, then patting the seat beside her. "Of course. I mean, unless you wanna sit beside Gigi. There's a good chance of getting a contact high, though."

"Put out or Shut out..." Gigi bobs her head slowly, grin sliding across her face instantly, "I fucking love it.. Man, I kind of heard you saying something like that when I stumbled up on the conversation, but I was tripping balls that night." Her hand brushes up across her beanie to pull it off alongw ith her goggles, "So I figured I imagined it, which wouldn't even surprise me.." Where was she, oh right, her watches.. no wait. Both hands point, motioning in different directions, "huh.. Lost my train of thought."

"Anyways, song sounds awesome and score for taking lashes from stuck up ass dicks for singing it. Fistbump." Fist out across the table to Park. Squinting at Alison saying she comes with contact highs! "Rude... true, maybe, but still..." Her watches, oh right, yeah there was something about her watches. Gee looks at them, "They're all set to Gray Harbor time. I don't ever leave town. Twenty two year warrior... I've been here since I was sperm." Fists in the air, waving over the waitress, "Yo! Food time!"

Fist bumps are never left hanging by Park. "Oh, wow, you're as old as me! We must have gone to school together. So many people I went to school with that I didn't really get to know until I started doing the music. Like, all the people in the band I'm in, except Itzhak, I was in the same year as but never met them. Probably because I was always studying. I'll give you a demo of that song, Gigi!" An understanding expression for Alison, who she is sitting beside, about having to work for Day Two. "It's cool. Oh, did Itzhak call you? Would you like me to prod him along for you?" Her gaze turns back to Gigi. "Maybe you should get whoever dropped the balls to pick them up. That sounds like it could be dangerous. What if you tripped over them in the dark?" A horrified look on her face, for a couple of seconds, before the big grin is back.

Alison casts Gigi a look at repeating the name of the song. "It's a good thing that's not the motto for my trailer, huh?" And then she grins. "You seemed pretty out there when you went to go run off into the woods, anyways. Not that THAT really means a whole lot in terms of how high you are."

Alison casts another glance at the watches. "I still don't get why you bother with those when you can just whip out your phone and have a look." But then Gigi gets the waitress's attention, and she squeaks her order in first: those dang churro waffles she's been talking about, and also some dang orange juice.

The redhead's cheeks turn rather crimson at the mention of Itzhak, suddenly finding herself incredibly interested in some nigh impossible to see defect in the table. "Uh, no, I, uh, was he supposed to?" Scratch scratch scratch at the table. "No, it's fine, you don't gotta do that. It's fine." And then looking out the window. Hey, look, it's.. nothing!

The change, or at least a shift in the subject, brings her look back to the other two. "Hey, if anyone's gonna be an expert in managing balls, it's probably gonna be Gigi. Moreso than some of the people around here that actually have a pair of them to wrangle, or so I hear."

"I was always off with Bax and Sparrow back in High School." Gigi says, holding her hands up helplessly, "Which means I was somewhere off doing anything -other- than school shit. Which is why I live with my mom and her fuck head husband." Decisions, right? Was it worth it?! Was it cool to peak in high school?! That's too deep for her right now. The curly haired blond looks between Park and Alison, but settles on a Park, "I remember you though, yeah.. I think.. maybe. Dude I was really fucked up back then." Not terribly different from now, all things considered. A life well lived.

"I'd appreciate the shit out of it." A demo, "I like a more ecclectic sound, but anything with a positive message for young girls is a-fucking-okay with me." Thumbs up, eyeing the waitress, big silly grin.

To the waitress, "Triple stack of pancakes for me, with bacon the side... and the biggest cup of coffee you got back there. Bring all the cream and sugar." Fishing around in her back pocket for her wallet to thumb it open and dig around inside, "Better make that just bacon.. and.. uhh.. just coffee. Forget the bacon, I'll just take coffee... I'll eat at Kai's later."

Gigi glances upa t Alison, blinking a few times as she mentions the motto to her trailer, but then realization dawns on her and she bursts out laughing, "Dude, true. But I still cuddle, so don't give me that shit. I'm a world class cuddler.. and I rubbed your feet after work!" Hands up, face scrunched, "The fuck you want, man! I'm like the best squatter ever!"

Park seems a little confused by Alison's aversion to Itzhak but then shrugs it off. "Okay, I won't tell him to call you. If he asks if he should call you, what should I tell him?" A bright look for Gigi. "Your remember me! See, I don't even remember Sparrow from high school and how could anyone forget her if they'd met? Gosh, I was such a study-swat. Sooooo boring."

"Demo on the way. And I'll put some other tracks on it too. If you want to tell me what kind of music you like, I'll even do a song especially for you." Park thinks a moment. "But not 'Especially for You'. That could be weird." She will sit quietly while orders are made, tugging at the long ties coming from her beanie that make Pikachu's ears flap back and forth.

"I like cuddles" Park offers. "Oh, you know Kai too? When we were in the hot tub for my birthday...Alison was there too...she was really sad that no one wanted to go on a date with her. So I offered and she seemed happy to but...nothing since. She's nice. I call her Elvira. I hope she has been getting some dates."

A beep off her phone and Park frowns at the text. "Dang, I have a study date with myself. I have an exam about molars this week. You can have my food when it comes, Gigi." A big hug for Alison and a smooch to the cheek. "See you soon?" And then up from her seat to give the same to Gigi. "So nice to meet you again. I'll send you some files soon. Sorry I have to go so soon. Stay awesome, you two!"

Alison says, "Everyone seems to know that Backs dude. I've only seen him around town the one time, and you saw what I learned from him when I fell on my ass. Well, and at the queer night at the bar, but still. Wasn't super with it at that point. Fuzzy." Their food arrives at some point, and the first thing the redhead does is grab her orange juice and give it the big sippy. Mmmmm. Yes, that's the stuff.

Alison eyes Gigi as she shortens her order, and then shortens it again. "You can have some of my waffle, dude. I'm not THAT hungry." A lie, but a little white one. "I bet her fridge's got all sorts of fancy bacon, though. Like.. Canadian bacon and shit? Peameal?" And then onto the matter of cuddling, which makes her laugh right off the bat. "Just kidding, dumbass."

"..well. If HE asks, then I guess, sure, that's fine, but don't just go and bug him about it.." And her cheeks go red again. Ugh. And then she's getting into the thing about the hot tub which DEFINITELY makes her cheeks go red. Like, tomato red, can't even see her freckles red. "Ohmigodmeewe'reinpublicshutup." She covers her face with her hands in embarassment, but then lowers them after the mention of Kai. Furrowed eyebrows, a look towards Gigi, and then back at Park. "I, uh.. well, that's new info to me." More sippy of that orange juice. Ahem.

Alison whines a bit when Park needs go to. "Aww, okay. See you later!" She returns the hug and the cheek smooch, then flops back against the booth once she departs, looking back at Gigi. "Welp.""

"Ah, come on, Aliroo... what's a little hot tub sex between friends, huh?" Snickering quietly at her friends reaction to what Mee's said, then a glance over at Park, nodding briskly with a huge grin, "Sounds like Kai, yeah." Gigi says with the grin becoming more a smile that's not nearly as cocky as the others have been, rubbing at the back of her neck, "But she did finally get herself a date... Actually, I think a little bit more than a date?" Glancing around, ducking her head a little to look down at her phone, "She's my girlfriend." Picking up said phone to send off a text response quickly, "A girlfriend who is apparently sending me a ride... Awesome! I didn't want to walk in the snow!" Like Park, Gigi slips out of the booth and accepts hugs, even giving hugs. "Yeah totally, I'm sure we'll run into each other again.. maybe.. I mean we went to high school together and somehow managed to keep missing each other, so it might be our twenty year reunion?" She shrugs, winks, and slips over to Ali.

"Thanks babe, you're the tits. Eat, you deserve it... and let that pretty man call you... you /definitely/ deserve that!" Sweeping in to wrap the redhead in a tight hug, "Love your face." Then kissing the top of her fiery red head. "I'll text you later. Hopefully you have steamy ''deep dick'' stories to tell me." Dragging wool fingers across her cheek as she slips backwards, paying for and taking her coffee in a to-go cup on the way to the door with the phone in the other hand thumbing across the screen sending off another text, sucking down the first, super hot sip of coffee. "Damn that's good. Strong work, Johnnie!" Holding the cup up as she shoulders backwards through the door back out into the cold.

Ali's red cheeks do not diminish in their firey intensity when Giada mentions the thing. And that's when her feet under the table go kicking towards the woman. "Can you not????"

And then she's mentioning having to go, which makes her whine yet more. She returns the hug, though. But then the not quite innuendo slips out and her fists ball up into sort of but not really playful little punches against the woman's shoulders. "I just came out to eat waffles and have a good time, but I'm feeling so attacked right now." Then Gigi slips away into the night with that fancy damn car service, which just leaves Alison, her churro waffles, and the orange juice.

She slumps down into the booth, by herself. "I never had these kinds of dumbass problems back in Seattle." She looks up at the ceiling of the Waffle Shoppe, as if it has some sort of resolution to these situations entirely of her own making, feeling the sweet embrace of ennui take her over. "Maybe I should just move back."