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Post by Administrator on Dec 24, 2009 0:49:29 GMT -5
The counters are clean, and a wonderful place to meet someone new.
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Post by Street on Mar 4, 2010 20:58:54 GMT -5
Street had snuck inside Buddy's (the people at Tibby's knew her face) and was now trying to scoot close enough to someone who had change to grab it, scoot back, and order something before anyone noticed. There was someone down the counter, eating a sandwhich, and there! A few coins lay in front of them, their eyes closed, savoring it. She slid off her stool on the next one, she paused. The person noticed nothing. She slid from that to the next... Then the next. Still nothing.
Her heart beat faster, her fingers tingled, sensing the round pieces of metal that would make her stomach stop trying to eat itself. The hair on her neck stood up, she tensed, waiting for the person to notice her and get her arrested. But their eyes were closed. She slid a hand down the counter tentatively, then further. Her pointer finger bumped the largest coin, it chinked slightly. She froze, her eyes searching around her. Nothing. She slid the coin (and a few others for she was very hungry) to her chest, where her left hand caught them as they slid off. She clasped them tightly, then began to move back toward her original stool, her eyes still watching the sandwhich eating person. When she reached her stool, she let herself breath. She laid the coins down gently and ordered a sandwhich (bread and meat were filling, and if she was careful, the bread could last a couple days), a glass of water (it was the cheapest drink and she was tired of drinking from the river and fountains), and because she couldn't help it, a cinnamon bun (her absolute favorite food).
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