The older woman walked off, placing her notepad in her apron.
“You said you were writing an article, right? How’s that?” Danny drummed his fingers on the
laminated menu, looking down at the options.
I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!
"Oh! That's nearly done, and with any luck, I'll be able to get a break and work on a project of my own, which I think is finally ready to actually be written!" Alex replied happily.
“Really? Dude, that’s dope! What’s the thing about?” Danny seemed to be feeding off of Alex’s happiness, given that his own eyes lit up at hearing Alex’s tone.
"It's this like…story I've been working on since I was maybe 16? Yeah, around 16. So…Junior year, I guess. And it's like…science fiction and stuff? And the characters and story have just kinda been stewing around in my head for a long time, and I think I'm finally ready to start writing it." Alex described, gesturing vaguely with his hands.
“Sci-fi.. that’s cool, dude. I don’t even remember what I was doing at 16. Not plannin’ a damn story, that’s for sure!” Danny grinned. His voice sounded slightly worn out, like it had the night that they met back up. “That’s so cool, man.”
Alex nodded a little bit. "Thanks! What have you been up to?" he asked, cocking his head a little bit and looking at Danny with a smile.
“Nothin’, nothin’. Had a gig last night, so my voice is shot- did a 10 second death growl on a dare and also I’m a little hungover, so it’s been a productive week.” Danny shrugged nonchalantly, shutting his menu. “You decide what you want yet?”
"Ah. I'm not sure whether I should congratulate you on that or not." Alex replied with a laugh. "But…congratulations, I suppose." he took a deep breath, looking at the menu again. "Oh. Uh…not yet."
“Mm, please don’t. Not my proudest moment.” Danny laughed, his sharp teeth glinting under the fluorescent lights. “The food here’s good, you just gotta specify how you want it cooked, ‘cause they do werewolf and human food here. Others too, but.. y’know what I mean.”
Alex nodded a little bit. "Alright. And…yeah, I learned that lesson the hard way while traveling." he chuckled quietly, shaking his head slightly. "Once, I ordered food, and apparently it was like…some strange, traditional dish, I think intended for vampires? Because I didn't specify that I was human?" he laughed again.
“Oh, god, that sounds terrible!” Danny laughed, shaking his head. “You gotta be careful, man! ‘Specially here in Dog City, if you remember.”
Alex nodded. "It was like…raw something or other with blood and other stuff? And not at all what I thought it would be." he laughed. "And yeah, I was careful forever after that."
Danny nodded, leaning back a bit. His arms were crossed and his head was tilted, overall looking incredibly relaxed. “You don’t gotta worry ‘bout all that here, man. Just gotta tell ‘em you can’t eat raw shit.”
Alex nodded. "Yeah." He let out a breath, and examined the menu carefully.
Danny looked around the near-empty restaurant. The only other people in there (discounting the staff) was a small group of teenagers, who were talking and laughing loudly. Mrs Rodriguez made her rounds, dropping off Alex and Danny’s drinks.
“Are you ready, or do you need more time?” Mrs Rodriguez pulled out her notepad, pen at the ready.
"I'm ready." Alex replied with a smile. "I think." He chuckled a little, running a hand through his hair, still unused to how short it seemed in comparison to how it had been.
(I gtg in maybe fifteen minutes)
(thanks for the heads up, gn!)
Mrs Rodriguez nodded. “We’ll start with you, then.” She pointed her pen at Alex, waiting for him to answer.
(np!)
Alex ordered just a simple, rather plain cheeseburger, making sure to specify that it needed to be cooked all the way; he was human, and needed human food.
Mrs Rodriguez looked at Danny expectantly. He shrugged, ordering a hamburger (rare, please no condiments). He would’ve ordered raw, but.. even werewolf-friendly restaurants had to comply with some sort of safety regulations.
(gtg now. Good night!)
Alex rolled his eyes. "I am very careful, since last time I didn't specify, I had to choke down a vampire dish of raw blood and meat. I spent the next four days throwing it up. So."
(gn!)
“Oh, dude, nasty.” Danny wrinkled his nose, taking a sip of his water. “Try not to do that this time, I’d feel hella fuckin’ guilty.”
"Yeah." Alex agreed, taking a sip of his tea. "It was the grossest thing I had ever had. And I never ever want to repeat that experience. It was worse than drugs and rehab. Combined."
“Ugh. Man, that’s gross. Thank god you specifically asked for human-safe shit, dude.” Danny rolled the bottom edge of his cup on the table, shaking his head. “We gotta get off this topic, uhh- whaddya like to do, dude? Every time we meet up we really only talk about our work ‘n shit, but what’re you into? Like, interests-wise?”
Alex chuckled. "Mhm." he blinked. "Oh. Well, considering my work is my interests…" he shrugged slightly. "But I listen to music a lot, too. Sometimes I sing along, but…my voice is better for like…pop ballads and shit like that, or musical theater."
“Yeah? That’s cool, dude. You like pop, then?” Danny tilted his head, finally setting his glass straight once more (he had almost spilled it, and was now just a tad more careful). “Makes me wonder what you were doin’ in that trashy punk bar.” He laughed, voice sharp and hyena-like.
"I mean…I listen to a bit of everything. I'm just saying that me, personally, I don't have a voice for the type of singing you do. I think my vocal cords would die." Alex explained. "And no, I don't listen to a lot of pop."
“Yeah, I don’t either, but I make it work.” Danny shrugged, a small laugh escaping his throat. “Really? Whaddya listen to then?”
Alex laughed softly. "I don't know, you sound pretty good." He replied. "And…like I said, I listen to a bit of everything. Except country. I can't stand country."
Danny grinned a bit, pulling at the collar of his t-shirt. “Jesus, dude, I’m bad at taking compliments. Thanks, though.” He gave a nod when Alex finished speaking. “Yeah, dude, country fucken’ sucks.. it’s all ‘bout, like.. fuckin’ chicks ‘n drinkin beers on your tractor. Not sure why people think that’s any good.”
Alex laughed softly. "That about sums it up." He agreed. "Although sometimes it's drinking beers in your truck. And sometimes it's all three at once." He shook his head.