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       #Post#: 421--------------------------------------------------
       Carrie's Corner
       By: MissM Date: May 2, 2013, 12:46 pm
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       Carrie Middleton is a soft-spoken and warm mother type, and a
       bit retro, and her diner reflects this. The black and white
       checkered tiles and the small tables can feel rather cramped at
       times, but it still retains a warmth and a charm that is
       undeniable. Daniel works here part time whenever he can manage
       the hours around school, and it is his favorite place to be.
       Carrie is often the one handling the customers, with her son and
       two full-timers working in the back at the stoves. Sometimes,
       however, Daniel has to help his mother out front, and they are
       often busy off and on into the late hours of the night. The
       diner is open until midnight, and offers specials of delicious
       fruit smoothies, country-style hamburgers, steak-fries, and
       homemade ice cream. It's a little expensive for a poor student,
       but the food is so delectable, there are many who cannot deny
       that it's worth every penny. That, and Carrie is such a sweet
       lady, she's likely to give a hungry teenager a significant
       discount, "just because".
       Behind the counter is a chalkboard that has the daily special's
       written on it. The title is "Daniel's Daily", a catchphrase that
       Carrie insisted upon, much to Daniel's chagrin. Below it is
       often a special sort of sandwich or dessert.
       #Post#: 774--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: EloquentMisprints Date: August 21, 2013, 11:52 pm
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       Sydora Reynalds
       Sydora ducked her head as she entered the diner, tucking a
       strand of hair behind her ear and peering around slowly. Excited
       butterflies flitted around her stomach, her face flushing
       brightly as she slipped into one of the booth and waved in
       Daniel's direction. She tapped her foot nervously and laughed a
       little to herself, shaking her head a bit as she realized how
       completely ridiculous she was being.
       "Damn Natalie," she mumbled, her flush crawling down her neck
       and slipping under the collar of her shirt to the root of her
       nervousness: a black, lacy bra. It really shouldn't have been
       that big of a deal, it was just a set of underwear; a set of
       underwear that Reese probably-maybe-most-likely wouldn't see.
       She groaned to herself, running a hand through her hair and
       sighing. She really should have known not to listen to Natalie,
       she just didn't have the confidence that the blonde did, and now
       she was relatively sure that she would spend the whole afternoon
       obsessing over her underwear... in front of her boyfriend. Part
       of her itched to slip out the door before Reese arrived, to run
       home and change her clothes and then apologize profusely for
       running behind. She sighed heavily in defeat, pinching the hem
       of her skirt between two fingers and staring down at the table.
       #Post#: 776--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: Mascii Date: August 27, 2013, 3:56 am
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       Reese Middleton
       The lunch rush had him practically skipping around his mother as
       they both scuttled around like agitated crabs trying to serve
       everyone. Daniel was busy in the kitchen, whipping out
       hamburgers at the speed of lighting, his furrowed brow and quick
       hands evident that he was happier than he'd been in weeks since
       the surgery. Technically speaking, he wasn't supposed to be
       allowed near the stove for another two weeks since the bandages
       had been removed and his vision mostly restored. The sizzling of
       grease was probably the worst idea possible for his sensitive
       vision. But who could keep Daniel away from cooking for long?
       He'd managed it blind, for goodness' sake. The family had
       decided to keep quiet about it and let him be. What Dr. Ramsey
       didn't know couldn't hurt them, after all.
       “I need another round of chocolate milk for table four,” called
       Reese, placing an order for table six on the counter for Daniel
       to see. The morning had started easily enough, planning to help
       his family out for a couple of hours at the diner to pitch in.
       But somehow a random influx of customers had turned 'an hour or
       two' into four. “Mom, I really need off now, okay? Dora's on her
       way over.”
       ”I know, but could you just take this into the back first?” She
       held out the tray of dirty dishes. He sighed, then leaned in and
       kissed his mother's cheek before slipping into the back. No
       sooner was he dunking the dishes into the large sink, much to
       the chagrin of the hired dishwasher who groaned at the growing
       mountain, then he heard a call from out front.
       “Reese, you've got company,”
       Reese washed his hands thoroughly, drying them off on a noisy
       brown paper towel, trying to hurry. Daniel poked his head into
       the back room for a moment, a knowing smile on his little
       brother's face. ”She's at the corner booth.”
       “Shut up,” Reese laughed, ruffling Daniel's hair.
       ”Whaaat?” Daniel moaned, trying to flatten his hair back down
       with the back of one arm. As soon as he stepped out behind the
       counter, he spotted her in the corner, looking uncomfortable and
       impatient. He slipped the worn-out apron off, hanging it on a
       nail just against the wall before slipping out, taking care to
       sneak up behind her. His freshly washed hands probably smelled
       like soap and vaguely of tomatoes, but he placed them across her
       eyes anyways, leaning precariously over the back of the booth as
       he whispered in her ear, “Guess who?”
       Still smiling, he slipped around the booth and slid in across
       from her. “Hey, sorry if I smell like diner. I was all nice and
       Humphrey Bogart for you a couple of hours ago. Have you been
       waiting long?”
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       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: EloquentMisprints Date: September 12, 2013, 3:11 pm
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       Sydora Reynalds
       Sydora stiffened as a pair of hands slipped over her eyes, her
       heart stuttering in her chest and her throat tightening. The hem
       of her dress fell from between her fingers and small, almost
       inaudible whimper escaped her lips.
       “Guess who?” Her entire body relaxed at the sound of
       her boyfriend's voice and a shiver shot up her spine, her hands
       moving up to lightly glide her fingers along the skin of his
       forearm.
       "You're such a dork," she teased, glancing up at him as he
       removed his hand from her eyes. She felt her face flush, a
       bright red tinging her cheeks as she watched him slide in across
       the table from her. She offered him her hands, wrists pressed
       down against the table and her fingers spread, inviting him to
       interlace his fingers with her own.
       “Hey, sorry if I smell like diner. I was all nice and
       Humphrey Bogart for you a couple of hours ago. Have you been
       waiting long?” She shook her head, smiling brightly over
       at him. She decided it was best that she hadn't chosen to make a
       break for it before he realized she was there. The thought made
       her shift uncomfortably and her blush darken a few shades.
       "It's a good scent on you." she murmured, winking and catching
       her bottom lip between her teeth, "Helping out with the lunch
       rush, I take it? I can wait for a while, if the kitchen is
       swamped. Or, you know, I don't think I'm really qualified to
       help, but I can bus tables or something."
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       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: Mascii Date: December 20, 2013, 4:54 am
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       Reese Middleton
       “Guess who?” He teased, his hands over her eyes and leaning in
       toward her ear. He had expected her slightly shaken reaction,
       but he hadn't excepted his own arms to cover in goosebumps as
       her fingers lightly glided against his skin, tickling him
       lightly as she blindly explored him. Damn. Was she doing that on
       purpose?
       "You're such a dork," she teased, glancing up at him as he
       removed his hand from her eyes. He slid into a seat across the
       table from her, grinning at the flushed looked on her face. Syd
       dropped her hands to the table, her fingers reaching out and
       beckoning him to take them. Reese gently dropped his hands into
       her, the welcome reception warming his chest as their fingers
       became entangled across the table. He could feel the beating of
       her heart in all the prickly nerve endings of her fingertips,
       and it tickled him inside in a way he wished he could describe
       to her. It's like the warmth of your favorite shirt once you
       pull it out of the dryer. Or the static when a blanket makes
       your hair stand up on end. No...those all sound too lame to tell
       her.
       “Hey, sorry if I smell like diner. I was all nice and Humphrey
       Bogart for you a couple of hours ago. Have you been waiting
       long?” She shook her head, smiling brightly over at him.
       "It's a good scent on you." she murmured, winking and catching
       her bottom lip between her teeth. Okay, that was totally 110% on
       purpose. "Helping out with the lunch rush, I take it? I can wait
       for a while, if the kitchen is swamped. Or, you know, I don't
       think I'm really qualified to help, but I can bus tables or
       something."
       "You don't have to lift a finger, Princess, it's perfectly fine.
       I can take a break to be with you." he said, halfway getting out
       of his seat so he could lean across the table and catch her
       mouth in a kiss, as smoothly and as unexpectedly as he could
       manage, with the table cutting into his stomach. He tilted his
       head to the right, drawing her more deeply into the kiss...
       Just as Cayne, one of their regular part-timers, came up to
       their table, slipping two menus on the table, his gaze over his
       shoulder, "Um, Reese...?" he whispered.
       Reese slowly pulled away from Syd, looking annoyed. "What?"
       "I think you should op-stay on the the issing-kay, just FYI..."
       Cayne mumbled, his concern apparent as he set out glasses of
       ice-water on the table, making his worse all run together.
       "Mom's going pretty bonkers in the back right now."
       Reese's eyes visibly widened, and he nodded in understanding.
       "Got it. Thanks." Cayne gave a wink, and wandered off. Reese
       turned back to Syd, pulling out another smile as he sat back
       down.
       "You're super nervous about something, but it's like an
       excited-nervous," he said, taking her hands as before by way of
       explanation as to how he knew. His tone was playful, as though
       they were in the middle of a guessing game where you couldn't
       really 'lose'. "I just can't figure out what it is, though..."
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       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 20, 2013, 12:59 pm
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       Sydora Reynalds
       She skimmed her fingertips down his forearms, before glancing up
       at him as removed his hands from her eyes, her cheeks flushing
       prettily. "You're such a dork," she teased. He slid into the
       seat across from her, a grin stretching across his lips. Her
       heart jumped in her chest as he accepted her pre-offered hands,
       entangling their fingers together.
       “Hey, sorry if I smell like diner. I was all nice and Humphrey
       Bogart for you a couple of hours ago. Have you been waiting
       long?” A bright smile tugged at her lips and she shook her head,
       a wave of affection rolling through her.
       "It's a good scent on you." she murmured, winking and catching
       her bottom lip between her teeth, "Helping out with the lunch
       rush, I take it? I can wait for a while, if the kitchen is
       swamped. Or, you know, I don't think I'm really qualified to
       help, but I can bus tables or something."
       "You don't have to lift a finger, Princess, it's perfectly fine.
       I can take a break to be with you." And then he was leaning over
       the table, the edge of which was pressing against his stomach,
       hard and unyielding, as he captured her lips in a kiss. The
       press of his lips sent an electric shock down her spine that set
       dozens of butterflies aflutter in the pit of her stomach. She
       returned the kiss eagerly, lifting herself out of the seat a bit
       and sliding one hand from his to cup his jaw lightly. He tilted
       his head, deepening the kiss ever so slightly, causing a whimper
       to bubble out from the back of her throat. Heat spread
       throughout her abdomen, twisting and winding, making her stomach
       jump.
       A set of menus hit the table top, followed by a whisper. "Um,
       Reese...?" The boy in question pulled back, prompting another
       whimper from his girlfriend, and shot the intruder an annoyed
       look.
       "What?" Sydora laughed a little, moving her hands back to glide
       up his forearms again.
       "I think you should op-stay on the the issing-kay, just FYI..."
       he guy, Sydora glanced down at his name tag, Cayne mumbled, his
       words slurring together a bit. "Mom's going pretty bonkers in
       the back right now." Reese's eyes visibly widened and she slid
       her hand back down his arm, rubbing her thumbs in small
       comforting circles against his skin.
       "Got it. Thanks." Reese replied, turning back and shooting her
       another smiling, sitting back down. There was a pause and then,
       "You're super nervous about something, but it's like an
       excited-nervous," he took her hands again, "I just can't figure
       out what it is, though..."
       "Oh?" she asked nonchalantly, "Am I?" She could feel the heat of
       her flush deepen and she shifted slightly in her seat, nibbling
       on her bottom lip. She slipped one hand from his, subconsciously
       adjusting the bra strap that was creeping down her arm. Oh. Her
       jaw dropped open a little before grimacing a bit and biting
       lightly on the corner of her lip, entangling her fingers with
       his again.
       "Remember when I went shopping with Nats and Erin a few days
       ago?" She started, her cheeks practically burning as she
       swallowed and diverted her gaze to the menu. "I tend to...
       uh..." She licked her lips. "I tend to get a little, erm, a
       little flustered when I w-wear them." She cleared her throat and
       took a long sip of her water.
       "So, Mr. Bogart, are you on break or is there a chance I can
       steal you away for a little while?" she inquired, raising her
       eyes to meet his again, "Maybe sneak off somewhere that we don't
       have to... uh," she quirked an eyebrow, "op-stay on the
       issing-kay."
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       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: Mascii Date: December 22, 2013, 8:44 pm
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       Reese Middleton
       "Got it. Thanks." Reese replied, turning back and shooting her
       another smile, sitting back down into his half of their booth.
       She was there, warm and with that sensational pulse, the slight
       flush to her cheeks that gave away everything to him, like she
       was a book only he could read, and the way he read her was so
       easy, so natural. "You're super nervous about something, but
       it's like an excited-nervous," he took her hands again, "I just
       can't figure out what it is, though..."
       "Oh?" she tried to say nonchalantly, "Am I?" Her face seemed to
       heat up like a warm July sun, still nibbling on her bottom lip
       in a way she knew drove him crazy. She acted like it was a
       sub-conscious thing, but he couldn't imagine she was so unaware
       as all that. He shifted in his seat, as she shuffled around,
       too.
       “Yes, you are. Very much do, my dear,” he said, chuckling in a
       way that suggested that she should know him better than to think
       it would slip beyond his notice. He could hear her heartbeat,
       every flutter, every beat, every quickening or calming. She
       seemed to re-realize what had been making her so fluttery, and
       she bit again at her lip, keeping their hands entangled like a
       cat's favorite ball of yarn.
       "Remember when I went shopping with Nats and Erin a few days
       ago?" She started, her cheeks practically burning as she
       swallowed and diverted her gaze to the menu. Reese arched one
       thick eyebrow, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. He
       recalled very vividly the vast array of photos and links that
       Natalie and Erin had been flooding their internet chat with,
       jabbering back and forth like such girls over the most risque
       and most flowery underwear. He remembered very acutely the
       remarks and amusement that had accompanied it, as well.
       “I was hoping this would come up,” he said, shifting forward
       with interest written all across his face.
       "I tend to... uh..." She licked her lips. "I tend to get a
       little, erm, a little flustered when I w-wear them." She cleared
       her throat and took a long sip of her water. Reese let out a
       burst of laughter, unable to contain it.
       “Oh, is that what it is?!” he now settled into a deep, throaty
       chuckle that boiled and bubbled from his throat. “I thought it
       was my pure sexiness vibe that I've been sending off that's been
       making you edgy.”
       "So, Mr. Bogart, are you on break or is there a chance I can
       steal you away for a little while?" she inquired, raising her
       eyes to meet his again, "Maybe sneak off somewhere that we don't
       have to... uh," she quirked an eyebrow, "op-stay on the the
       issing-kay."
       He gave another chuckle, “That's just my mom, being
       over-protective. She isn't aware that her baby has been grown up
       for ages now, and a lot more experienced than she wants to give
       him credit for. She will learn to manage.” He caught Syd's chin
       beneath two of his fingers, lifting her up to make sure she
       stayed facing him. For a long moment, he kept his gaze locked on
       hers, his expression unbreakable and his eyes just soaking in
       every feature on her face. In a low murmur, he managed, “God,
       Syd. You're so beautiful.” He pulled her toward him, brushing
       his lips against her cheek.
       “And now you've mentioned the whole new wardrobe thing,” he
       clicked his tongue, as though reprimanding her. “As if I could
       stay here a minute longer. Let's head out to someplace with more
       issing-kay, and a few other aughty-nays, as well..”
       #Post#: 827--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: EloquentMisprints Date: December 22, 2013, 9:55 pm
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       Sydora Reynalds
       "Oh?" she asked nonchalantly, "Am I?" Her face was burning as
       she shifted a bit in her seat, her bottom lip still caught
       between her teeth. She could feel his gaze on her and it almost
       made her shutter.
       “Yes, you are. Very much do, my dear,” He said with a chuckle.
       "Remember when I went shopping with Nats and Erin a few days
       ago?" She started, dropping her gaze to the menu as her face
       heated up even more, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
       “I was hoping this would come up,” he said, shifting forward
       with interest written all across his face. She swallowed hard as
       a thrill ran up her spine and her heart shuttered in her
       chest... which he could totally feel. Crap.
       "I tend to... uh..." She licked her lips. "I tend to get a
       little, erm, a little flustered when I w-wear them." She cleared
       her throat and took a long sip of her water. He let out a burst
       of laughter and her eyes shot up to meet his.
       “Oh, is that what it is?!” a deep chuckle came from deep in his
       throat and she swallowed hard again. “I thought it was my pure
       sexiness vibe that I've been sending off that's been making you
       edgy.”
       "That would be the root of it all," she fired back without
       thinking, "I don't wear sexy underwear for just anyone." Her
       eyes widened and her flush clawed down her neck to spread across
       her collarbones. "Oh please tell me I didn't just say that out
       loud."
       "So, Mr. Bogart, are you on break or is there a chance I can
       steal you away for a little while?" she inquired, "Maybe sneak
       off somewhere that we don't have to... uh," she quirked an
       eyebrow, "op-stay on the the issing-kay."
       He gave another chuckle, “That's just my mom, being
       over-protective. She isn't aware that her baby has been grown up
       for ages now, and a lot more experienced than she wants to give
       him credit for. She will learn to manage.” He slipped two
       fingers under her chin, raising it a bit and causing her breath
       hitch, her heart hammering. He was silent for a long moment,
       studying every inch of her face before murmuring, “God, Syd.
       You're so beautiful.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she smiled
       softly as he pulled her closer and brushed his lips against her
       cheek.
       "You..." Need your eyes checked, "You are very sweet, thank
       you."
       “And now you've mentioned the whole new wardrobe thing,” He
       clicked his tongue in a reprimanding manor and her stomach
       twisted hotly, her teeth catching her bottom lip again. “As if I
       could stay here a minute longer. Let's head out to someplace
       with more issing-kay, and a few other aughty-nays, as well..”
       "Oh god yes, please." The words tumbled out of her mouth before
       she could catch them and she was already out of the booth as the
       last syllable left her lips. She paused, adjusting her skirt
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       on the table. She licked her lips, smirking over at her
       boyfriend and offering him her hand.
       "What are you waiting for, Mr. Middleton?" She teased, "Let's
       get out of here and get on to less... publicly appropriate
       activities, yes?"
       #Post#: 831--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Carrie's Corner
       By: Mascii Date: December 24, 2013, 4:54 am
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       Reese Middleton
       “Oh, is that what it is?!” a deep chuckle came from deep in his
       throat and she swallowed hard again. “I thought it was my pure
       sexiness vibe that I've been sending off that's been making you
       edgy.”
       "That would be the root of it all, came the quick retort, making
       Reese arch an eyebrow, flattered. "I don't wear sexy underwear
       for just anyone." Her eyes widened and he could see the panic
       written across every muscle of her face. "Oh please tell me I
       didn't just say that out loud." Reese just laughed harder,
       shaking his head at how ridiculous she could be when she thought
       about things too hard.
       "So, Mr. Bogart, are you on break or is there a chance I can
       steal you away for a little while?"[/b] she inquired, "Maybe
       sneak off somewhere that we don't have to... uh," she quirked an
       eyebrow, "op-stay on the the issing-kay."
       He gave another chuckle, “That's just my mom, being
       over-protective. She isn't aware that her baby has been grown up
       for ages now, and a lot more experienced than she wants to give
       him credit for. She will learn to manage.” He slipped two
       fingers under her chin, raising it a bit and taking a long
       moment to silently study ever inch of her face. The heavy
       eyelashes, the petite little nose with the bit of an upcurve at
       the end, the softness in her eyes as she looked back at him, the
       slight twitch of her thin, impossibly arched eyebrows as she
       tried to bury her constant nervousness in vain. Then he
       breathlessly murmured, “God, Syd. You're so beautiful.” Her eyes
       fluttered closed and she smiled softly as he pulled her closer
       and brushed his lips against her cheek.
       "You... You are very sweet, thank you."
       "You still can't take a compliment, but you tease me constantly,
       so some spunky little corner of my Dora's mind knows exactly
       what she's got and how to use it," he smirked, tucking her hair
       behind one ear. “And now you've mentioned the whole new wardrobe
       thing,” He clicked his tongue at her, shaking his head slightly
       as if she was a child he was berating gently, “As if I could
       stay here a minute longer. Let's head out to someplace with more
       issing-kay, and a few other aughty-nays, as well..”
       "Oh god yes, please." She commented, almost before he had
       finished speaking. Already she was halfway out of the booth, and
       Reese let out another amused laugh at her eagerness - apparently
       she had been quite impatient while she had waited for him to
       come find her. She adjusted her skirt before starting to dig
       through her purse for a few dollars, and Reese cockily reached
       over and tugged her skirt a little, trying to make it crooked
       and force her to readjust it once more. He looked up into her
       face, the smirk on her face and little lick of her lips making
       him stare openly.
       "What are you waiting for, Mr. Middleton?" She teased, "Let's
       get out of here and get on to less... publicly appropriate
       activities, yes?"
       "I was just taking time to enjoy the view," he explained,
       slipping out of the booth and wrapping one large hand around her
       waist, pulling her to his hip and sniffing at her hair, "And I
       take time to smell the roses, too."
       A pointed cough behind him as Cayne slipped past, placing a full
       plate of eggs and bacon on the table in front of a customer.
       Reese rolled his eyes a little, leading Syd along by the waist
       toward the door and tipping the brim of his imaginary hat while
       saying, "Dollface, let's say we blow this Popsicle stand!"
       Reese is done here.
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