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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.
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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.
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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..”
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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?"
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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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