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Short Temper with a Side of French Fries (Bentley)
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 6, 2011 23:09:11 GMT -6
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After the latest coffee shop debacle Andrew had collected some of his cash from the bank and headed to the mall. One of his shirts had been ruined and Andrew figured he might as well replace it now as later. This last one hadn't been kind to his clothes now that he thought about it. Why did he keep going to cafes when they ended up causing him such trouble? Caffeine addiction perhaps? Oh well. He had already seen to his shopping. He held a bag with a single shirt in it from some store or another. Andrew hadn't paid attention to the brand or where he'd bought it. As soon as he'd found an acceptable shirt at an acceptable price he was done.
Andrew had meant to get out of the den of shopping. However it was just a bit after lunch and his stomach reminded him in an audible fashion that it hadn't been fed as yet. So Andrew changed his direction and headed to the food court. Out of the typical food court fare Andrew picked a burger joint and got in line. By the look of it he'd be there for a few minutes. The person at the head of the line was arguing about something with the person at the register. The line thereby hemorrhaged people by the minute as those standing there got tired of waiting. It wasn't long before Andrew was behind the person at the front of the line and had a first row seat to the shouting match.
The reason was rather ridiculous. Apparently their drink hadn't been quite cold enough. That was all. No gross misconduct or health violations. Just a warm drink. Either the person was simply fond of yelling or was hoping to get a free meal if they raised enough hell. Andrew just shook his head and waited until they stopped yelling or security came. It didn't matter to him which happened. It would be a case of whichever happened first.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 7, 2011 0:15:15 GMT -6
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Bentley Mae pulled her wallet from the knapsack at her side. She sighed inwardly as she scooped out the dwindling bills within and handed some over to the person behind the register. As she stepped out of the shop and back into the lively world of the mall she remembered her last trip outside of her apartment. She had only just had to spend a bunch on new pointe shoes and there she was, having to scrap together money to buy a new pair of jeans. She was sick of wearing exercise clothing and sweat pants out and around the city while she ran her errands. It might not have been a need to be able to wear a good pair of jeans and a good band tee, but Bentley felt she deserved it. She was just glad that she now had two pairs of jeans to her name. She was carrying her new pair in a shopping bag in her right hand and wearing her only other pair.
Bentley felt the hem of her shirt slid up a bit as she rummaged through her wallet attempting to count her money and figure up if she could afford a bite to eat. She jerked the shirt back down to cover her toned tummy absentmindedly as she came to a decision. “Food court it is,” she mumbled to herself when her stomach grumbled hungrily.
She made her way to the food court and scanned the choices. She settled grumpily on a salad bar telling herself that she needed to eat healthy. It was then that she spotted the burger place. Her stomach gurgled as if to tempt her further. One more glance toward the salad bar and Bentley was off. The line for the burgers was shorter anyway.
She arrived to stand behind the last person in line. There was a person bickering in the front with the person behind the counter, and a man behind, and then there was Bentley. By no means could Bentley tone out the arguing. Bentley felt terrible for the poor worker behind the counter, the kid didn’t know what to do. Bentley looked from the bills in her hand and back to the arguing in the front of the line. Finally, she cut by the man second in line and beside the angry woman. “Here you go. Get her a cool drink, please.” Her quiet, gentle voice seemed to surprise both the woman and the kid behind the counter. The worker took the cash and began scooping ice into a new cup for the difficult customer. Bentley didn’t hear a single apology from the woman but she didn’t mind.
Now without enough money for a meal Bentley turned and made her way to the tables in the center of the food court. She could at least rest for a moment before heading back home.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 7, 2011 0:33:50 GMT -6
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Andrew was just about ready to pay the cashier to get the person a new drink when the girl that had been waiting in line behind him stepped forward and did just that. The shouting stopped as the poor schmuck behind the counter got the woman a fresh drink and the person who had interceded wasn't even thanked. After this the girl walked over to one of the tables and sat down. She'd been waiting in line to get food and now wasn't going to? That led Andrew to surmise that she didn't have the cash for it now that she'd paid to shut down the shouting. That didn't sit well with Andrew at all.
After all the woman had been raising an unnecessary ruckus and now a girl was going to go without lunch just to shut her up? If he could have he would have taken her wallet right there and paid the girl back for her trouble. Andrew was certain that the woman had more than enough money. But he didn't. It wouldn't be right to steal from her. No matter how much he wanted to do just that. So Andrew did the next best thing. When it was finally his turn he ordered two cheeseburgers, two fries, a couple of waters instead of just one apiece.
Once he'd paid Andrew turned and located the girl again. She was sitting at the center of the food court. Taking his purchase and the food Andrew headed over to her table and sat down. Taking his own food off of the tray he pushed the other burger, fries, and water across the table to the girl.
"Here. You shouldn't have to go without lunch just because of some screaming banshee."
Andrew grabbed one of his one fries and ate it quickly before smiling at her.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 7, 2011 1:34:50 GMT -6
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Bentley was resting. Her arms were crossed atop the table and her face was hidden in them. That was until she felt someone else’s presence before her. She heard the chair across the table scrap the floor and knew someone had sat across from her. She hoped she wouldn’t disappoint them when she sat up. They probably just thought she was someone else. She really didn’t want to embarrass them but she had to sit up at one point or another. So she straightened…and was surprised to see the man from the burger line. She felt her mouth gape slightly as he pushed a tray full of food towards her.
She said nothing as he mentioned the woman from only moments before. She really didn’t know what to say, she was still in shock. Then he introduced himself.
“I’m-My name’s…I’m Bentley.” Her nervous laugh tinkled and she attempted a friendly smile. She extended her arm across the table to shake hands a bit excitedly. She jerked it awkwardly back to herself when she remembered how rude it was to reach across another’s food. She grinned somewhat goofily and laughed her nervous laugh again. “Sorry.” Bentley rubbed her upper arm to keep her nails away from her mouth. Instead, she nibbled her lower lip.
With another glance down toward the tray of food in front of her Bentley shook her head slowly. “You didn’t have to do this.” She gestured shyly toward the burger, fries, and water.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 7, 2011 1:49:09 GMT -6
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Andrew chuckled. He remembered a time when he would have stumbled over his words like that when he'd met someone. It wasn't that long ago actually. Kealey and the others at the Mansion had done him a world of good in that respect. He could actually associate with others without fear. Well, that was a lie. The fear was still there. It just didn't have as much of a stranglehold on him as it used to.
"Pleasure to meet you."
The newly identified Bentley reached across the table to shake his hand before quickly withdrawing it and apologizing. Andrew just smiled.
"It's fine."
Her next move was to regard the food he'd bought her and claim he hadn't needed to do it. Andrew ate another fry and then shook his head.
"Maybe not, but the fact of the matter is that you beat me to the same action."
Andrew gave a shrug and opened up his water.
"Besides, it's just not in me to let you spend your last dollar on someone that ungrateful."
That said, Andrew took a drink of his water. The fries were salty after all and after having eaten only a couple he'd needed a drink.
"So, Bentley, what do you do? Work, School, that sort of thing?"
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 7, 2011 5:11:21 GMT -6
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Bentley smiled as he admitted that he had been contemplating the same action she’d performed. She fidgeted in her seat, even while attempting to appear calm. She nodded before picking up a fry of her own and hesitantly taking a bite, no, a nibble. ‘I probably really shouldn’t be eating this so close to auditions.’ She shrugged before placing the remaining part of French fry into her mouth. She was still chewing when Andrew asked what it was that she did. She swallowed before answering. “Oh, I’m a student at Julliard.” There was that proud chest-puffing feeling again. ‘Well, I do deserve to be proud, don’t I? I earned it, didn’t I?’
“I’m a dancer.” It took a moment for her to realize what that statement could apply to in a city like New York. She blushed hotly. “A ballet dancer,” she emphasized the word in embarrassment. She began rambling in nervousness then. “I want to finish school here and then join a professional troupe or something. Hopefully, I get my choice of who I dance with. I don’t know if I’m that good though.” Her voice trailed off as she realized she was going on and on. She mumbled a single word, “Sorry.”
Again with the apologies! Sometimes she wasn’t even sure what she was saying sorry about. Her eyes were on the tray in front of her instead of on Andrew’s face. Her hand darted out for another fry and she chewed it over, hoping it would shut her up for the time being.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 7, 2011 13:14:25 GMT -6
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A brief look of surprise ran across Andrew's face. A student of dance at Julliard? Julliard wasn't exactly an average school. Therefore even if she was bottom of her class there, which he doubted, she'd be a good dancer.
"Well you must be very talented and I guess I should have gotten you something from the salad bar instead."
Dancers had to watch what they ate didn't they? Andrew didn't right know but it seemed like they would. She apologized again but for what Andrew hadn't the foggiest. Being proud and enthusiastic about her dream? That was normal wasn't it? The injury he'd gotten from Spikes had hurt quite a bit but he was proud of it in a way. He'd gotten it while trying to help someone else so he couldn't be too bummed about it.
"No need to apologize. It's a good goal."
Andrew unwrapped his burger and took a bite. Not the best he'd had but it certainly wasn't horrible. Above average at a guess.
"So, where are you from?"
Andrew sort of wondered whether or not she'd end up asking him a few questions in return. It didn't matter either way but the fewer questions asked of him the less likely she'd learn he was a mutant. Until he could be certain of her stance on such things it was best to seem human. And besides, at the moment she wasn't much more than a stranger that he was having lunch with.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 7, 2011 20:30:06 GMT -6
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A smile returned to Bentley’s face as Andrew complimented her. Maybe the city wasn’t so overrun with rude and heartless people as she had thought. She watched him as he unwrapped his cheeseburger and took a bite. She hesitated to pick her own up. It felt a little awkward to be taking food from a stranger, even if that stranger was perfectly charming and even attractive. The strange feeling might have been coming from the fact that she felt as if she were somehow being rude. That was always her problem when it came to meeting new people. She was scared of offending them or of them not liking her for some reason.
When she finally unwrapped the cheeseburger it looked ridiculous in her hands. It dwarfed her already small hands and she wasn’t sure how to attack it. She looked down at it, oblivious to Andrew, her lips twisted in a quizzical pucker. Apparently, the mall’s burger place used three slabs of ‘meat’ in their burgers, with about a pound of cheese. That is an exaggeration but that’s not what Bentley thought. The burger really was a rather large one. Especially since Bentley wasn’t used to feasting upon such a meal. Finally, she huffed and sat it back onto the tray atop the wrapper. She glanced around the food court and spotted the condiment stand.
By then Andrew had asked her where she was from. She didn’t even process it at the moment. Her stomach was ruling over her at the moment. It was growling almost angrily.
With her eyes sparkling Bentley turned back toward Andrew. “Give me a second.” She stood and hurried over the condiment stand and snagged a plastic pouch of utensils. When she made it back to the table she was sharing with the dark haired man she had already torn the pouch open. She sat back in her chair and smiled across the table at Andrew. “Sorry, I’m starving.” She did take her time to answer him before she tucked into her food. “I grew up in Georgia. Believe it or not…I never left there until my audition for Julliard. And then I didn’t even stay here for three days, and my daddy was with me.” She grinned, proud of herself for not stuttering in nervousness.
She was chewing over her first cheesy bite of burger when the heat of a blush hit her. ‘Did people here usually call their father’s Daddy?’ So much for getting over her shyness.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 7, 2011 21:10:18 GMT -6
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Andrew chuckled as Bentley decided that the burger was too big for her to eat without utensils. He took another couple of bites while she was off grabbing those and had moved on to attacking his fries again when she returned. When she returned she apologized yet again and then answered his question. She was from Georgia. Andrew grinned and let his voice take on it's Kentucky twang.
"I'm from Kentucky myself. Been here almost three years now."
That was a sufficiently vague response to her answer. Other than his state of origin and his name she'd know next to nothing about him. Of course if she were truly determined she could look him up with just that information. Then again she probably wasn't out to get him. Andrew had managed to mostly rid himself of the notion that everyone he knew could possibly betray him. It was still a concern but he managed to bury it deep enough not to let it affect how he interacted with people anymore. Though it did mean that he tried to pay more attention to suspicious behavior. Bentley wasn't suspicious though.
"I hadn't left Kentucky before when I came up here. Of course I haven't been back since so it evens out I suppose."
A few more fries and a swallow water later and Andrew was debating what to say next. Conversations with strangers had never been his forte. Of course this was exacerbated by the fact that he was trying not to reveal that he was a mutant and thus was being vague. The standard 'what's your power?' question that most mutants ended up asking upon meeting couldn't apply here.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 7, 2011 22:34:39 GMT -6
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The small girl giggled quietly as Andrew let a slight accent slip loose. A frown pulled down the corners of her lips as he revealed that he had not been back to his home in a long while. “You haven’t been back to Kentucky?” She couldn’t imagine that. She loved her home too much. The poor girl was already homesick. She longed for the fresh air and tall grass so badly it almost hurt. More painful was the fact that she wasn’t there with her father. And it was nearing that dreadful date. A sharp pang ricocheted in her chest at the thought. She had never been away from home on the anniversary, what would her father do without her there? What would she do without him?
She felt her eyes moisten and she inhaled deeply in an attempt to hold the tears at bay. “Why?” She tried to focus back on the conversation between herself and Andrew. She couldn’t understand how he could be so…so at peace about not going back to where he had grown up. [color=lightpink“Wasn’t it nice there?”[/color] She was utterly confused. “Don’t you miss your family? Or did they come with you?”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 7, 2011 23:15:20 GMT -6
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Bentley didn't seem to quite understand why he hadn't gone back to Kentucky and asked him why. She went so far as to mention his family and ask whether they came with him or not. Andrew tossed another fry into his mouth and thought about his answer.
"My family didn't come with me and I have no real desire to go back." he smirked humorlessly, "We aren't terribly close. Not that I hate them or have any quarrel with them. We just simply aren't that close."
There was more to it than that but that covered the situation in a nutshell while leaving out the underlying cause of it. His mutation had made it difficult for him to trust anyone when it first showed up. Most of that distrust, verging on mild paranoia, was gone now. Back then though, he'd pushed everyone away and had been hurt when his parents hadn't even tried to prevent it. Now he simply didn't care that much. His relationship with his parents was what it was and he was content to stay here.
"Mind you they don't make any effort either. So it doesn't bother me to stay here where I have friends, a place to live, and a decent job."
He glanced at Bentley when he finished answering her question, silently wondering she wanted to know anything else.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 9, 2011 2:37:00 GMT -6
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Bentley sensed that the man across from her was hiding something. She really just could not imagine being so distant from family. It actually made her feel a little upset. She was envious of the people that were still able to take for granted that they had most of their family. She tried not to seem too curious or emotional about the matter, she didn’t want to pry. That would be noisy and rude. Instead she attempted to seem unaffected by stabbing another bit of burger and bringing it to her mouth.
Suddenly, she realized that she had revealed what she did to the charming stranger but hadn’t asked him for the same information in return. She swallowed. Her hazel eyes traveled back up to Andrew’s face before Bentley thought about asking. Hesitation clamped her mouth shut again. Finally, she spoke up. “So…what is it you do? You must have a job or a hobby? You’ve been here for a while after all.” The blush seemed to haunt her; she just couldn’t get rid of it. ‘Why do I have to be so socially awkward?’ She really didn’t want to appear so weird to Andrew. Although, it was probably a little too late for that.
She nibbled on a fry as she waited for Andrew’s answer. She really wanted to know more about the man. He seemed interesting, just something about him made her curious to learn more. But she calmed herself slightly, not wanting to seem over eager or pushy. She would wait to see what he would share.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 9, 2011 18:04:00 GMT -6
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She didn't seem to understand or accept what he'd said about his family. It was all true. The only thing he'd left out was the sundering point, or in other words his mutation. Insofar as such things go Andrew thought his seperation from his family wasn't all that bad. There were no hard feelings on either side that he knew of and both Andrew and his parents seemed happy enough to leave it alone. At Bentley's question Andrew half-smiled.
"Well I originally came for college. However I quit a little bit back to think about my major and ended up with a job as a secretary of sorts at a private school. As far as hobbies go," Andrew paused, "boxing is pretty much it. That's just as much for exercise as it is for self defense. I've got a knack for getting myself into bad situations."
That sounded good and it was true too. Lying by omission was a great way to delude yourself into not feeling quite so bad for not telling the entire truth. Of course he thought back to when he'd discovered that Kealey was an X-Man and what exactly the group entailed. It wasn't quite as pleasant to be on the receiving end of such a lie but Andrew had understood then and had only wanted answers. If Bentley became a good friend and asked for the real answers then he'd give them.
Andrew leaned back in his chair and ate some more of his meal. What would she want to know next? An anecdote from one of the 'bad situations' he'd mentioned? There was a reason why Andrew had ceased asking questions and that was because he was rubbish at thinking of them for a stranger.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 9, 2011 18:52:28 GMT -6
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Bentley swallowed hard as she noticed that her eyes had wandered away from Andrew’s face. Instead her hazel eyes were taking in his arms. It must have been his talk of boxing of that had her already jumbled focus shifting. She cleared her throat in discomfort and yanked her gaze away from him and down to the food in front of her. So confusing where her emotions lately. Ever since that park encounter with- well, she wouldn’t go there; it was a somewhat lengthy story.
She wasn’t sure what to talk about next. What exactly did one talk about to a stranger? Bentley tried to think of all the movies she had seen in which perfect strangers held conversations. It didn’t help her too much; the only movies she really watched all that much of were romances. That wouldn’t do.
Bentley allowed for her eyes to travel back to his. “A secretary? Like you answer phones and take messages and such?” In her mind, there was a mental image of Julliard’s secretary. A wide, plump woman with little tiny glasses perched just on the tip of her nose. Light brown hair that was fading into gray in places piled high atop her head, tittering on the brink of disaster. The woman’s thin lips were always painted bright red and puckered into a constant scowl. And the voice, oh, the voice was the worst part of all. The droning tone tried to drag Bentley into a deep coma every time she heard it. It was because of this woman that Bentley avoided the front office as much as possible. Bentley giggled at the thought of Andrew having anything in common with that gnome. Her tiny hand flew up to cover her mouth, in a failed attempt to suppress the laugh. “I’m so sorry.” The blush had returned but this time it was because Bentley was ashamed of how she’d reacted to the man sharing something of himself with her. It wasn’t that she was making fun of him; she would never do such a thing. But she wasn’t sure if he would understand that she wasn’t. “I wasn’t-It’s just that…Well, I just pictured something in my mind.” Bentley cringed. How absurd she must sound to Andrew?
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Apr 9, 2011 19:43:16 GMT -6
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Andrew chuckled at her reaction to his job. The questions would seem to mean that she don't believe that he'd do that sort of work. Following those she'd laughed and apologized for it. The explanation being that apparently he'd made her think of something funny.
"Quite alright. And yes, I answer phones when my boss isn't in his office, take messages, and I handle some paperwork among other things. Technically Sam offered me a job as his 'assistant' but so far it's meant the same thing as secretary. Still, it's a decent job so no point in complaining."
Andrew finished off the last few bites of his cheeseburger and moved on to finishing the fries. Truthfully Andrew enjoyed his place at the Mansion. Sure he wanted to do more but the knowledge that he just wasn't able to do more prevented him from even asking about it. What use would someone like him be to them? Maybe eventually he'd get there but Andrew felt that he was in no way ready for anything more than being a greeter and assistant.
"That and since it's at a school every now and again I get to show a new student around the place. It's interesting to see the new kids."
Especially since they were mutants of all shapes and sizes. That tended to make introductions and paperwork a mite more interesting than they would be at a mundane school.