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Topic Started: Aug 1 2016, 02:05 PM (546 Views)
Dannyrulx
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((Maria Cucinotta, continued from Morning Dew))


Ah Diamondback. Possibly one of the nicest ice-cream parlours she'd had the pleasure of visiting outside of Italy. It was strange, she reflected, how an Italian girl like her ended up loving American ice cream like Ben and Jerry's, moreso than her countries' traditional gelato. She giggled at the thought, knowing that her dad would probably kill her if he knew of her little guilty pleasure.

Well, not literally. It would be pretty crazy to kill your only daughter for a little cultural preference, far, far crazier than Pa was. The door of the parlour opened with a little jingle as the bell above the door rang out. She'd always found that cute actually, and it was another thing that separated Italy from America. Back when she was a kid, you'd never find bells above doors. Still didn't in most places.

The air conditioning was the first thing to hit her, as it was when entering most places in Arizona. Everything had air conditioning. The school had it, the stores had it, the houses had it, hell, even the trailers had freakin' air con. You'd be crazy not to have if what with how hot it was. And boy was today hot.

The second thing to hit her was the two students in here. Kimoko, the Taiwanese chick who she knew for two reasons, them being she was Taiwanese, and she couldn't talk. Something about an accident after she was born or something. In a way, they shared that, although it was debatable if losing the ability to speak was worse or better than losing your mother.

The other student was... Caleb. Goddamit that would be awkward. Why did she always bump into him when she'd put zero effort into her appearence? I mean, it wasn't like she put lots of makeup on, normally a bit of eyeshadow and some lipstick was enough, sometimes a little concealer if the zits had been coming out, which was rare nowadays, but still. Was bumping into the dude when she'd run a straightener through hair hair recently and had put some lipstick on too much? The guy was stupid cute!

I mean sure, he was hunched over constantly, but the bleached blond hairdo with the classic Californian tanned skin and blue eyes... Goddamn if that guy didn't have a lot going for him. If he worked a bit on the muscles he'd be making every freakin' girl in the school drippy, no doubt. As it was though, he did a very good job of almost making her that anyway.

They hadn't noticed her yet, as they were signing to each other, something which always made her embarrassed for some reason. Three languages she could speak, but sign wasn't one of 'em. To be honest, she'd never really put any effort into learning it; the only time she'd ever had someone who communicated in sign was a hearing-impaired kid back in England. She'd learned precisely one word from him, that being hello. Then again, a wave could do that far better than anything else, so even that was useless.

Aaand Caleb had seen her. Speak of the devil and all that she guessed, because there was no their way to justify the sudden glance upwards in her position, unless perhaps Kimiko had noticed her walking the same direction as her and told him. Or the bell had alerted him to the fact someone had walked in. Quite possibly the latter. She waved.
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Rock Paper Scissors? Payment, right? It was always for payment. Or they were debating flavours, either would be a reasonable assumption. Since both of them had acknowledged her, she supposed she could talk to them, or she could get ice cream and then talk to them. The sweat dripping down her neck said ice cream, so that was what she went for.

She walked up to the counter, the bored looking server barley dignifying her with a glance. As per usual, the choice temporarily paralysed her. She would have to look up why this was. Did it only happen to her? Was it a general thing? Were humans naturally overloaded by choice?

Or was it that she was going to get chocolate fudge and vanilla as she did litterally every single time she came into this store? It was the latter of course. The other questions could be saved for Google, but this was urgent. "Gimmie a medium tub with choco-fudge and vanilla." The teen nodded and reached down, just as she did to grab her purse.

She flicked through her purse. One single dollar bill and a fifty. Plus random change... The ice cream was $4.40, which she'd always found a bit pricy, but as it was she couldn't afford it without handing over big cash. Sighing, she gave the sign to give her a sec to the server and walked over to Kimko and Caleb. "Guys, really sorry to bother you, but do you have any small notes? I've only got a fifty and the ice cream's like, five dollars."
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Good god Irene was like a wirlwind of hyperactivity and ice cream. And small change. She swiped the cash, let the fifty tumble from her fingers and into Irene's... Interestingly coloured wallet. She grinned at the clerk, a cross between "Happy now?" And "Gimmie the 'cream before I murder you," and picked up the tub, stabbing the brightly coloured plastic spoon into the mess of brown, black and white, and spooned rich, sugary deliciousness into her mouth.

Now that her concentration wasn't on the ice cream, she turned to Hurricane Irene. Already babbling away in sign, she was... Butting into the conversation in a much less subtle way that Maria had managed to achieve. "Irene... How do you have that many small bills in your wallet? That was a fifty, and there was change to spare.... Are you insane?!"

Sure, it might be a bit hypocritical since she had had a fiftty, but she had had a fifty and nothing else. Irene had had loads of cash. Still did actually. Jesus she must be loaded. Like, incredibly wealthy. Maybe as wealthy as that prick Rea that she had bumped into on the weekend.
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