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[Daphne Popplehale]

A balanced person might have been deterred by Jack's obvious disinterest. Daphne merely assumed his averted glance and monosyllabic answers to be a sign of the handsome man's shyness. She nearly aww-ed at him, but allowed her attention to be diverted to the gruff man who had seemingly come out of nowhere. As the young man spoke in disgruntled tones to tall, dark, and stubbly, Daphne tried to catch the older man's eye. She looked from him to Jack, then back, and finished everything with a wink.

The clink resulting from the plate hitting the counter brought Daphne's full attention back to lover boy. She smiled at his flourish. Daphne attempted to shoot some bedroom eyes in his direction, and she was met with the first flirtation of the night (never mind that the poor boy had not intended that interpretation in the slightest).

"Oh, yes!" she happily exclaimed to his whipped cream query. Out of pleasure she shook her behind, hoping it would also make her breasts bounce under her shirt. "I can't get enough whipped cream." Daphne batted her lashes.

[Cece Archer]

Cece was just drinking her coffee. Drinking her coffee and ignoring the girl next to her. She didn’t exist. Daphne Popplehale did not exist and she was not sitting next to her acting like a complete moron. For a moment Cee wondered what kind of world it would be without Daphne in it. She imagined she would have had a lot less to gossip about at Hogwarts and in all probability a lot more time on her hands because of it.

Bringing her coffee to her lips (more so she had something to mask the upward turn the corners of her mouth seemed to be making than the fact she was in any way thirsty) Cece briefly closed her eyes as the young man behind the counter offered whipped cream. If her hands had been free, and she was watching the events unfold from a further distance she probably would have brought her palm to her forehead in sympathy. Although she very much doubted that Daphne would have noticed anything she did at this stage her attention was so fully focused on the person behind the counter. She considered for a moment testing this theory and a brief flash of herself turning cartwheels through the diner as Daphne continued to stare on met her minds eye before she quickly changed her train of thought at the next words to fly out of the woman’s mouth.

"I can't get enough whipped cream."

Not original perhaps but Cece couldn’t help but admire her ability to make the simplest of offers completely inappropriate. Not that Cee could talk, she had been the one to start a conversation based on the premise of ‘have we met before? You look familiar’. Cee vaguely noted that Daphne appeared to be shaking her rear to express her excitement, prompting her original task of keeping her mouth shut and not laughing. Despite this she gave one large, and rather unflattering snort of laughter into her coffee, which she tried to cover with a lengthy coughing fit.

Eyes watering she emerged hitting the expanse of chest just where her neck joined her torso for show, she shrugged sheepishly and offered a small “oh excuse me” as she returned to further burying herself in her coffee turning her back somewhat on Daphne as to avoid annother 'coughing fit'.

[Daphne Popplehale]

The vile hacking drew Daphne's attention away from Jack, the whipped cream, and the delicious smelling pie. Daphne's nose crinkled in disgust at what appeared to be a consumptive fit. While she waited for the coughing to subside, Daphne finally recognised the girl next to her. Daphne did not recall the young woman's name, of course, but did recognise her as a gossipy bitch from the old Hogwarts days. A glare was quickly delivered to the witch, and Daphne tried to decide the best course of action for addressing the highly dramatic reunion.

An airy squirting sound diverted Daphne away from considering how much more meaningful a confrontation using a name would have been. She looked over to her pie, which was already buried under a layer of whipped cream. Her anger turned to elation as she noted the young man doing just as told: he was covering the entire pie and still building the peak of whipped cream. A giggle was her manner of approving his attention to customer service. She beamed at his pile of whipped cream when he had finished.

"Thankies!" Daphne exclaimed happily. Without hesitation she drove her fork into the pie, all while looking at the young man behind the counter with anticipation. She genuinely thought the guy was hot, but she was equally excited for the impending sugar rush. Daphne shoved a rather large piece into her mouth and started.

Mouth full, whipped cream on her lip, and wide eyed, she looked at the young man responsible for feeding her the unbelievably delicious food. "OHM MY GOAAH" Daphne remarked ecstatically while munching her food. Under normal circumstances she would have stopped shoving her face from time to time in order to talk. The pie did not allow such dalliances, not that she wanted to stop eating it. An orgasmic "MMMMMMM" sounded from her throat while she chewed her second large piece. She looked at him intensely, in order to convey the joy she was getting from her food. The third piece of her pie was accompanied by lighter "mmmm"s. Daphne closed her eyes and tossed back her head while savouring the flavour of the pie.

[[God-moding permission given by Jack]]

[Harry Scoleri]

His interest now given over entirely to watching the new customer, Jack's words barely registered in his mind. "Don't you have somewhere to be?" Returning the blonde's wink with a toothy smile, Harry allowed himself to be diverted from the sight of her exposed decolletage, as a slow grin spread across his face. "Not really," he drawled, raising his brows significantly as he met Jack's gaze.

Then, once again returning his attention to its proper place, Harry watched with unconcealed admiration as the woman threw herself at Jack with remarkable enthusiasm while the now forgotten hippie sputtered into her coffee next to her. A moment of his attention was diverted from the spectacle before him for the brunette's sake: he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the familiar looking girl's upstaging. After all, it 's hard to beat something like-

Damn.

His attention now once again fully engaged as the blonde began licking and moaning her way through a small mountain of Ready Whip, Harry's head shook back and forth briefly. As the girl came to the orgasmic conclusion of her display, he gave a brief cluck of acknowledge as she finished off the pie with her eyes closed, head tossed carelessly back, and possibly (he couldn't quite tell from the angle he was sitting at) touching herself.

"Hell," he said, barely registering the fact that he was speaking aloud. "Jesus, kid- you've got to teach me to cook like that."

[Jack Scoleri]

Nodding briefly and attempting a half smile as the odd new arrival thanked him, Jack had already half turned to begin arguing with Harry when she shoved an abnormally large amount of pie in her mouth. Why, Jack thought, watching with a mixture of horror and fascination as the girl chewed with obvious enthusiasm, lapping up whipped cream in what was clearly meant to be a titillating display, why did I have to even offer?"

Squirming as the woman began to moan, Jack looked in bewildered shock first at Harry who was too engrossed in the display to even notice, and then at his other customer. Clearly uneasy and entirely unsure of what to make of the display, he began pulling once again at the cowlick at the back of his head, and tried not to stare as the blonde went into orgasmic overdrive. Maybe not so much blood next time.

With something of the sensation of watching a train wreck, Jack found himself once again inadvertently drawn into watching the girl before him, all the while trying his hardest not to. Picking up his dish rag, he tried to busy himself with drying another coffee cup without the slightest bit of success. As silly as he knew it must seem, there was something endlessly enticing about watching other people eat, particularly since he no longer could (in any traditional sense at least). In fact, it was part of the reason why he did spend most of his nights working at a decaying diner in the seediest section of town, and the obvious delight with which the nut-job was consuming his pie was practically impossible for him to resist. While his interest in watching the proceedings differed greatly from Harry's, he was no less able to resist sneaking a glance just as she threw he head back.

The sight of her exposed neck, accompanied with the tiny sighs she was letting out, and the sight of the slight, barely perceptible crumb of pie left on her mouth hit him all at once. For a fraction of a second, the only thought he had in mind was grabbing for her neck, flinging her down on the counter, and draining her right then and there.

Startled by the sudden violence of the desire, he immediately dropped the cup he was holding, letting it crash to the ground. His eyes now wide with fright and the desire to flee, Jack began speaking all at once. "Sosorry- Didn'tmeantodropit.I'lljustgetthebroomandtidythis-" Not bothering to finish the sentence, he sprinted towards the kitchen door, slamming it shut behind him.

[Daphne Popplehale]

Daphne giggled appreciatively at the burly man's comment. The counter boy only gave her greater pleasure by running back to the stores in a fit of shyness. "Awwwwww," she commented with a huge grin and an affectionate tilt of her head. "He's so adorably schmexy!" was happily cooed at Jack's retreating back.

A dreamy sigh emitted from Daphne before she swivelled on her seat and faced the lumberjack. She licked a small splat of whipped cream from her lower lip before addressing the man who was clearly familiar with her Adonis. "'ello, handsome. " Daphne beamed at him as she gave him a suggestive wink. "I'm Daphne," she stuck out her chest as her posture straightened and put her hand out to Hercules. "And I wonder if you would be so kind as to tell me who your sweet friend is?"

[Harry Scoleri]

Somewhat alarmed by Jack's reaction, Harry was already halfway out of his chair, planning to see what was the matter. However, the girl's use of the word "schmexy" and her chorus of "awws" made him pause long enough to cock his head to stare at her. As wonderfully attention seeking and scantily clothed as she might be, even Harry had to admit her vocabulary choices left much to be desired. He could only imagine the horror of having to bang and fang his way through a plethora of "schmexys" and "adorables," especially with the smell of wet cat and general air of bat shit crazy that hung about the blonde. Well, he thought, eyeing her cleavage with a critical eye momentarily, "Maybe if there was whipped cream involved."

"'ello, handsome. "

His attention diverted for the moment from further contemplation of her chest, Harry responded to the girl's wink with a slight grin, taking Jack's sudden absent as his cue to reach for the cigar in his breast pocket. "I'm Daphne, and I wonder if you would be so kind as to tell me who your sweet friend is?"" Not missing a beat as he located the cigar with one hand and shook the blonde's with the other, he replied, "Harry. And my- what was it- "adorably schmexy" friend there is... Reginald. Reginald Harper." Inserting the fresh cigar in his mouth, he paused to light it with a contemplative air.

"Old Reg..." He let himself trail off before leaning in conspiratorially towards the woman. "He's quite shy, you know. Doesn't get out enough. Damn near terrified of beautiful women. He really needs more people his age willing to drop by his place and get him out of the house." Harry was already reaching for a napkin and his pen and trying to remember Reginald's address before he added, "You wouldn't happen to know anyone willin' to do that, would you?"

[Daphne Popplehale]

A massive giggle erupted from Daphne as the lumberjack chatted to her about dear, muse-like, Adonis of pie Reggiekins. Hiding her grin was impossible, and she looked on hopefully and helpfully as the man told her about his buddy Reg. By the time he had finished, Daphne's determination had increased beyond its initial power.

"So," she said lowly, attempting to be cute, as she looked behind her to the back room Reggie had run off to and then back to 10 o'Clock Shadow, "how do you make him come?" Daphne pressed her right forefinger to her bottom lip in an obviously acted manner. "Just call?"

Without waiting for a reply, she spun around and called sweetly, "OOOOOOH, REEEEGGGGIIIIIEEE!" She looked at the burly man and shot him another wink. "Do you want to come with me after work and watch the new 'Kochira Katsushika-ku Kameari Kōen-mae Hashutsujo' DVD I just pick up?" Her second question had been as loud as her call to Regadonis, because Daphne didn't want such a lonely cutie to miss her promising invitation.

[Harry Scoleri]

"So, how do you make him come?"

"Well," Harry said, scratching at his chin, "When he was younger I had this dog whistle... but his mother kinda 'objected' to it when he started screeching at high pitched noises..."

Trailing off as the blonde loudly chose her own method of getting Jack's attention, Harry half shrugged, before taking another drag off his cigar. For a moment he cocked his head in confusion at the title the girl had spouted off to entice Jack back to her chambers, before deciding it was clearly some sort of coded invitation for freaky, Oriental sex. Not good. Not good at all. Frowning as he assessed the situation, and the blonde swung kittenishly back to look at him in her seat, Harry imagined having to clean up the mess her "invitation" would probably lead to. Kid can barely handle himself as it is and blood stains are hell to get off the laundry.

Now somewhat alarmed, Harry hastened to do the first thing that came to mind to get rid of the girl. Grabbing her by both shoulders, he looked deeply into her eyes, and lowered his voice to glamouring level. "You should go HOME, now. I'll make sure he'll pop on over when he recovers from the shock." Giving her a slight shove towards the door, he shrugged and turned back towards the counter. Effectively considering her dismissed and forgetting the brunette in the corner for the moment, Harry lazily hopped over the counter and pushed open the door to the kitchen.

"Everything all right in here?" he asked, peering into the room. "What the fuck happened back there?"

[Cece Archer]

The general hilarity (what with the poor defenceless and apparently deathly shy dropping crockery in response to Daphne's Display) of the situation was not lost on Cece. Even with her back turned and her eyes deftly glued to her coffee she could feel the urge to laugh bubbling up in her throat, causing her face to redden and the corners of her mouth to turn down in a very forced, rather uncomfortable frown.

dead kittens, bowel cancer, not getting the internship, dead kittens, being publicly humiliated by john or harry, or whatever his name was, not getting the internship...

Listing the worst things she could think of had been a technique she had employed (to little success) in her Hogwarts years whenever Daphne had decided to so something completely ridiculous, which was, more or less, all the time, she had forced herself not to laugh, to keep her mouth shut and refuse to let giggles erupt from her mouth until she was at least one corridor away. It was all well and good when she was within sprinting distance from a laughing safe haven but when she was sitting in a diner with an unpaid bill and no clue as to when it's soul employee was to return (he had been looking for that broom for a while) it was hardly effective.

the holocaust, famine, the AIDS epidemic, genocide

She seemed to have hit some level of success with this last point and struggled to remember a rather depressing film her socially conscious grandmother had made her watch fresh out of Hogwarts, she couldn't recall much about it, other than it was set in Africa and was the most depressing movie she had ever seen. The cinematic images rose vaguely behind her eyes and with some relief she felt the urge to burst out laughing peter out. She let out an almost relieved(but largely depressed sigh) before Daphne once again chose to speak.

"Do you want to come with me after work and watch the new 'Kochira Katsushika-ku Kameari Kōen-mae Hashutsujo' DVD I just pick up?"

Laugh again rising in her chest, Cece sent bit down on her lip and brought her eyes to the ceiling, back to square one.

That was until she heard that voice. She inhaled slowly, her hands going to softly cup the warmth of her coffee cup as she felt herself involuntarily lean towards it.

Just as quickly as it had started, the voice stopped and Cece found herself sitting uncomfortably on the edge of her seat coffee in hand and staring at the back of Harry/John as he jumped over the counter to join his friend.

[Daphne Popplehale]

Previously torn between slapping the hulk in a romantically dramatic fashion and deeming him either a frisky-foo-foo or a molesting tom, the decision was made for Daphne as she was informed to leave. His words were compelling, and though she did not want to leave her Regadonis Godly Prince Butt, she trusted he would come by and retrieve her. Daphne was already planning all of the anime shows they could watch as she merrily made her way to do the door. She was nearly drunk with happiness and something else, not that she cared at all enough to question what the something else might have been.

"LATER REGGIE-POO" she shouted jovially as she flung the door open and began to swing herself out. "YOUR BLOUSE IS LOVELY, GOSSIP GIRLY!" Daphne commented mirthfully and sincerely. as the door began to close. Satisfied and enthralled, she stepped out into the poorly lit street.