Despite her name, Beth Cook couldn't cook for beans. Literally. The one time she tried to cook beans, they came out roasted. And they weren't coffee beans. So instead of suffering through her own cooking, Beth had taken the excuse to do some exploring of her new city. She'd stumbled across this place by accident, but gods, the food was filling and that was all she asked.

Actually, that was all she usually asked. These past few days, Beth had been eating mainly meat for some reason. At the moment, the nineteen year old was in heaven because this place had this sausage-thing that was amazing. The savory taste had her literally drooling, which was slightly embarassing. Hopefully no one had noticed.

The girl was wearing green exercise pants with racer stripes and a sporty tanktop. To fit with the image, her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and her sweater of the day was a energetic and unfaded forest, with threads of glittering gold. Her charm bracelet ajingle, Beth ate slowly and neatly, savoring every bite. Around her neck a jade pendent with an ox carved on it swung away and against her skin, as the girl leaned backwards slightly, relaxing between bites.

Adonis wasn't really eating, just staring at the food. See, for somone as beautiful as him it was hard to just accept food as a need or comfort. Youhave to look at the food as a bulge or bit of cellute even, god forbid, a blemish. So, he couldn't enjoy his sausage dish as much as teh brown-haird girl next too him. He'd just have to content himself with the smell.
That mouth-watering smell.
"Stop it, Donny, " Yes, he has nicknames for himself. "You've worked to hard to give up this easily, you shouldn't have even come in here."

Of course, to anyone in the area, it looks like he's named the food, and is for some reason angry with it.

Zane took a large bite out of the sausage and savored the delicious but simple taste. He loved food that came from local places, but were better than any franchise could ever be. He took a long gulp from his drink, and then laid back in his seat.
"Well, thats the best thing I've had in a while!" he exclaimed as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked up at the tile ceiling. He often sat in this very seat, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles. He used to have plenty of adventures, back about 400 years ago. But really, things slowed down with the passing years. Now he was unemployed, out of school, too "young" to apply for college, and almost flat broke. Perhaps he should visit his parents...it had been a while since he did last. But he resolved, he had the rest of the afternoon, so why not hang around?

With that thought, he took another bite of his food, and then got up to refill his drink.

The guy next to her was making her nervous. He looked like he spent a lot of time on his appearance. He probably used a mirror. Beth was scared of mirrors, and by association people who liked them. And he talked to himself. Surprise surprise- that scared her. Beth hunched in her seat, necklace swinging away from her neck again to hang at a right angle to the ground.

Beth failed to notice the other occupant of the pub, for the sole reason that he had not yet given her a reason to be scared of him. Beth tended to exist in one of two states- blind panic or introspective. Neither one of them facsilitated conversation, naturally. Beth hadn't really had many friends in school. The nineteen year old was hoping to rectify that once the fall semester started.

Absentmindedly, Beth let her fork slip onto her plate as she stared off into empty space, focusing on a spiderweb in the corner of the room. Did anyone ever clean in here? Thoughts so occupied, Beth ran fingers through her hair, fingercombing the feathery brown strands.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Ruin my flat stomach with all your grease and protien.." Now he really was talking to his food, pointing at accusingly, glaring with angry eyes. "I'm not giving in, no siree, ever, never ever...EVER"
Half the sausage was in his mouth before he finished the sentence.

"Damn you." It sounds like it's directed at the girl, maybe, not at the half-eaten, inatimate food.

Beth hunched away from the stranger, trying to pretend she hadn't noticed his outburst. I mean, how are you supposed to react to someone like that? Beth settled for trying to make herself smaller, in the hopes she'd disappear. Why couldn't people be sane when in public?

"Uh, are you okay, sir?"
Zane was standing above Adonis, with drink in hand, and his other hand in his pocket. He was really confused about why a man would talk to themselves like that, and over a sandwich. He took a sip from his drink, and then looked at Adonis again.
"Is there something wrong?" he asked again. This guy was acting weird, and Zane knew weird. Like this one Dark Elf he once knew. She was totally crazy, and kept on trying to bite his ear of or ask why he wasn't in chains. Dark Elves were a femmininly dominated society, and pretty sexist. So they were weird. This guy...he didn't know. He took another long sip from his drink.

He looked at the Elf, head cocked to the side, very dog-like.
Chew, chew, chew.

"Fine, why do'ya ask?" Oh right, talking to his plate. Adonis blushes slightly, scratching his ear distractedly.
"Just a little...heavy?" That wasn't really the word, but his vocabulary was lacking. All the pressure of being in the rat race was getting to him, modeling was harder than it looked. Maybe.

"Heavy?...What?"
But Zane just shook his head and took a seat. He really didn't care, but it always helps to ask if something is wrong. And there is really something wrong to talking to yourself. He polished off his lunch and wiped his mouth, then just sat. There wasn't much to do today.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a small book. Well...it was stumpy and had small font, but was fairly thick, and pretty long, so really it was a big book. It was on the ciriculem for Keaton, but since he didn't get it, it wouldn't hurt to read it, would it?

And finally Beth noticed him. "That's for Keaton, right? I'm starting in the fall." Okay, talking to a, supposely, upperclassman, didn't make her feel that secure. But after a while, you get used to being scared of talking to people and get on with it anyway. And it was most definitely better than talking to the scary guy who talked to food.

Pushing her plate out of the way, having finished most of it anyway, Beth leaned on an elbow so as to be comfortable which observing her two strange and slightly unwelcome lunch companions. Only slightly, because she tried not to be judgemental about these things.

Two strange things, that. One, her interest in books. They weren't the obsession that some people had, but she still liked reading as much as any other passtime, and it was one of the few that didn't scare her, unlike sports, art and music(people judging her), and cooking, which she was just abysmal at. And two, the fact that she was already finished with her food. It was as if it wasn't her that had eaten it, which was just rediculous. She'd just been distracted by that spiderweb, which was beginning to grate on the nineteen year old's nerves.

Keaton. Keaton. Keaton. Why'd that sound so familiar?
Oh...that was that college-type-thing. Obviously, Adonis didn't go to college and barely understood the concept. As far as he was concerened, a benifit to being inspiration was lasting good looks, a.k.a a free ride through life.

"Gawd...you must have like a hallow leg or something.." Something like envy was in his voice, looking plaintivly from Bethany to the plate.

Beth blushed, looking down at her plate with slightly bewildered yellow-green eyes. That bewildered feeling was happening too often these days. It was probably the shots. She'd never trusted doctors. Her arm still ached, for god's sake, and the girl'd had the series half a month ago.

Try as she might, Beth just couldn't come up with a witty comeback. She just didn't have a great sense of humor- the darkhaired girl usually came up with what she should have said while lying in bed that night, staring at the streetlamp just outside her window. "Err... I guess I was hungry." The blush faded slowly as Beth smiled hesitantly, trying to make it seem like she was making a joke, even though she really didn't think it would work.

Beth asked herself silently why she was talking to the scary guy who probably liked mirrors anyway. A few seconds ago he'd been resolutely talking to his plate. Trying to pretend the last few minutes hadn't happened, Beth returned to her crash course in plate inspection. This one was white with a flower pattern, and had crimped edges like some pies had. She hadn't even left any gravy, the girl noticed with dismay, and even more embarrasment.

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Sorry I took so long to post.

"Yeah, it is." he replied, shutting the book on his finger so he could show her the cover and keep his page at the same time. She must be going also...well, not also. He couldn't, as he kept reminding himself. He was lost for words after that, however, because what sounded like an insult from the crazy man to the girl left him at a blank. He saw her blushing, so he would try to help get out of the topic, and her out of the embarrassment.
"So, if you know about this, then I assume you're going to be going to Keaton." he asked quickly.
"It must be exiting to go to college." he thought dreamily, thinking about it all. He was never good at homework or taking notes, but he had an excellent memory and was stupendous at tests and quizes.
"What's your major?"

It wasn't really an insult, more of an admiring exclamation. Adonis poked the food, watching the grease squirt out onto his plate, then slid tthe plate away.
All this talk of college and majors half-bored him, half made him wonder what else he could've done with his life.
Then the muse relised that was almost a deep thought, so resorted to staring at teh counter. Shiny.

Beth shot whoever he was a look of gratitude and answered him, a shade more swiftly than necessary. "Yeah, I'm starting this fall. Majoring in english lit." Which was as non-major as a non-major could get in her opinion. Beth was scared of decisionmaking, unsurprisingly.

If the crazy guy was taking counter-study, Beth was taking plate-study. Which was less interesting because there was less plate than counter. She was missing out, in fact, not that the girl was ever going to realize this. The green eyed girl just continued to pretend not to exist. Maybe in a few minutes she could get up without it looking like she was running away like a rabbit.

Oh, but this brought back memories. And not the good kind. Rabbit. Handsome guy. Hiding.

Not wanting to think about any of this, Beth took a halfhearted sip from her glass and resolutely swallowed. That was the past. He was gone. And she wasn't a bloody rabbit anymore.