Jayme entered quietly chosing where he would sit. He was wearing a pair of jeans and grey mock turtle neck. He stroked his beard for a moment and considered his options for seating. his blue eyes lighted on a booth and he moved gracefully, in spite of his size. Best not to continue blocking the door with his frame.

Jayme made his way back towards a back corner booth he liked well. It was very late, a bit before two in the morning. He didn't come here often, but he liked it here. He was tired but unable to sleep, after spending three hours on the phone with Jenny's mother earlier in the evening. It had been good, but bittersweet to reminisce about Jenny. He found himself missing her more becuase of it.

He sat patiently waiting for the waitress. It seemed she was the only one on right now, and for as late as it was, the diner was busy. After about ten minutes she came over. He ordered a burger plate, chef salad, piece of choclate pie, a glass of milk, and a decaf coffee. He was afterall a big boy.

A few minutes after taking his order the witress returned with coffee and the salad, no dressing as he'd requested. He ate but fidgeted still, restlesly, perhaps this would be a good night to spend in his lab. He dismissed the thought, he was too preoccupied lately for Alchemy. Something seemed to be under his skin, nagging him. Of coarse whatever it was, he couldn't put his finger on it. Though a few times lately he'd swear someone was following him.

The salad dish was empty. He didn't remember eating it. His thoughts had preoccupied him so much. He could taste it's after taste. He sweetened his decaf and sipped it while he looked around and thought. Was someone folowing him? he decided to try to remain more aware for a few days.

The waitress brought the rest of his food. The door opened to a new patron and she and Jayme both looked up.

Phil hated that, when he felt like everyone was staring at him. Was he walking that badly? He didn't feel that drunk. He looked around the diner. It wasn't that crowded but all the tables were occupied. Most by only one person. He didn't want to sit at the counter. He looked around to see who looked approachable.

The bald man was sorta rugged looking. MMmmm Mmmm, very tasty, probably completely straight too. Phil walked over anyway. He smiled warmly and asked, "Mind if I sit down? I'm sort of set against sitting at the counter." he did his best not to sound like a completely drunken ass. His eyes roved over the man before him and he licked his lips nervously. He was a big man. Phil liked big men though, tall, strong and virile. He liked making them cry out his name.

He gave his shirt a tug to straighten it while he stood there. It did litle to help the wrinkles though. He'd had a rought night and gotten into a bar fight. He'd still be there drinking otherwise. He'd been ejected though along with the guy who started it. There was a little hole in the knee of his pants from it and his glasses were slightly bent and crooked too.

Jayme looked up at him. "Sure I guess." he said. Studying the nervous seeming guy standing there awkwardly at his table. He let his eyes study him. Was he being checked out. "You look like you've had a rough night. Good party?" Jayme asked simply trying to be conversational.

It had proven easy enough to get into the man's booth, would it be so easy to get into his pants? Phil wanted to. He was already having a fantasy about it. He smiled as he took a seat. No rings, and even better, no telltale little white line from where a wedding ring normally was.

"My name is Phil. How do you do?" he said in a freindly but formal way. Oh what stunning blue eyes the man had. He smelled good too, an herbal flowery smell mingled with masculine muskiness.

"Jayme. I'm tired, hungry, and I can't sleep." he said in a blunt way, but not with any hostility. He was just being truthfull. He drummed his singers nervoulsy on the table. He really did feel like he was being sized up for a meal. "So what about you Phil? How are you tongiht?" he asked.

"I could be worse for my wear. I'm bored, lonely and not as drunk as I'd hoped to get. I am hungry too, but I'm not sure I'm after anything on the menu here. " he said.

"So you have trouble sleeping often? I know a few things that will fix that right up." he said in a low voice. His throat felt tight while he thought about one thing and one thing only. Phil has a one track mind.

( You dirty rat )

"It used to be every night it isn't so bad now. It's one or two nights a week. I usually just try to lie still and make myself rest. I don't want my roommate to wory needlessly. I'm supposed to be looking out for him, not the other way around." Jayme explained.

The waitress came back over and he ordered a cheese danish.

He still felt like an appetizer under Phil's gaze.

Phil isn't ever this interested in his appetizers.

"Oh you have a roommate, what sort of roommate, just a freind, a renter, or something else?" Phil asked curious. He didn't need to be curious though he could always follow the man in rat form to spy on him. The rat wouldn't enjoy such an experience in the way Phil wold as a man but he'd be able to remember what he observed later.

He watched Jayme eat the danish. Oh what Phil wouldn't give to be the creamcheese filling passing over those lucious lips and then over that tongue. He actually gave a shiver thinking about it.

"Are you always so forward, and nosey what do you do for a living anyway?" Jayme asked with mild traces of irritation in his voice. He was starting to regret letting the other man join him at his table.

<am I laying it on too thick?>

"I'm a hairdresser, I'm used to being chatty with people." Phil answered in a somewhat bruised tone. He made kicked puppy faces at the large man across the table.

"What in the hell could posibly draw you to sit with a bald guy then?" Jayme wanted to know. "What is your deal? And stop looking at me like I'm a plate of nachos."

"On no, you're much more divine than a plate of mere nachos. What is my deal, you're an attractive fellow, how was I to know you lacked the charisma to pull off being my fantasy man." Phill says with a smirk. It's going badly, can it go worse if he's brutally honest. Probably it can, and will now, but he's pissy drunk, so he's not at all in the mood for subtle.

"You can't be serious, you must be the worst flirt I have ever seen. Seriously, and I thought I was horrible, at least I have a few ammusing moments." Jayme says very irritated with the other man and shaking his head while scowling like an old school teacher.

"Why did I bother you're probably a homophobe anyway, and lousy in bed to boot. In fact your good looks may be your only redeeming quality." Phile said in a pissy and slightly slurred voice.

"At least I have a redeeming quality!" Jayme blurted indignantly at the other man. Enough really was enough. He rose with all the dignity and grace he could muster and walked to the counter to ask for his bill.

(feel free to follow if you want to continue the bickering my dear boy)

(as you would eloquently say ZOIKS!!!!)

Phil let the other man walk away. He knew he was being a drunken ass, and decided he'd made enough of a scene. Lucky for him it was doubtful this would come back to haunt him while he was sober at work, bald men seldom drop in to a hair salon.

(and as for following Phil's had enough from him for now, perhaps another encounter another time, play with my elf !!!!)