Sirius Vanderbilt
Werewolf / 31 / Male / Loner
Tags: Open Location: Downtown Diner
Woodridge was a nice place: small, quaint, pretty cute. It was a heck of a lot nicer than the caves and thickets Sirius had called home for the last couple weeks. He had been working his way across the mountain ridge, living on whatever he could catch and sleeping in the dirt. When he rolled into town yesterday, he looked revolting. His hair had been matted, his clothes filthy, his skin tinted with dirt. But after a night at a local motel and a good wash, he now looked pretty handsome. His dark brown curls framed his face, his beard now neat and trimmed. A crisp new white t-shirt covered his torso, his signature leather jacket on top. His dark eyes caught the waitress watching him, whispering something to her friend over the counter. They both glanced at him knowingly and giggled, turning away.
Sirius chuckled softly and went back to work on his spread of food. He'd been starving when he came in, and the smell of good food drew him to the diner. He ordered almost half the lunch menu and flirted with the waitress while she wrote. He couldn't help it; it had been too long since he'd last spoken to an actual person, and he had to make sure he hadn't lost his touch. She seemed pretty agreeable, anyway.
"Thinking about dessert?" Her sweet voice came from his left over his shoulder. Sirius looked up.
"Oh, no, hun. I'm stuffed. Unless you want to half it with me," He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned.
The woman chuckled, "My boss would kill me, but thanks for the offer." She wrote him up his check and set it down. There was an extra piece of paper with seven digits written on it. "But come back soon, okay?" She winked at him and coolly strolled back to the counter to excitedly whisper to her friend some more.
Sirius picked up the paper and pocketed it, shooting her a grin. He laid back in the cushioned bench seat, not quite ready to get up and leave yet. He debated whether he wanted to go back to his motel room and nap, or wander the town.