by :Joey: » Sat Feb 06, 2016 5:49 am
Fae followed Mercy inside, smelling cooking food and hearing loud clatter from the kitchen as well as people chattering. Then Mercy spoke to her regarding salads, and Fae gave a soft smile and a nod of acknowledgement, falling completely silent now that they were in public. When they arrived at their seats, Fae stood for a moment, entirely unsure of where to sit, but decided since Jack looked weary about sitting with Mercy, she decided it'd probably be best for her to sit away as well. Sitting in front of Jack, she let out a slow sigh of relief, she made it past a huge crowd of people and to her seat without anyone staring at her or trying to talk to her.
She did note one guy sitting at the bar section of the restaurant, who was half-turned in his barstool, staring at Fae and Jack.
She let out a low mumble of words along the lines of Stupid townspeople.. and opened her mouth to speak to Jack, though before she could, the male had walked over, and clapped a hand on her shoulder, which made her wobble heavily.
"Fable, really, that's you? Little Fae!" He exclaimed, laughing obnoxiously loud, "See I told you guys it was ole' Steve's kid!" He called to a group of various men and women behind him who remained seated at the bar.
"Where have you been? He's been lookin' for you!" The man said, shaking Fae in a joking, yet rough manner. Fae shrunk down to half her size, her eyes widened as she stared at the table she was at, mentally panicking and shaken.
The man noticed she wasn't responding, and tried lifting her chin with his hand, though Fae fought his hand, eventually letting him raise it to look at him, a little more bold than anyone should be.
"Why ain't you talkin? You ain't never liked talkin', did you?" He said, shaking his head and examining her face. "I'll tell your dad you're back in town! He'll be all happy!" And with those words, Fae spiraled into a pit of panic and fear, and it was showing clearly in her wide, doe-like eyes. She wanted to tell him no, and to go away and never speak of seeing her again, but she could not force the words to come out, she wasn't that brave, or that loud. Instead, she remained rigid and motionless, almost afraid to move, she was stuck staring back up at this guy who had a hand on her shoulder, holding her in place, and a hand under her chin, fingers on her neck, resting, which made her even worse.
Rubi sat down in the wooden chair, her lower lip puffed out in a pouty-look. Pondering the options of breakfast, she smiled and stood, walking to the fridge, "How about you make the pancakes, lover-boy, and I'll make eggs and bacon?" She said, setting eggs, milk, butter and bacon on the counter. Standing directly in front of him, she leaned up on her toes and pressed a gentle, tentative kiss to Marc's lips, then sunk back down to her full, normal height, and gazed up at him, one green eye was covered by a lock of a long, untamed mane of hair.