Post by jack bose on Jun 16, 2010 12:11:29 GMT -5
Food wasn't the top thing on Jack's list, ever. Ever. She hardly ever ingested anything, much less an entire meal, so something like the lobster pot was a rare treat on her behalf. She enjoyed a good dish of fried food, who was she to lie? There wasn't really anything special about the little restaurant that she could tell, and although there was hardly a pricey menu, she felt she was obliged to visit at least once a month. Today was one of those rare moments when she actually felt the rumble of hunger in her tiny stomach, and even though she knew she wasn't going to end up eating as much as she would have liked, there was still the thought that she might be able to get stuff down her throat before it ended up coming back up again. True to his word, her idiot science professor had decided she was going to do her work now, instead of blowing him for a free pass, and she'd done nothing so far for the entire year. True, they just started, but the tribulations of doing something when she'd been basically skipping that class in it's entirety were pretty stressful; she woke up the other morning and a clump of hair had fallen out on her pillow, thinning from the not-eating factor. She'd been spending nearly all of her time studying and it was a pain in the ass, because frankly she hated doing anything scholastic and would much rather be off being paraded by Gio and his italian posse or whatever it was they called it. Shoving a hand through her hair, pushed dramatically over to the side because she was too lazy to otherwise style it but still clean, a shower had been taken earlier in the morning through a bit of frustration and anger, Jack pulled open the heavy wooden door to the restaurant. Immediately she was affronted by the stench of cold, dead fish, and she was tempted to turn away. Eating by herself in a restaurant was hardly her idea of a fun day, but her stomach rumbling proved she would end up staying and that's exactly what she did.. she stayed. For lobster, and for herself, and for the small, round protruding belly between her hips from all the food she'd eaten previous in the day.
By the time she felt the shadow fall over her sculpted figure, she had ordered and her food had arrived, but she hadn't known where to start so she'd neglected doing so. There were piles of various food groups, everything from bread to vegetables to crabs and lobsters, chicken fingers, and she intended on eating every single bite of it. There was no limit to how much Jack ate when she was truly hungry, anyone who'd been around her for more then a day could tell you that. Still, she was human, but not so much that she could tolerate being singled out by a spectator, so she raised beautiful blue-green eyes to their face and glared, full force, “What the fuck do you want?” she questioned, voice dry and angry as it almost always was. She treated the waiters the same way, disregarding the fact that they weren't there to serve only her, but everyone else as well. Stuffing a piece of bread unceremoniously in her mouth, Jack glanced away from the figure, hoping maybe they'd disappear by the time she looked back, but there was no such luck. She was still there and so was the person who had decided it was so ever so full of reason to interrupt her.