Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180623151638

Harry had given up trying to make sense of this. Gerard's reasoning was very much its own thing and it was virtually impenetrable.

Inside the diner had a small amount of clientele. two american truckers by the looks of it. Due to the almost non existent labor laws across America a lot of these fellers would drive night and day to keep the wheels of industry turning. And in turn these 24/7 diners would keep them going with hot coffee and stodgy meals.

"Hiya, Welcome to the Kelly's Diner! You guys lookin' for a booth, eh?"

The waitress in a teel-pink waitress outfit asked as she popped out from the kitchen.

Harry tried to avoid making eye-contact and looked away to keep himself from being recognized. Leaving Gerard to do the talking. For good or ill.