Sonatorrek: Lokasenna - 9
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Angelo and Paige meet to discuss their respect finds.
The Longboat Diner was about as classic Americana as you could find. The Formica tables had chips from long use, and each booth had an old fashioned jukebox set in them, but all of them were out of order. Thelma moved between the booths, refilling coffee and occasionally yelling at her husband Lars who worked on the grill. The menu was mostly heavy grease mixed in with a few Scandinavian classics and the odd paean to modern sensibility with salads.
Angelo had gone for the spiciest dish he could find on the menu, which wasn't saying much, and was to all appearances enjoying it as he waited for Paige to arrive, occasionally flirting lightly with Thelma as she passed by.
Paige slid into the seat opposite him, the backs of her legs sticking a little on the red vinyl below the hem of her very un-Paige mini-skirt. Thelma came over with a white mug of coffee and a bowl of creamers, plopping them and plate of cookies she had balanced on top of the mug in front of her without a word. “Hey, hon. Ohh, have you tried these yet?" she asked, gesturing to the brown, flat dessert. "They're delicious, kind of like gingerbread without the ginger."
"Not yet", he said with a grin. "I might have to steal one of yours now. What's the news?"
"Oh, the usual. Creepers and biker creepers. I'm especially fond of the ones who keep trying to make pals with me based on being white, they're great." Paige swatted away his hand as he tried for a cookie, her other hand lifting her coffee to her lips. "Get your own, mooch. Seriously, I've nearly punched three people today alone, and didn't only because I need this awful cover."
Angelo withdrew his hand good-naturedly, glancing over to the counter with a grin. "Hey, Thelma? Could we get some more of these cookies?" Turning back to Paige, he pulled a fleeting face. "And this is why you're hanging out with those guys and I'm not, Valkyrie Girl. My side... Blake sure as hell thinks he's Thor, and there's something about him that doesn't read as crazy."
Grinning, Paige raised her hands up to the sides of her head, making two wings that she waggled at him. "Yeah, well. No flying horse here, Elf Boy. I'd much rather, crazy or not, Thor than white supremacists, their leader who won't take his ridiculous helmet off and makes everyone keep scratching Loki symbols into things. Yes, yes, you've been to a library or Wikipedia once, we're all very impressed."
"...library", he said, his amused look turning to a slight frown. "That's another thing. Angie and I hit up the local history section at the library, and there's something weird. Blake comes up in the yearbooks, census records, all that stuff, but not one single mention in the newspapers more than a couple of years ago. Even the piece from when his mom died doesn't say a word about her having a kid."
Paige paused mid sip of her coffee, eyebrows raised. "Okay, creepy. Obits always mention the kids. What about class photos, town this small they probably keep them in their school library... How about a 30th birthday party and you're the cousin making the slide show con?"
"That should work", he agreed. "I can probably find someone who left town and isn't around to be checked with. What worries me, if he's some kind of avatar of Thor, or even if he's just crazy, and your guy says he's Loki, that's just asking for trouble. He's even talked about being destined to fight Loki soon. Glad I brought my sword, all things considered."
"Destined to figh- wait, hold up, you brought your sword?" Paige asked, giving him a look. "Seriously? Does sword use come up a lot cruising the streets of, pardon me, Shithole?" She shook her head at him, smiling, and checked her phone. "Walk me out? I've got a dance in an hour and I'm still trying to figure out eye liner versus eyeball pain."
"I didn't say I carried it around on display", he retorted with a grin. "It's in my motel room, or sometimes strapped on the back of the bike in its leather. Seemed appropriate, with the whole... Asgard... theme. And sure - try not to hurt anyone too bad if they grope you."
Paige laid down some cash, getting to her feet. "Oh, chickpea. You know I can't promise that."
Angelo and Paige meet to discuss their respect finds.
The Longboat Diner was about as classic Americana as you could find. The Formica tables had chips from long use, and each booth had an old fashioned jukebox set in them, but all of them were out of order. Thelma moved between the booths, refilling coffee and occasionally yelling at her husband Lars who worked on the grill. The menu was mostly heavy grease mixed in with a few Scandinavian classics and the odd paean to modern sensibility with salads.
Angelo had gone for the spiciest dish he could find on the menu, which wasn't saying much, and was to all appearances enjoying it as he waited for Paige to arrive, occasionally flirting lightly with Thelma as she passed by.
Paige slid into the seat opposite him, the backs of her legs sticking a little on the red vinyl below the hem of her very un-Paige mini-skirt. Thelma came over with a white mug of coffee and a bowl of creamers, plopping them and plate of cookies she had balanced on top of the mug in front of her without a word. “Hey, hon. Ohh, have you tried these yet?" she asked, gesturing to the brown, flat dessert. "They're delicious, kind of like gingerbread without the ginger."
"Not yet", he said with a grin. "I might have to steal one of yours now. What's the news?"
"Oh, the usual. Creepers and biker creepers. I'm especially fond of the ones who keep trying to make pals with me based on being white, they're great." Paige swatted away his hand as he tried for a cookie, her other hand lifting her coffee to her lips. "Get your own, mooch. Seriously, I've nearly punched three people today alone, and didn't only because I need this awful cover."
Angelo withdrew his hand good-naturedly, glancing over to the counter with a grin. "Hey, Thelma? Could we get some more of these cookies?" Turning back to Paige, he pulled a fleeting face. "And this is why you're hanging out with those guys and I'm not, Valkyrie Girl. My side... Blake sure as hell thinks he's Thor, and there's something about him that doesn't read as crazy."
Grinning, Paige raised her hands up to the sides of her head, making two wings that she waggled at him. "Yeah, well. No flying horse here, Elf Boy. I'd much rather, crazy or not, Thor than white supremacists, their leader who won't take his ridiculous helmet off and makes everyone keep scratching Loki symbols into things. Yes, yes, you've been to a library or Wikipedia once, we're all very impressed."
"...library", he said, his amused look turning to a slight frown. "That's another thing. Angie and I hit up the local history section at the library, and there's something weird. Blake comes up in the yearbooks, census records, all that stuff, but not one single mention in the newspapers more than a couple of years ago. Even the piece from when his mom died doesn't say a word about her having a kid."
Paige paused mid sip of her coffee, eyebrows raised. "Okay, creepy. Obits always mention the kids. What about class photos, town this small they probably keep them in their school library... How about a 30th birthday party and you're the cousin making the slide show con?"
"That should work", he agreed. "I can probably find someone who left town and isn't around to be checked with. What worries me, if he's some kind of avatar of Thor, or even if he's just crazy, and your guy says he's Loki, that's just asking for trouble. He's even talked about being destined to fight Loki soon. Glad I brought my sword, all things considered."
"Destined to figh- wait, hold up, you brought your sword?" Paige asked, giving him a look. "Seriously? Does sword use come up a lot cruising the streets of, pardon me, Shithole?" She shook her head at him, smiling, and checked her phone. "Walk me out? I've got a dance in an hour and I'm still trying to figure out eye liner versus eyeball pain."
"I didn't say I carried it around on display", he retorted with a grin. "It's in my motel room, or sometimes strapped on the back of the bike in its leather. Seemed appropriate, with the whole... Asgard... theme. And sure - try not to hurt anyone too bad if they grope you."
Paige laid down some cash, getting to her feet. "Oh, chickpea. You know I can't promise that."
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