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Mexican Denny's and Philosophy; Tier, BK, and Sam.
Topic Started: Mar 4 2005, 09:44 AM (39 Views)
Tiff
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Bill and Sam are standing in the parking garage, near her car. They are all ready for gym going. Both with bags and dressed to sweat.

Sam: You wanna go some where after we finish up tonight, for some food?

BK: If I’m not dead. I shouldn’t be though, I’ve been doing a lot better.

Sam: Yeah I’ve noticed improvement too. You’re really coming along…

BK: Just goes to show that Tier’s worth the money I paid him, and now that he doesn’t have Rising anymore he’s got even more time to focus on me.

Sam nods.

Sam: I was thinking we could invite him to get some food with us tonight?

Bill shrugs.

BK: If he wants to. You ask him though, he’ll just tell me that gum flapping isn’t running.

Sam laughs and they get in the car. She pulls out and we fade…but not forever. A few seconds pass and we hear the sounds of forks and spoons on plates, and we see Sam and Bill sharing one side of a booth and Tier on the other. He has dyed his hair red and resumed wearing his dead-eye contact lenses. He keeps the Kato mask, since face paint when out on the town isn’t prudent. A waitress is standing at their table writing something down.

Tier: Dr. Pepper.

Sam: I’ll have lemonade.

BK: Er… ella desea una limonada, y deseo té helado.

The waitress nods and leaves to get their drinks.

Sam: This makes me wish I had taken some Spanish in high school…or college even.

Bill smiles, Tier is still looking at his menu. Sam has hers in folded in front of her but she’s looking at Bills because she really knows no Spanish. The waitress comes back and deposits drinks. Then asks if they are ready to order, but Bill informs her that it’ll be a few more minutes. Bill looks at Sam.

BK: What strikes your fancy tonight?

Sam: Do they have the same things here as they do in the Denny’s in the states?

BK: Looks like it.

Sam: Good. Then I’ll have buffalo chicken strips.

Tier must have decided what he wanted as well because he puts his menu down and looks around for the waitress, she seems to see him looking around and comes over to take their orders.

BK: Sí, Deseo las crepes con la salchicha, tocino, huevos revueltos, y jamón. Ella desea tiras del pollo del buffalo.

Tier: Pollo y galletas. Lado de los marrones del picadillo.

The waitress thanks them and disappears with their orders.

Tier: You did good tonight.

BK: Thanks.

Bill picks up the display and begins reading it, flicking some of the crud out of it.

Tier: If you refuse to learn from the past you can never hope for the future.

Bill gives Tier a strange look.

BK: Yeah…I… I knew that.

Tier gives Bill a look, one that says ‘you idiot’.

Tier: I was speaking to your girlfriend.

He moves his eyes to Sam. Sam stops mid-drink and does a goofy grin. Tier rolls his eyes as she finishes.

Sam: Thanks… that’s what the cards told me.

Tier: Smart cards.

Sam: Yeah, but they have an attitude.

Tier: Then it’s true.

Sam: What’s true?

Tier: Cards take on the personalities of their owners.

A very coy smile stretches across his face. Sam laughs and nods. Bill raises an eyebrow, since, y’know. Tier smiling.

Sam: I was wondering if you’d see that promo or not.

Tier: Mm. At least you didn’t slice yourself up this time.

Sam: I only do that when I make voodoo dolls, and I didn’t make any last night.

Tier nods, ‘cuz he knows.

Tier: So, you two are in a match Tuesday.

Sam: Ah, yes.

Bill sets the display down so maybe he can talk some.

BK: Samael and Lobo. Honestly, I was kinda worried there, at first, but now that I think of it, a tag match like this is the ultimate test of my progress. The final test being facing Lobo solo.

Sam: Yeah, y’know, you could tag me if you get tired.

BK: Yeah, that’s… what I was getting at.

Sam: Oh… yeah.

The waitress returns with delicious foods and sets them down in front of our hungry diners. The food is making me hungry, and I just ate! Everyone tucks in, which slows conversation a bit. They get a bit more full and things pick back up… if you can call it that.

Sam: Are you suggesting no more voodoo at all? Or just… no more bleeding.

Tier: I’m not a Christian, Sam. Just stop intentionally fucking yourself.

Sam: Well that’s why the blood’s important. It’s like… a trade. Kind of.

Tier: Kind of. Like. It isn’t a trade and you know this. If your skill in the ring was anywhere near your ability to chant, then you wouldn’t have to make those poppets.

Sam: I’ve not made one in a rather long time and I’ve been doing just fine in the ring!

Tier raises his eyebrow.

Tier: Then why did you ever make any in the first place?

Bill even has to look at her for this one. Sam looks to him, then back to Tier.

Sam: … I was insecure?

Tier: I didn’t ask you because I knew. Therefore, asking me does you no good.

Sam shakes her head.

Sam: No… that wasn’t… supposed to be a question. I just said it wrong. I WAS insecure. It was only after I’d won a few times that I realized I didn’t need the extra help.

Tier: And what drove you to search your ends by those means to begin with, pray tell?

BK: Yeah, pray tell.

They both kinda look at Bill, who shrugs.

Sam: It was something that I knew how to do, and something I had seen results with before.

She shrugs.

Sam: It made sense in my mind.

Bill shrugs as well, placated by this. Tier simply rolls his eyes again, sighing.

Tier: That Chuck of yours was as much a teacher as a catalyst for destruction.

Sam: He didn’t teach me that.

Tier: He didn’t teach you NOT to do that, either.

Sam: Yes he did. I just didn’t listen.

Tier just stares at her blankly. Well, not blankly. Tier tends to have a certain amount of ill will in his eyes at most times. He sets his chicken down and folds his hands, looking at her.

Tier: Explain yourself.

Sam: Ah, shit… at first, the poppets were used for healing. For good things. But the more I read into them the more I realized could be done with them. So I decided to experiment… I guess it got a little out of hand.

Tier: “Out of hand”? You have an exceptional talent for understatement.

Sam: Um… thanks?

Bill laughs. Tier shakes his head, then looks to Bill.

Tier: At least YOU gave me SOMETHING to work with.

Bill stifles a laugh, since that could get him sleepin’ on the couch. Sam puts a bite of chicken in her mouth and chews as annoyed as possible. Sam swallows and sighs.

Sam: I’m sorry. I’m trying.

Tier: Trying is an excuse. You either do something, or you don’t do it. You might not be able to do it because you can’t, in the case of Bill say, lifting 1,000 pounds, but in your situation, you just need to stop encouraging the spirit world to interfere in your life. Enough encouragement and they’ll soon think they have free reign over you. And who are you to tell them “no”.

BK: Heavy.

Once again Bill gets looked at. Why does he even talk here? Dork.

Sam: What… exactly do you want me to do.

Tier: Just seriously watch what you’re doing, trafficking with the dead.

Sam: But I do that. Already.

Tier: You’re fine for now, Sam. But defending your old practices only leads me to believe you still wish to pursue them.

Sam: I made my decision last night to stop with the poppets and the voodoo, and I’ll stick to it.

Tier nods.

Tier: As well you should. I don’t mind Wicca, but the Vaudun and the dark magicks are unnecessary.

Sam nods.

Sam: You’ve made that clear.

Tier sorta grunts and goes back to his chicken. Things are quiet for a bit, as Sam crunches on her celery. Bill sets down his fork, halfway through his food, and begins speaking.

BK: So how’s Vicky?

Tier chuckles very lightly.

Tier: He’s fine. A little irritated that he can’t drink the water down here, but otherwise enjoying himself.

BK: Yeah, I was kinda wondering if I was gonna face him tonight or not.

Tier: He’s at the hotel. He ate some bad churros last night. I told him not to, that he’d be in the toilet half the night and the other half he’d be groaning, but he didn’t listen. Of course.

Tier enjoys him some waffle.

Sam: … churros?

BK: Mexican food. Good stuff.

Tier nods, agreeing.

Tier: I spent my teenage years eating those, as well as all sorts of combinations of beans, cheese, meat, tortillas and vegetables. Then I switched to Japanese food around twenty. Bit of a change, that.

Sam: Am I the only one who hasn’t traveled? I swear, I’ve only been here, the Philippines, and Canada, and all were with FIW.

Tier: When you’re working like I was, it’s not all that glamorous.

BK: I actually lived in Japan for a time, so I got to see the sights. Nice place, really. A very old feeling there… everywhere. You can be in the middle of the ritziest nightclub and it still feels like you’re on an ancient burial ground.

Sam: There’s a lot of magick in Japan. One of the reasons I wanna go.

Tier nods, shoving his plate away so he can rest his meaty arms on the table.

Tier: Leylines. Dragons. Ghosts. Demons. Fun place, if you know what you’re getting yourself into.

He can’t help but glance at Sam, but quickly turns his gaze neutral.

Sam: Do you really think me that stupid?

Tier: Must you really hear the answer you know I have?

Sam sighs.

Tier: Like a child in a candy store you would be. The energy, at this point, would be far too much temptation to one with as weak a will as you.

Sam is mid-bite, then stops, closing her mouth and placing her fork back in the basket.

Sam: Weak?

Tier: Ohhh, do we get another light show?

Tier reclines.

Tier: I so enjoy those.

Sam just glares at Tier, though the lights stay fine.

Sam: I can control it. I just usually choose not to.

Tier: Exactly. Your will is weak. Poor choices are a reflection of weak will. The fat man going for another slice of pie, the shop-a-holic ordering a credit card… the wielder of energy letting it fly as it chooses.

Sam: And why are the lights flickering such a poor choice?

Tier: Why do you let it happen?

Sam: Because it’s almost a part of me. Kind of like a favorite hat, or something.

Tier: Ah, hats. We shall talk of hats. You wear the hat of untamed power, the hat of flaunting your “talent”. I used to wear the hat of rage. And it was a fine hat, made of camel hair and plumed. Do you wish I would still wear it? Because you wouldn’t be walking today if I did.

Bill stops eating his bacon and watches the two of them, just in case he has to break up something. Sam squeezes her breath between her teeth, the light above flickering. She glares at it, willing it stop. Sam continues eating and drinking, a quiet rage emanating from her. Bill resumes eating as well, and all is quiet for a moment, until Tier speaks, a coy smile again on his lips.

Tier: Nice hat.

Sam: Fuck you.

Tier: I’m not a swinger, but thanks for the offer.

Sam: You really think you know everything, don’t you?

Tier: I remind you that I do not. I merely know more than you do, and that seems to burn you up inside. God forbid someone four years older than you know more than you…

Sam: It’s the way you say it that pisses me off.

Tier: I’m not fucking you, Sam, and if I’m not fucking you, I won’t take your insipid female nagging.

Bill silently wishes he weren’t trapped on the inside of the booth.

Sam: If I’m that annoying then why did you agree to even try?

Tier: If I’m that demeaning, why did you ask for my help?

Sam: I’m beginning to wonder, actually.

BK: Y’know what, how ‘bout both of you shut the hell up. Look, Sam. I don’t pretend to know what the hell it is you do, but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Now all it ever seems like you’re doin’ is findin’ any which way you can to hate Tier. I haven’t heard him say but one condescending thing to you, as rough-worded as he gets, and I gotta tell ya, if you’re doing black magic then I don’t know exactly where we’re going. Bad deeds are repaid with bad luck, however you wanna spell it, and I don’t wanna be caught up in that shit when I haven’t done anything.

Things are quiet for a moment, the words settling softly around them. Sam leans her head against his arm.

Sam: I’m sorry, but it’s a little hard to be calm when someone is telling you that everything you’ve been doing for the past few years of your life is wrong. The magic is all I’ve had for a while. One of the few constants.

Tier: By all means, perform your magic. You know just as well as I do there are good spells and rites as well. Now, I haven’t seen you do anything stupid yet… but there’s a lot of desire in you to do it, and a lot of defiance in you to ignore my words. I don’t pretend to know everything, but you see fit to pretend you know better just because you’ve done it for so long. Do you believe, for example, that slaughtering Jews is a prudent course of action, just because it was done for so long? That publicly ridiculing the mentally disabled and stoning them is the right thing to do? Secret cutting? Anorexia?

Sam gives him the “you should know the answer to that” look.

Tier: Then why is what you do so much better? Simply because it’s YOU that have been doing it. Because no matter what happens later, or who else you happen to hurt, your temporary pleasure or gain is all that matters.

Everything returns to quiet, Sam’s head still on Bill’s arm.

Sam: I’m a little bit new to having someone else that can be hurt by what I do.

BK: Yeah, I’m a bit new to gettin’ hurt by Barbies.

Sam looks to him.

Sam: I’m sorry about that… but that’s what I was doing at the time, and you were an opponent.

Bill shrugs.

BK: I don’t blame you for that. I just don’t like this notion that I can get hurt by what you’re doing now. Least, that’s what blood-head over there says.

Sam: You… can. I just forgot about it, ‘cuz I’ve never really had to think about it.

BK: What about Kevin? Your family? Your old boyfriend?

Sam: I’ve been single for two years and I’m not close enough for my family or Kevin to get hurt.

Bill stops talking, since he’s run out of things to say. He just finishes his last piece of bacon. She looks to Tier.

Sam: Do you at least believe that I’m trying to follow what you say?

Tier: Thus far you haven’t done anything in direct opposition to my recommendations. However, I don’t trust your combination of weak will and strong desire.

Sam: I’ll… I’ll try to work on it.

Tier raises an eyebrow, hoping she’ll correct herself.

Sam: Will! Will. I WILL work on it.

Tier: Excellent. Now, who’s paying here? Who’s leaving the tip? We going in even?

Sam: It was my idea to come, it was my idea to invite you, so I’ll take care of the bill and the tip.

Tier: Indeed. Well, I’ll be getting some dessert for home. Probably bring Victor something as well. I’ll buy that myself, and I won’t take no for an answer, thank you.

Sam tosses both hands up.

Sam: I think I’m done arguing with you for one night.

Smiles and chuckles all around as the waitress returns and the scene fades.
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