I like Food! I like to Eat ((Skylar))

[CharlotteC]

Charlie gave a wry smile as Skylar called Killian 'her guy'. It was almost snort worthy, but she held back. Instead choosing to lean in a little closer and say in a soft tone. "Trust me, he isn't 'mine' in any sense of the word, especially now. He's the guy that bit me, gave me blood, and left me to fend for myself for the most part. I had myself mystically severed from him... so to speak." In all truth she technically was the head of her own line, but still she saw the Worthingtons as a group she was part of just as much as she was part of the d'Artois line. Of course, the d'Artois line to her was the one she would go to first. If there were ever a need or a reason.

As she leaned back out of the girl's personal space, she could hear the transit coming, the wheels and the breaks though it was still off enough that they could sit for a few more minutes. "But you are right, Elliot is pretty awesome. It was shocking when he asked me if I wanted to be adopted by him, pretty much floored me because he had only met me one other time before. He had saved my *** from some really ugly looking wolves in the catacombs." She said in that same soft voice that was pretty much a whisper to human ears but she knew that Skylar would hear it no problem.

Skylar asked about Pi, at least she would assume that was what Skylar was getting at with calling her a 'Bint' - of course she hadn't missed the slight slip in the girl's words. Sure that Skylar was going to call her something else. "You know, if I didn't like her and I didn't see just how unbelievably in love Elliot was with her, I would still give her a little bit of a fight." She winked to the girl but then added in "But Pi, has been pretty welcoming to me, very understanding and such. And I believe she and I as well as some of the other family still have a dinner planned. Or at least... I hope we do. I love to eat, hate to cook. She loves to cook and can't eat." She said with a bit of a laugh to her voice before the transit showed up, pulling up in front of the station.

Charlie stood again, waiting only for Skylar to join her as she continued to talk in the quiet tone that was just for them. "That said, I have a bit of a hard time trusting people. Especially since there are some in the family that sent me to the Shadow Realm for no other reason than who my sire was. That's another reason why I had my name separated from the guy that made me. I don't like bullies, but I really don't like bullies who attack only because someone else is connected to someone they dislike. I hadn't done anything wrong but I still found myself surrounded by twenty angry and extremely powerful people wanting me dead just because they hated the guy and thus me by association." She said in a tone that clearly reflected her thoughts on what had happened. She had been gang-banged and she hadn't enjoyed it, persecuted for no other reason than the guy that made her and ditched her.

Holding her hand out for Skylar to take so that they could walk through to the back of the car without being separated by the other bodies, Charlie smiled a bit and then found a place where the two of them could sit without being totally surrounded which would still allow them to talk pretty openly so long as they kept to quieter tones. "So why do I get the feeling you and Pi aren't going to be trading baking recipes anytime soon?" She asked with a more teasing, cheery tone.

[Skylar]

The saying, 'the lady doth protest too much' comes to mind when Charlotte starts pointing out how her sire is so not hers. I can't help but wonder if crushing on your sire is a normal thing or not. Which of course leads me straight back to Elliot and whether or not I could ever really crush on him. I shake that thought off the moment I have it and just laugh as I listen to Charlotte babble on. Though naturally she's babbling about how great Elliot is. Well clearly he's not that great cos he managed to kill me by accident but I promised not to hold that against him. Mainly cos my life kind of rocks right now. I'm sure the moment I hit a blue patch, I'll find a way to make it his fault. It's what every good child does after all.
The talk of Pi is more interesting. The woman likes to cook. Well that makes a strange kind of sense as the way to every man's heart is through his stomach, or so they say. What I take from the conversation is that she's a feeder. This probably means she has Elliot by the short and curlies too. Poor guy. Loved up or not, he needed to be able to stand up to her. Though I may be being unfair in that, as he did kind of stand up for me at the auction. He got between me and the crazy ***** after all. I'm flashing back to that moment as I follow Charlie through the crowd. She'd put her hand back for me, and I'd taken it. I'm not a lost little child in need of guidance, even if I come across that way at times, but then I don't think she means it that way either. It was something people did when they wanted to stay together in crowds and not get separated. It was probably a great way to force a certain someone I knew into holding my hand for a moment or two but I promised not to force the issue and he kind of doesn't like crowds, so the chances of getting into this kind of situation in the first place is slim.
I wait until we're seated to speak. In fact the woman cuts me off before I even get a word out. It's unusual for me to be out-talked by anyone, but then that's hardly surprising considering I usually hang out with a bunch of guys. Guys just aren't as talkative as women. They don't feel the need to share quite so many words. I blame the grunting they do. It's a male thing I've not yet cracked. Apparently women have a sound that means anything. The ‘Hmm,’ sound. Men, they have grunting. And just like women seem to instinctively know by the tone how to take the 'hmm,' men know the meaning of each grunt. The subtle differences are lost on me. Sadly. There are times when speaking grunt would definitely be advantageous.
"Oh I'm playing nice. It's her that has the problem. She almost broke my arm at that auction thing the other week. I hugged Ellie and kissed him on the cheek. Apparently that's not allowed. Which is ridiculous if you ask me. He's my god damn father for crying out loud."
My voice takes on a more defensive tone than I'd like. I wasn't planning on showing any real emotion when it came to her. Ellie's asked me to play nice and I'm happy to give her weapons if she asks for them, I just half expect to find the fruits of my labour sticking out of my spinal column the moment I turn my back to her.
"As a general rule I don't hate anyone. Takes way too much energy. I'm more your happy go lucky kind of gal. I dunno what her issue with me is really. I mean she got all hostile on the family board too. I can't stop being me just cos she has issues with it. I have twenty-eight years practice being me and I'm a hard habit to break."
I give a slight shrug. I'd thought about this a lot and when I'd done analysing it all, I came to one simple conclusion; I can't change now. I mean changing my behaviour would be like admitting I'd done something wrong and I hadn't. So basically she was just going to have to deal with it. Just like I was going to have to deal with her.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie sits there as the car starts to move, the lights of the night flickering by in increasingly longer blurs the faster it goes, but as she notices this, she is listening to Skylar, voice her opinion of Pi. Though she had only met Pi once, she had picked up on the feeling that the woman was territorial in the case of Elliot. Charlie had never really looked at Elliot as anything more than a good looking guy that wanted to be her mentor, someone to help her if she needed it, someone to teach her if she had questions. Yes, he was good looking, but he had been quite up front about being with someone the first time she had met him. So, given that she knew what it was like to be cheated on, she wasn't about to make another woman feel like that, and she had a feeling that Pi had picked up on that and knew that she wasn't a threat.

Still, the fact that Skylar had been attacked, literally attacked by the woman, was a bit shocking. Though it wasn't shocking that Elliot had stepped in. He didn't seem like the kind that would allow something so dramatic to come into play with his family. He loved Pi, that much even she could see, but he was protective of her - a girl that he hadn't really sired but still took in - so she could see him protecting Skylar even more. She herself had been distracted after she had been bought by her friend - really distracted, she thought to herself since she didn't remember seeing what happened between Pi and Skylar and Elliot. Or perhaps it had happened after her and Alexandrea had left Lancaster's. She would have to give Alex a call and see if she remembered anything like that going down while they were there.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she still listened as Skylar continued, talking about not being someone to hate someone because it took up too much energy. That was something that she could hop on board with because she wasn't one to hate people either. The only time she could say she hated someone was when she came against the bullies of the city. She really, really hated the fact that they loved so much to bully young vampires and the such just because they could. At that thought though, Charlie pushed it away, she wasn't going to give them any more thought than teaching others not to piss them off, at least, not until being free to come out - so to speak - was safe for the young.

"Pi does come off as a bit territorial, she tensed a bit when I said something the first time I met her, but I figure that because I didn't touch him that I was safe from her wrath. That said, I can see you wanting to show affection towards him. I guess we just have our own ways of showing things like that, Pi's just a little more accepting of my kind than yours..." She said with a wry smile. "It was good that Elliot stepped in though, he loves Pi but he's a good sire too." She added and then she glanced to the girl and added in a last question "You're 28?!" The shock was clear, not only in her tone but in her brown eyes that were just a bit rounder than before, just a bit wider than normal. The girl looked maybe 18, so she felt as if she were a big sister to the girl. It was shocking that the newest addition to the family wasn't just older than she looked, but older than herself.

[Skylar]

I pay little attention to the movement of the train as it speeds down the tracks. I was used to public transport. What I wasn't used to however was trying to cover my reflection being projected anywhere. Trains were tricky things. A bit like taxi cabs. The driver always wants to talk to you in the mirror. I run my hands through my hair and pull it down on either side to frame my face as best I can. I'm new to this life, so my reflection isn't as obvious as most, though the time was coming that I'd probably have to carry a hoodie and a pair of gloves with me or something. That or might actually have to concede and buy myself a car or something. Property wasn't something I wanted. I wouldn't even be living alone if it weren't for Ellie giving me a place to crash. I cast my eyes at the glass as Charlie pretty much blurts out what most people just think to themselves. I laugh.
"Guilty as charged. You wanna see my ID?"
I'm teasing but if she didn't believe me I was happy to dig it out of whichever pocket it was now living in. I've damn near washed the thing several times over since it practically lives on me. Eternal youth had taken on a whole new meaning for me since the turning. Man was eternity going to suck if I was forever getting carded. I had to find a good forger by the time I was too old to really pull this name and age thing off. I chuckle to myself at that thought, as it seemed I was already there, even if it were the God's honest truth.
"Don't worry about your reaction. I'm used to it."
I kind of feel like I have to say that in case she suddenly starts trying to back track the obvious thought that ran through her mind.
"I'm every sicko's fantasy me. If I were a hooker I'd probably be wearing a school uniform on a nightly basis. I'm not. Just saying. Well... you know. Of age but I look younger. My mum says we have good genes."
I do my best impression of my mum as I say my next few sentences. I was pretty good at taking her off as I'd had a lot of practice. I misused that superpower one or two hundred times too. A quick phone call to the school I was free for the day to whatever I pleased, so long as I stayed out of sight. Dillon's place was usually slacker central. Thank God I got brains too, else I’d of had to repeat a couple of years.
"It's good breeding Skylar. Good breeding. Good genes and a little luck that you didn't take too much after your father's side of the family."
I probably shouldn't have said that though. The moment I say it I realise I've given away my routes. My mother speaks like every other vain, snobby, ***** with money. I'd fallen about as far from the family tree as I could manage and usually did a good job at covering my tracks but in moments like this, I betray myself.
"So yeah. Eternal youth. I guess it was all good practice eh? I mean I'm gonna keep aging and I'm gonna stay as young and pretty as I am now. Maybe. Hopefully. Well maybe not hopefully. I could always ugly myself up with a few too many tatts."
I pull up my left pant leg and flash my little bird at her. I have to dip my knee and angle my leg just right to manage that but it's not an issue.
"Seems these things stick on me. Which is great news. Cos having to have that re-done over and over would be an amazingly big pain in the arse."
I couple of guys walk through our carriage and I catch them looking our way and smile. I'm not trying to catch their eye or anything, they could have been a couple of old women and I'd of done the same thing. Manners don't cost anything and a nice smile can cheer a person up. At least I think it can. Why not spread a little happiness?

[CharlotteC]

A soft laugh came from her lips as the girl offered up her ID. Part of her was tempted to actually take her up on it just to see if she was telling the truth, but at the same time, she wasn't about questioning the girl, so far, as far as she could tell, Skylar wasn't lying to her, so why question her when she said something. "No, that's good. I believe you." She said with another soft, amused laugh before she fell silent again. As Skylar told her that she understood the reaction that she had given the girl. She could see that, I mean even she still got carded sometimes. It all depended on what she was wearing or if she was wearing her glasses or not. Charlie nodded to the girl as the train continued to move through the city, listening as Skylar continued with her thoughts.

When she brought up being ever sicko's fantasy, she couldn't help but let her eyes travel the rest of the girls body. Yeah, she was pretty spot on in that regard, looks really young, beautiful, of legal age. And the image of her in a school girl's outfit, yeah, she would basically be a walking, talking, singing, sex bomb that would have any and all men pawing at her like she was the shiny new toy. That was something she was sure would get annoying even for the most needy attention whores - something she was sure that Skylar was not, at least, at least not the way she had seen girls in her days in college.

As Skylar impersonated her mother, Charlie began to understand Skylar just a bit more. She had obviously been raised in the lap of luxury, and from everything she had seen, just like the girls she had known of the same breeding in college, they rebelled because let's face it, no one wants tons and tons of money. Well... she might like a big account but at the same time, she had never been what someone would call rich. She had always been on the center of the middle class if there was a way to explain where she was in that bracket of life. She had everything she needed, food, a roof over her head, clothes, a job - not a good paying one but good enough - so she had been happy in that life.

Now though, she was considerably richer. Thanks mostly to her extra-curricular activities. She shook herself out of her thoughts metaphorically and concentrate fully on what Skylar was talking about, she smirked when the girl showed her the tattoo and nodded, she too had tattoos that had never left her, for which she had been extremely happy about. She would have hated to have them redone over and over again. Not because it hurt, the pain never bothered her, it was just such a waste of money. "I doubt too many or too few could really make you ugly, in my opinion..." She stated and then glanced up as Skylar did and smirked at the guys as well before she turned slightly, facing away from Skylar and pulling her shirt down to show the little barcode on her right shoulder blade. "I have a Microchip on my ankle too..." She said with a laugh before she turned back only to notice that they were starting to pull into the Wickbridge station.

It was then that she stood, waiting for the car to come to a complete stop as well as for Sky to join her. "Ready to finally eat?" She said with another light laugh.

[Skylar]

"Oh wow. Look at that."
I can't help but reach out to touch the tattoo on her shoulder as she shows it to me. I probably shouldn't but for one, I can't help myself and two, the girl's like me, so she probably won't mind. I don't know what it is about tattoo's that make them beg to be touched, it's just there in me. This need to experience art in some tactile form. That's probably why I took up making jewellery to be honest.
"Does it mean anything? I mean it must have some significance. you didn't just wake up one day and think. Hey, you know what. I want a barcode stamped on my shoulder. Or did you?"
I'm on my feet before I even finish asking. The train journey was quicker than I realised, but then that's always the way when you have something other than the passage of time to pull your focus.
"Hell yeah." I reply. "I'm starving. I could eat a horse. Well... maybe not a horse. A cow. Or a baby cow. No. Strike that I don't eat baby anything. A midget cow."
I start laughing at my own absurdity as we step out onto the platform and head for the restaurant. I know my real hunger has nothing to do with human cravings but there's still something in my mind that says if I haven't eaten anything substantial that I must be hungry. In the case of mind over matter, it mattered to my mind if I ate. I'm not sure if it's something that will fade over time or not but it really doesn't bother me, so I push that thought away and concentrate on what's going on around me.
My focus is soon pulled by the noise of my own footsteps. With every step I take I can hear my heels clipping on the sidewalk. Thankfully it's not something I feel self conscious about. I mean that would just be bad for business; a performer that didn't enjoy having an audience, how ridiculous. I'm generally more of a trainer person but I'm making more of an effort to jazz up my appearance a little. Though I'm not sure heels with jeans constitutes jazzing ones self up? I just know that heels make me more feminine and since I'm trying to catch the eye of a certain someone it can't hurt to play myself up a bit. Heels do several things besides give me a little height; they make my legs look longer and I walk better in them. Strange I know but with trainers I'm me. With heels, I feel like I might actually have some sex appeal.
"Do you think Ellie has a type?"
I realise how that sounds and immediately start trying to explain my question.
"I mean. I was an accident, but with you and me side by side I'm starting to see similarities. We're both smart young women, moderate tattoo-age, friendly, talkative and such. I'm sure there's more too. Does he have other kids? And if so, what are they like? Are they like us?"
I'm not really sure where the thought came from. It just popped into my head about a millisecond before it started coming out of my mouth. I'm like that. I could occasionally use a filter. Thankfully, this time isn't one of them.

[CharlotteC]

It had been amusing to Charlie how the girl had been when she had shown off her tattoo, it was odd to see someone reach out and touch another's tattoo. Most people found it rude or offensive. Charlie wasn't one of those people. While her own upbringing had kept her from doing the same thing when Skylar had revealed her own tattoo, she hadn't been at all disturbed or upset by Skylar doing what she herself had wanted to do. It was a thought that made her smirk a bit, that is until Skylar had asked about the significance of the tattoo. That - that was a bit of a tender spot for her still. While the tattoo itself was all her, all her own idea and money that had gone into it. What had inspired it had not.

For a moment she felt herself flashing back to the night that her boyfriend hand asked her father for her hand in marriage. Charlie had seen it as such an antiquated idea, and it was made even worse when something her father said. She remembered her reaction to the words that tumbled from her father's mouth. It prompted her to say something snippy in return but both men, her father and her now fiance had laughed it off. The day after that happened she went out and got the tattoo, it wasn't just a random image either. There were programs out there that made real information into barcodes. So in this case it was her full name as well as her old address. If someone with the right equipment scanned the tattoo, it would actually come up with information.

Once they were on the platform and making their way first towards the street and then across it towards Grosetto's, Charlie pulled herself out of the flashback just in time to hear Skylar's question. An odd one too. It caused Charlie to turn her head just slightly so that she could lift her brow at her new sibling, a slight smirk on her face that said that not only was she amused by the question but the fact that Skylar seemed to have a budding crush on their sire. "Type as in women in general or in a progeny?" Though she suspected Skylar meant the former, given the things that she had listed as commonalities between the two of them, but went for the latter as her answer. "I think, really, when it comes to Elliot, he just wants to help people, really help. He seems to attract those that need it as well, the 'lost souls' if you will. Both in mortal and immortal form."

After a moment though, she added on "I could be wrong though, I've never met any of his other progeny face to face before. I used to work for one of them, but I never met him face to face. I have a thing about not being paid..." She said with a wry smirk as she opened to door to Grosetto's for Skylar. She had only been in this place once or twice in her time that she had been in this city. Mostly, she steered clear of places where couples gathered. However, since she was with someone that was easily pulling her attention off of such things. She had no problem being in here now. Charlie turned her eyes on Skylar and smirked as they waited to be seated, the place was pretty full tonight and from the looks of it, all humans. Then again, it seemed vampire's like Skylar and herself were odd in that they could continue to eat. That or they just chose not to eat out.

"Once we sit, I'll give you the story about the tattoo. You're right, I didn't just wake up one day and say 'Hey I think I'll get a barcode'... well... not without a little inspiration that is. But the story is long and I will at least need the familiarity of getting drunk, even if I can't really." She said with another wry smile but the small chuckle that came after was clearly one of true amusement.

[Skylar]

"Progeny. I was talking about Progeny."
Of course I tell her this after the fact. She pretty much already figured out that, that was what I meant. At least her answer dictates as much. What she said almost sounded right though I'd never classify myself as a lost soul. Interesting phrase though. I half suspect a few people I know might describe me that way just because I appear to be drifting through life, but drifting through life is or rather was my plan. Everything I did. Every choice I made. it was mine. I wasn't lost. I wasn't a passive spectator in my own world. Sure. I go with the flow but that's by design too. I like different. I like change. I like unpredictability. That’s not to say there isn't something to having a little stability in one’s life too. My friends and family are that for me. As is music. Probably should have listed music first, seeing as that's my true passion.
"Hold up. Let me get this straight."
I want to ask more but the arrival of the hostess pretty much cuts me off. We tell her we want a table for two and even though they are busy, she simply smiles, pulls out two menus and walks us to a table on the far side of the restaurant.
"Okay. Right," I say picking up where I left off when the woman leaves us alone. "So... You worked for some guy you never met? And you've never met any of Ellie's other waifs or strays?"
You gotta love that phrasing. It's how she made us sound. Lost souls. I think that over again. I almost was a literal lost soul what with dying on stage. I can't help but smile at that though. I try to hide my grin behind the menu. Dying on stage. I'd only ever done it in one sense and I wasn't sure which of the two possible meanings would be worse. While being electrocuted sucked, it was over pretty quick, and I came back from it. Kinda. Being booed off stage or something like that, now that I probably would have a harder time coming back from. Music being what I am and all. I know I'm talented. I know what i play may not be to everyone's liking. But being unappreciated when I'm providing a service? That would really blow.
I almost forgot what we were doing as I perplexed myself with my thoughts. When I snapped out of it I noticed the waitress standing next to me. She didn't look too impressed, so I'm guessing I zoned out and didn't reply with my drinks order quick enough. JD and coke over ice. That's the standard for me but with a meal you kind of have to pace yourself, so I give her one of those apologetic smiles.
"I'll have a beer please. Anything imported, that comes in a bottle will be fine. And don't worry about bringing me a glass."
As I say that I cast my eyes around the place. Is this the sort of place drinking from the glass was the norm? I check out a couple of the tables around us. Yep. All drinking from glasses. Though to be fair I don't see any bottles of beer anywhere. I shrug to myself. Oh well. I am who I am and I really do think it tastes better from the bottle. Though maybe I just like the fact that you take in less air and get drunk quicker. Whatever the reason, I can't take back something that's already been said.
I wait for the waitress to get Charlie's order before I ask my next question. The tattoo thing could wait. Especially since it seemed she had a story to tell. A story that she'd be more comfortable telling if she were a little buzzed. I'm curious of course, but I'm not going to push. Not when we don't really know each other all that well yet.
"You don't get drunk?"

[CharlotteC]

Charlie lifted a brow slightly as Sky asked her to hold up but then relaxed and smiled politely to the hostess as she sat us at a table, she glanced around a little before she let her concentration be drawn back to her companion as she continued on with the thought that had been interrupted only moments earlier. Her face taking on a more neutral look as she thought about if she were missing anyone. The first question was a fairly simple one, but meeting his other progeny? That one she wasn't completely sure on. After all, there was a good chance that people she had come in contact with in her small outings that usually lead her from one Factory to another or one Company to another. But after a moment she shook her head, "Nope, I mean I have talked to a couple of them through the family Crownet, but nope. In Lex's case, I had sent my resume to a friend and she had passed it onto him, he pretty much hired me as a freelancer of sorts. I didn't have to actually go in anywhere because I was capable of doing the job from home."

In fact, she was capable of doing the same job that she was doing for Elliot and the Backpackers as well from home, but she actually liked Lancaster's and she liked the Backpackers, she liked being able to help there and then if she got bored, she could run downstairs and hit a pool table or two. As she was thinking of this, she notices the waitress on the way and lifted her own menu, glancing over it. She didn't need more than that to know what she wanted from the place. That was one perk (and yet curse at the same time) to having a photographic memory. When she asked for our drinks, she waited as Skylar to answer, but it seemed that she had zoned out. She could practically see Skylar snapping back into it and smirked a little before she gave her order as well. "I'll have a Allagash White if you have it, if not whatever you have on tap is fine." It was, in a way, sad for her to say that, 'whatever you got'. She was one of those that normally knew what she wanted when she wanted it, but ever since she had lost the ability to get drunk - or high for that matter - alcohol just seemed like a waste to her to order.

Still, She needed something familiar, as she had said to Skylar, if she was going to get into the story about the Barcode. She put her hands in her lap and ran the palms of them against her pants, even though there was no sweat there, it was still one of those old things she did whenever she had to remember her Ex. Like she wanted to beat the crap out of him all over again. And nine times out of ten she really did want to do that. Once the waitress brought over their drinks, she looked between the two of them to see if they were ready to order any food. She glanced at Skylar for a moment as she lifted the drink that the waitress had set down before her. Just the smell of the beer was memory inducing, she sipped the drink and smiled a little. It would be up to Skylar if she was ready to order a meal or to send the woman away. Charlie could do either or, but since Skylar hadn't had a real chance to look over the menu, she figured that she might need the time to look.

[Skylar]

It sounds a bit dodgy working for someone you've never met but it's probably not all that unusual in this day and age. I couldn't exactly comment, I worked from home until recently. Well. Not from my home, Dillon's, but it was all the same to me.
"So what did you do? I mean if you worked from home you obviously weren't working in the sales department. Unless you were home cold-calling people? Wouldn't you have preferred to have gone into work? You know. Meet the peeps. Interact with others and all that. I mean you seem like the sociable sort."
It probably wasn't a huge deal. Working at Dillon's I didn't see all that many people while I was working. Though I did have one hell of a social life; still do as and when I want it. I've probably been a bit more of a homebody since my turning but that's probably to be expected. I was learning to adapt to a new lifestyle, new hours. Not that the hours were all that different to the ones I used to keep.
The waitress comes back with the drinks in record time and sets them before us. With service like this she'd definitely be leaving a generous tip. It was the right thing to do, especially since customer service jobs like this usually paid minimum wage. So tips are how they really earn their money.
I pick up the menu, glance over it and without my eyes even settling on anything I hand it off to our server.
"I'll have a pizza with the works."
If we were going to eat, I was going to eat properly. Pizza wasn't any fun unless it came fully loaded with just about as much meat and cheese as the thing could actually take without falling apart in your hands. I kinda blame the guys for this. When I lived at home pizza was a very rare treat. The moment I moved in with friends, it became a part of my staple diet. Pizza and beer. Two loves I could trace to the source. I like to think that's the measure of a good friendship. If you actually touch each other's lives you pick up on each other's habits and stuff.
I look to Charlie and wait to see what she orders. Just based off our initial meeting I have her pegged as a pasta girl. Spaghetti or Carbonara or something. Something she could fill up on but still eat while maintaining a dignified persona. There really wasn't a dignified way to eat pizza. Not if you eat it properly. Mum ate it with a knife and fork. I never could get my head around that little habit I tell ya. What's the point in having pizza if your fingers don't get covered in grease? There wasn't one. At least not one that I could see.