A bunch of idiots

"Hmmm I don't know if I entirely agree. Glasses truly can make people look quite a deal different. Just not...that much" She shrugged. "Not in a whole brand new person type of way just in a, huh...didn't recognize you at first glance but now I'm looking and I know it's you sort of way'' She said before laughing. "But I will agree it's ridiculous that the makeovers for girls are just removing glasses or taking their hair down." She rolled her eyes

Donnie stared at her for a moment as she spoke, his eyes squinting slightly as he pondered her statement. He wondered if glasses did really make that much of a difference, he didn't think so but then again- he didn't know many people who wore glasses to compare to his theory. He scratched his head then pointed a bony tattooed finger in her direction. "You may have a point.... maybe" he settled, "I think I'll need to see more proof of it. Just seems like a ridiculous theory." he took another bite of pancake. "Those Rom com movies are all too predictable" he stated after a moment, his mind wandering to the next topic. "I'm not much for them in the first place.... but I think it'd be good to have one end more unexpectedly... they dont get together... one of them dies... one moves on... something but the same plotline over and over again" he rolled his head over his shoulders. "You like the romance movies?" he asked turning his gaze back to her.

"What? No, no. I mean yeah I'm having a good time or whatever" He noted. "Just not...really my scene" He added as he leaned against the wall as well. "No offense you're...very talented and beautiful" He said quickly.

Holidays gaze lingered on the male, clearly amused before shrugging. "I wasn't looking for validation, but thank you" She replied, no bite to her words but amusement lacing them. "So" she said turning to look at him. "What is your scene then?"

"You alright there?" He asked as he glanced up from the notes he was scribbling down now on another napkin. Finally really looking up at her he tucked his pen behind his ear. "Well...it is an Italian place." He pointed out slowly as he studied her for a moment. "So I'd recommend the spaghetti"

The woman gave a quick nod at his question then perked up at the mention of spaghetti. "Oh I love spaghetti." she grinned. "I'll have that, please" she glanced down at his notes again, rolling her lips together in a failed attempt to quiet herself. "What're you working on?" she asked leaning up slightly to peek at the napkin.

Jack had been working relentlessly on his inventory all day. He was at the point where all the numbers had begun to blur together and stopped making sense. He had finally gotten to the home stretch, scribbling things down on a napkin when he ran out of paper when he heard the woman's voice from the other side of the counter. "You walked in the door didn't you?" He asked as he raised a brow at her, tucking the napkin into his pocket.

Hattie rolled her lips together, nodding. "Yeah... of course" she shook her head as if to shake away the anxious feeling his tone had pulled up. "Sorry... sorry" she quickly apologized. "Uhm." she inhaled a breath, feeling a bit flustered before looking up at the menu. She had never been to this place before and wasn't sure what she should get but the girl was almost afraid to ask the man another question. She inhaled a breath, exhaling a slow soft sigh. "Uhm.. sorry" she apologized again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What would you recommend getting?" she asked in her signature southern drawl

Dominic had let his gym buddies convince him into a night off from his training, blowing off steam in another way they had marketed it as. But he'd never been one to particularly enjoy a gentleman's club. No offense to the women who worked there they were all beautiful but it felt so...skeevy to him. But that was largely in part due to the skeevy old men who were patrons. He had stepped outside to get some air when he heard the woman's voice next to him. "Huh? Oh yeah." He patted around his pockets before pulling a lighter out. "Here you go darlin'"

The womans lips curled upwards, inhaling an excited gasp. "Thank you" she took the lighter from him and lit the end of her cigarette before handing it back. She inhaled a deep draw before leaning back against the cool brick wall. "Not enjoying yourself?" she asked eyeing him carefully, a small smirk on her lips. "I saw you inside, not in a creepy way just observant." she pressed the cig back to her lips.

Ashwini had always been a night owl, born on the wrong end of the day she always said. So it was no surprise that she was sitting in her usual spot at the hole in the wall diner sipping a cup of coffee and browsing the menu as if she planned on ordering anything different from her usual. It had gotten to a point where she would walk in and the waitress would tell her that her order would be up soon--Ash would pretend to look at the menu but they both knew it wouldn't change.

He noticed her jump but didn't make much fuss over it, he'd startled people more times than he could count. Especially with his inability to sit in silence for more than 30 seconds. He stabbed a fork into his pancakes, pulling them to his mouth before speaking again. Manners not really being Donnie's strong suit, "I mean, logically glasses don't completely change your face." he rambled around a mouthful of pancake. "Its the same way in those awful movies about the girls who get a makeover but really she just takes off her glasses." he scoffed. "Absolutely ridiculous."

Open to anyone Plot: Peach finds you in the middle of the woods and offers you a drink. The Walking Dead universe, OCs or Canon characters welcome.

Open to anyone Plot: Donnie is watching your muse fiddling with something.