[Queenie's AU] November 17, 2010

[unionfran]

The sandwich shop stood in a busy part of town, across the street from an office building and between a pet shop and a video game store. Lunch breaks for employees at each of those buildings meant a visit to Queenie's, for one of their city-famous subs or a cup of the award-winning chili

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[low_key_angel]

Never, ever make a bet with Odin

[unionfran]

The stick-figure woman blinks at Gabriel. His confidence was a good sign, perhaps. She couldn't be certain yet. How would someone so sure of himself react to taking orders from a weak, stammering mess like her?

There's a pause to gather her words, feeling out the sentence to see what could possibly block her. In that moment, between her big brown eyes and the hunched, meek posture she tended to carry herself with, there was something rabbitlike to her.

"Oh, really? I c-c-c-c..." Dammit, the hard "c". Her worst enemy. She runs out of breath and tries again. "Need someone ssskilled. Try making a sssandwich--tuna, on wheat. D-d-d-drag it through the garden."

[low_key_angel]

He doesn't so much as bat an eye while she works her way through the sentence. Gabriel had been a Messenger a long time. Muhammad had a wicked stammer when he first started out. Moses had a profound lisp. So the words didn't sound like they'd come from an orator, that was never the point.

And she had very pretty eyes.

"Charlie on wheat with rabbit food. You got it boss." He clapped his hands together, gave them a brisk rub and got to work. In a short order there were two sandwiches. One toasted, one not. While she inspected his work, he ambled over to the coffee maker. Oh yes. He could make this thing sing once he got his hands on it.

Gabriel knew two things very well. Sugar and coffee. They went hand in hand when it came to his earthly addictions. "What's the verdict?"

(Mun has spent time researching stutters. >_<)

[unionfran]

She examines the sandwiches with a careful eye, opening them to pick apart. The sandwiches--the food in general are a point of pride. She can't allow inferior product to pass.

These aren't inferior, though.

"Will they all b-b-b..." A shorter block, but still frustrating. She pulls an annoyed face as she works her way through the "b". "Be as good as this?"