(OOC) Log!
A friendly chat with Dave downtown. Well, friendly enough. ^_^ Note: In order to not conflict with other IC plans Quark had for today, this scene is backdated, taking place two days ago instead. Thanks again to Dave for a fun, interesting scene. Enjoy!
< NYC > The Bronx < NYC >
Definitely not a section of New York to be missed, Bronx County widely-known and appreciated, yet attempts to maintain a somewhat humble air, nevertheless. A highly environmentally conscious community, it hosts the famous Bronx Zoo, miles of parks, and abounding artistic expression that has attracted the interest of even Twain and Poe, over the years. Various buildings compose the community amid the carefully planned landscaping, mostly libraries and old brick business building, although residential facilities are dotted here and there for those with a careful eye. Although it's still relatively close to the inner city, the air seems much cleaner here, especially in the summer outdoor concerts held in the parks annually.
[Exits : [S]kate [P]ark, [B]arnes and [N]oble, [St]arbucks, [T]aco [B]ell, [We]stchester, [B]ronx [Z]oo, and [H]arlem ]
[Players : Dave ]
Heading out of the skate park, half an hour spent in pursuit of a free board. He'd given up, nobody was feeling too generous today it seems. He glances about, he didn't know how to get back to his residence and he had no cash for a taxi. "Great." he mumbles.
Quark stretches his arms and yawns as he walks out of Starbucks, his green and white uniform still on after a busy day of work. He had to work all morning and lunch, again, and has only just now been replaced after a late lunch rush. Kind of sets the tone for the rest of the day, probably...still, he's glad to be done for the day. As he removes his hat and fumbles to untie his apron despite the bandages on his hands, he frowns curiously as he spots someone in the crowd that looks very familiar. Hmm...where is he from? Oh yeah, from the beach the other day, when they played volleybal! Doesn't his name start with a D? Let's see. Donny? Doug? Dan? "Err...Dave?" he calls out to the teenager with a wave, a small grin on his face. That one sounds right.
Head turns, Dave it was and he gives a frown to the greeting. His eyes track through the crowd and rest on Quark. He approaches slowly, raising an eyebrow in question, "Do I know you?" the face hadn't clicked.
Aha! So he did figure out the right name. Flashing a small grin, he nods briefly with a shrug, "Well, sort of. I was at the beach the other day, playing volleyball with some friends? And one of them seemed to know you. But you didn't want to play. My name's Chris, Chris Parker. But my friends call me Quark." As if that explains everything. Quark has a tendency to just start talking to random people, for the fun of it, it seems. He nods over to the skate park entrance, using it as a topic for some innocent small-talk. "So, do you like to skate?" If some of the other Xavierites know him and seem to like him, surely he must have an equally amiable personality, right?
"No, I visit for the scenery..." Dave almost sneers, a bit of old fasioned sarcasm. "Yeah I skate.. when I can get a board..." he turns around, looking at the mentioned park, "I remember... I had stuff to do..." his English accent draws a little attention, the occasional passer giving him a glance. He'd usually just stare back. "Still got stuff to do..." he turns back.
Right...so maybe he /doesn't/ have such an amiable nature. Maybe he just needs to prod a bit, make some jokes, get him to open up. Some people just take some effort to make them realize you're just trying to be friendly. So, he laughs at Dave's sarcasm, replying, "Yeah, well, I never was much into boarding. I'm terrible at that kind of coordination." See? Friendly. He doesn't bite, really...no need to get snappy back. Trying to think of a way to keep up the conversation, he attempts a different tactic, asking as Dave turns around, "So you know a few people from the school, then?"
"A few.." comes the reply, Dave wasn't being abnormally shellish, just acting like normal. He began to wonder where this lead, he was never the best talker, with a less than mediocre track with friends. "Boarding takes time, I was just lucky I had a good teacher."
Quark nods, that curiously happy smile still on his face. "Yeah, I never really did take the time to get any better at it. Maybe I just need some more practice. Who taught you? Anyone famous?" he grins. As if New York's a breeding ground for famous skaters, or something. He pauses for a moment, silence settling in between the two teens. Hmm. Maybe having a normal, friendly conversation will be harder than he thought. He must admit, it must seem weird to just have some random person start talking to you out of the blue like that. No wonder Dave seems a bit quiet.
Dave shakes his head, "No... just someone who knew what to say and how to learn..." he eyes Quark somewhat before crossing his arms, "Is this going somewhere? Do you need something or what?"
Quark blinks and frowns, eyebrows furrowing into his forehead. He holds his hands out, palms up, in a defensive, questioning matter. He asks in a slightly offended tone, "Do I /need/ something? Who said I needed a reason to have a friendly conversation with someone?" He shakes his head and sighs. "Whatever. Well, to answer your question, /no/, I don't need anything. I just felt like trying to say hi. And you seemed like you were looking for something, so I thought I'd offer to help." Because that's the kind of things he does. So there.
Dave nods, trying to understand the reasoning, "Alright, alright... you wanna chat, you can buy me a coke..." Dave adds a smile on the end of this, it wasn't that he was nasty, he just didn't always have the right approach.
Well, there's some progress, anyway. He blinks and then grins slightly himself, replying, "A Coke, eh? Sure you don't want a coffee instead?" What with the employee discount and all, it'd probably be just as cheap, anyway. Maybe Dave is just one of those people who are more shy...that would explain why he didn't feel like playing with the others the other day, at the beach.
Dave nods, "Of course.. I don't really like coffee, why? If you want coffee they probably have both at some cafe." his gazes falls on Quark, looks down, looks across to Starbucks and his mouths falls into an 'oh'.
Quark shrugs, replying, "Oh, I was just offering. Coffee seems to be a popular choice with teenagers these days," he grins. Yeah, his uniform would probably give away the fact that he's biased towards coffee. "But...Coke it is." He looks around for some other shop or cafe they might be able to grab a Coke, but the Starbucks behind them is probably the best bet. How ironic. As he turns around to start walking towards he, waving Dave along, he continues with the small-talk. "So, how do you know about the school, then? Through some of the other students you've met?" Or is he also some bully-ridden mutant kid who suffers from the ridicule of society?
Dave says, "I was hurt.. I needed medical help and contacted Dr. Grey.. She never showed up though, she sent.. uh.. Jareth? He picked me up and left me in the school after I was treated.." he smirks, "Haven't heard from him yet.. so i left.."
Quark blinks and winces slightly. "Well, I can understand Jean not being able to make it. She doesn't live at the school right now, she's on sabbatical leave for a year." He crosses his arms over his chest as they walk and frowns, though. "But for Jareth not to come back and talk to you seems a little out of character for him." He walks briefly into the Starbucks shop, a short muffled conversation and a laugh audible through the closed door. Then Quark walks back out as quickly as he had entered, successfully carrying a bottle of Coke. Handing it to Dave with a small grin, he adds, "Are you doing alright now, though? Medically?"
Dave nods, "Healed up ages ago... I tend to be alright on that sort of thing..." he says, looking down at his knee, uncasted a while back it was like nothing had happened. Dave looks up again, at Quark, taking the bottle and opening it to drink a refreshing burst before puting the cap back on loosly and turning a question to his newfound companion, "So what's your story?"
Quark blinks again, a curious smile forming on his face. "Some kind of advanced healing factor, perhaps?" Quark hopes that his insinuation that Dave is a mutant doesn't frighten him; after all, most of the people the Xavier students hang out with are, anyway. "Hmmm," he ponders. "My story? Well, let's see. I've lived in New York all my life. Used to go to a public school on the city outskirts, but I came to stay at Xavier's my junior year. I found the environment much more...welcoming, I think." Read: I got teased at school for being a mutant, and moved to Xavier's to be a better mutant. "My mother, Dr. Allison Parker, is a biochemistry professor at New York University." The mention of a father, however, is blatantly omitted.
Somewhere on the muck, Quinn has connected.
Dave shakes his head, "Not that I know of... just a healthy body I suppose..." he shrugs and continues to guzzle the fizzy drink before nodding, "My mum... she's ill..." that's all he says, making it a blunt no-go area.
Quark shrugs. "Well, I'm not exactly a super healer either," he grins, waving his bandages for emphasis. He goes quiet at the mention of Dave's mother being ill, and Quark nods knowingly. In a softer voice, he offers, "About a year and a half ago, my mother was diagnosed with a sever form of leukemia, induced by overexposure to radiation." That last word is spoken, even after all this time, bitterly; if only Dave knew what Quark had done with his eyes, he wouldn't be so friendly. "It was only through the expert help of Dr. Grey and some other friends at the mansion that she was able to pull through." He pauses for a long moment, then adds with a glance in Dave's direction, "...I hope she gets better."
Dave nods, "Same here, man... I'm sure she'll be fine in the end." that added more sombriety to the conversation. Dave just falls silent and contemplative, breaking his stare with the occasional gulp of coke.
Quark also stands there in silence, as if the topic has brought a darker atmosphere around them. He tries to (hopefully) lighten things up, finally breaking that ominous silence by asking, "So, do you have any other family here in the city? Any siblings or anything?" He idly looks around the area, studying some of the architecture or something as if it interests him. It doesn't, really, but it beats standing there and staring at the ground while he awkwardly shuffles his feet.
Dave shakes his head, "Nope... I'm looking into traces of my dad... he moved here when I was younger. Did a bit of investigation this morning, found out where he first moved in... Around here, actually..."
Quark nods, but once again mysteriously falls into a distant silence. No matter how old he gets, how much time passes between that terrible event from his past, the subject of his father has always pained Quark and made him quite uneasy. So, he once again tries to change the topic of the conversation. "So, how long have you lived here, in the city? Not too long, it sounds like?"
Dave shakes his head, "Couplea months at most..." he replys blankly, searching for what was up with Quark, he was almost as jumpy as he was, eyebrow raises.
Quark smiles, and seems to be back to his good ol' self, now that the subject has changed. Whatever it was that irritated him seems to have passed, although a hint of a strain might just be noticeable in his voice as he forces it to seem cheery once again. "Wow, only a couple of months, huh? Do you like it here?" Which raises a new question, he realizes after a moment. "Which part of New York are you living in, anyway?"
"Um... wherever..." that left more to the imagination than was good, but he just finished the coke. Coupled with that last sentance, his asking for a coke would only look like another sign. He was a regular scruffbag too, the trouble (and in the case of thieves, bonus) was, everyone thought he was a tramp with no money. He had no money, but he did have a place to stay.
Quark has no problem with offering to buy someone something now and then. "Want another Coke?" he grins, nodding at the empty bottle. After all, he has a fine, steady job, a wonderful place to live, and a loving family--now that his mother is alright, anyway. "When my mother was ill, and there was no one else to financially support our family..." A corner of his mouth twitches, a dark look flashing over his face for just a moment as he once again brings the subject close to the mention of his father. "...I had to find and rent out an apartment myself. So I got a job, and stayed in Clinton--right near Hell's Kitchen--until I found out about Xavier's." He glances down at his feet, shifting his feet in an uncomfortable silence, before looking up at Dave and finishing, "If you ever need a place to stay, I'm sure the Professor would be fine with you coming to the school. If you want."
Dave snorts, "Yeah right... Tell ya what, if you can get someones attention, I'll bow down and kiss your balls..." he snorts again, shaking his head, "No more coke for me, but if you waaaant... you could get food with me, tho, I'm paying for myself this time..."
Quark blinks, arching an eyebrow with a frown, then suddenly laughs aloud. "Getting the attention of one of the staff members isn't so hard if you know who to ask, or when," he grins. "If you still want to come, all you have to do is ask, and I'll be sure to talk to one of the staff members about it. I promise. And I don't throw that phrase around lightly." At the mention of food, he glances at his watch, grinning, "That would be great. I'm quite hungry, actually. Where would you like to go?" He glances around, trying to find a place to eat. "There's a Taco Bell right over there," he nods in one direction, "or we could walk a few blocks and look for something else. I don't mind."
Dave shrugs, "I dunno... I'm cool with most foods over here, cause my mum didn't cook em... I mean... -ANYTHING- is an improvment past her vegitarian soup thing..." he gacks and grins, looking at the Taco Bell and shrugging, "Taco Bell it is.."
Quark grins, replying, "I had some vegan friends at my public high school. I never understood what on earth they're even allowed to eat, if they can't have meat or any sorts of animal by-products. I prefer meat, myself," he grins. "Alright, Taco Bell it is!" He waves and heads over to the fast food restaurant. If you can call it a restaurant, anyway. He's just glad that Dave's finally starting to open up a bit.
Quark (OOC) waves us over to Taco Bell, then. ^_^
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< NYC > Taco Bell < NYC >
It's a Taco Bell...what else can one expect? A little on the dingy side with some many patrons zooming in and out twenty-four seven. This establishment is one of the dozens of small establishments scattered throughout the city. A ramp from the sidewalk leads up into the smallish building. A few tables are set about, usually occupied by tired parents and screaming children, but most often this establishment is for businessmen or hurried tourists needing a quick take-out meal. The far side of the building is dominated by the counter and the kitchen where uniformed staff are always seen. The walls and floor seem to be applying themselves to a turquoise theme.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
Dave has arrived.
Ah! Taco Bell, great stuff, Dave takes a deep breath in before heading over to the que, making sure he gets there before anyone else makes it longer. He looks at other peoples food and shakes his head. Grgrgrgrgr... <-- There goes his stomach!
Quark glances over at Dave as he actually hears his stomach growl. Wow, he must be quite hungry, too. Quark gets into line right behind Dave, allowing the other teenager to order before him. He's not in a hurry, and he already knows what he wants, anyway. No need to rush things.
Dave sniggers, "I'm one of the people that never have their change ready taking the bus... and I -never- work out what I want to eat until prompted.." he looks up at the boards before frowning, "Ah what the hell, what're you getting?"
"Combo meal number 8. Three hard- or soft-shelled tacos, large drink. Throw in a side of cinnamon twists, and I have a full meal for less than five dollars," he recites with a wide grin. "Besides, those things are actually quite filling. I've tried a few other things, too. I like their quesadillas, too."
Dave nods, "Alright, I'll have.. what he said." two thumbs point at Quark as he addresses the unimpressed cashier. He places a hand on the table and waits.
Quark (OOC) will actually be leave in a few minutes to eat dinner, too, and then I have to take off... :/
Quark (OOC) says, "I'm leaving to head back home downstate for a few days, to get ready for school and do some financial aid paperwork for school."
Dave (OOC) says, "ohright"
Dave (OOC) says, "well"
Dave (OOC) says, "We can 'fade'"
Quark (OOC) has to go...
Quark orders the same thing when his turn comes up, and also patiently waits for the food. As their orders come up, he directs Dave over to a table in the corner, snatching a few packets of Hot sauce on the way. Not Mild, but definitely not Fire. He's an in-between sort of guy when it comes to spicy foods. "Thanks for coming," he offers to Dave, a smile on his face. And for being friendly.
Quark (OOC) waves, and thanks for the scene again!
< NYC > The Bronx < NYC >
Definitely not a section of New York to be missed, Bronx County widely-known and appreciated, yet attempts to maintain a somewhat humble air, nevertheless. A highly environmentally conscious community, it hosts the famous Bronx Zoo, miles of parks, and abounding artistic expression that has attracted the interest of even Twain and Poe, over the years. Various buildings compose the community amid the carefully planned landscaping, mostly libraries and old brick business building, although residential facilities are dotted here and there for those with a careful eye. Although it's still relatively close to the inner city, the air seems much cleaner here, especially in the summer outdoor concerts held in the parks annually.
[Exits : [S]kate [P]ark, [B]arnes and [N]oble, [St]arbucks, [T]aco [B]ell, [We]stchester, [B]ronx [Z]oo, and [H]arlem ]
[Players : Dave ]
Heading out of the skate park, half an hour spent in pursuit of a free board. He'd given up, nobody was feeling too generous today it seems. He glances about, he didn't know how to get back to his residence and he had no cash for a taxi. "Great." he mumbles.
Quark stretches his arms and yawns as he walks out of Starbucks, his green and white uniform still on after a busy day of work. He had to work all morning and lunch, again, and has only just now been replaced after a late lunch rush. Kind of sets the tone for the rest of the day, probably...still, he's glad to be done for the day. As he removes his hat and fumbles to untie his apron despite the bandages on his hands, he frowns curiously as he spots someone in the crowd that looks very familiar. Hmm...where is he from? Oh yeah, from the beach the other day, when they played volleybal! Doesn't his name start with a D? Let's see. Donny? Doug? Dan? "Err...Dave?" he calls out to the teenager with a wave, a small grin on his face. That one sounds right.
Head turns, Dave it was and he gives a frown to the greeting. His eyes track through the crowd and rest on Quark. He approaches slowly, raising an eyebrow in question, "Do I know you?" the face hadn't clicked.
Aha! So he did figure out the right name. Flashing a small grin, he nods briefly with a shrug, "Well, sort of. I was at the beach the other day, playing volleyball with some friends? And one of them seemed to know you. But you didn't want to play. My name's Chris, Chris Parker. But my friends call me Quark." As if that explains everything. Quark has a tendency to just start talking to random people, for the fun of it, it seems. He nods over to the skate park entrance, using it as a topic for some innocent small-talk. "So, do you like to skate?" If some of the other Xavierites know him and seem to like him, surely he must have an equally amiable personality, right?
"No, I visit for the scenery..." Dave almost sneers, a bit of old fasioned sarcasm. "Yeah I skate.. when I can get a board..." he turns around, looking at the mentioned park, "I remember... I had stuff to do..." his English accent draws a little attention, the occasional passer giving him a glance. He'd usually just stare back. "Still got stuff to do..." he turns back.
Right...so maybe he /doesn't/ have such an amiable nature. Maybe he just needs to prod a bit, make some jokes, get him to open up. Some people just take some effort to make them realize you're just trying to be friendly. So, he laughs at Dave's sarcasm, replying, "Yeah, well, I never was much into boarding. I'm terrible at that kind of coordination." See? Friendly. He doesn't bite, really...no need to get snappy back. Trying to think of a way to keep up the conversation, he attempts a different tactic, asking as Dave turns around, "So you know a few people from the school, then?"
"A few.." comes the reply, Dave wasn't being abnormally shellish, just acting like normal. He began to wonder where this lead, he was never the best talker, with a less than mediocre track with friends. "Boarding takes time, I was just lucky I had a good teacher."
Quark nods, that curiously happy smile still on his face. "Yeah, I never really did take the time to get any better at it. Maybe I just need some more practice. Who taught you? Anyone famous?" he grins. As if New York's a breeding ground for famous skaters, or something. He pauses for a moment, silence settling in between the two teens. Hmm. Maybe having a normal, friendly conversation will be harder than he thought. He must admit, it must seem weird to just have some random person start talking to you out of the blue like that. No wonder Dave seems a bit quiet.
Dave shakes his head, "No... just someone who knew what to say and how to learn..." he eyes Quark somewhat before crossing his arms, "Is this going somewhere? Do you need something or what?"
Quark blinks and frowns, eyebrows furrowing into his forehead. He holds his hands out, palms up, in a defensive, questioning matter. He asks in a slightly offended tone, "Do I /need/ something? Who said I needed a reason to have a friendly conversation with someone?" He shakes his head and sighs. "Whatever. Well, to answer your question, /no/, I don't need anything. I just felt like trying to say hi. And you seemed like you were looking for something, so I thought I'd offer to help." Because that's the kind of things he does. So there.
Dave nods, trying to understand the reasoning, "Alright, alright... you wanna chat, you can buy me a coke..." Dave adds a smile on the end of this, it wasn't that he was nasty, he just didn't always have the right approach.
Well, there's some progress, anyway. He blinks and then grins slightly himself, replying, "A Coke, eh? Sure you don't want a coffee instead?" What with the employee discount and all, it'd probably be just as cheap, anyway. Maybe Dave is just one of those people who are more shy...that would explain why he didn't feel like playing with the others the other day, at the beach.
Dave nods, "Of course.. I don't really like coffee, why? If you want coffee they probably have both at some cafe." his gazes falls on Quark, looks down, looks across to Starbucks and his mouths falls into an 'oh'.
Quark shrugs, replying, "Oh, I was just offering. Coffee seems to be a popular choice with teenagers these days," he grins. Yeah, his uniform would probably give away the fact that he's biased towards coffee. "But...Coke it is." He looks around for some other shop or cafe they might be able to grab a Coke, but the Starbucks behind them is probably the best bet. How ironic. As he turns around to start walking towards he, waving Dave along, he continues with the small-talk. "So, how do you know about the school, then? Through some of the other students you've met?" Or is he also some bully-ridden mutant kid who suffers from the ridicule of society?
Dave says, "I was hurt.. I needed medical help and contacted Dr. Grey.. She never showed up though, she sent.. uh.. Jareth? He picked me up and left me in the school after I was treated.." he smirks, "Haven't heard from him yet.. so i left.."
Quark blinks and winces slightly. "Well, I can understand Jean not being able to make it. She doesn't live at the school right now, she's on sabbatical leave for a year." He crosses his arms over his chest as they walk and frowns, though. "But for Jareth not to come back and talk to you seems a little out of character for him." He walks briefly into the Starbucks shop, a short muffled conversation and a laugh audible through the closed door. Then Quark walks back out as quickly as he had entered, successfully carrying a bottle of Coke. Handing it to Dave with a small grin, he adds, "Are you doing alright now, though? Medically?"
Dave nods, "Healed up ages ago... I tend to be alright on that sort of thing..." he says, looking down at his knee, uncasted a while back it was like nothing had happened. Dave looks up again, at Quark, taking the bottle and opening it to drink a refreshing burst before puting the cap back on loosly and turning a question to his newfound companion, "So what's your story?"
Quark blinks again, a curious smile forming on his face. "Some kind of advanced healing factor, perhaps?" Quark hopes that his insinuation that Dave is a mutant doesn't frighten him; after all, most of the people the Xavier students hang out with are, anyway. "Hmmm," he ponders. "My story? Well, let's see. I've lived in New York all my life. Used to go to a public school on the city outskirts, but I came to stay at Xavier's my junior year. I found the environment much more...welcoming, I think." Read: I got teased at school for being a mutant, and moved to Xavier's to be a better mutant. "My mother, Dr. Allison Parker, is a biochemistry professor at New York University." The mention of a father, however, is blatantly omitted.
Somewhere on the muck, Quinn has connected.
Dave shakes his head, "Not that I know of... just a healthy body I suppose..." he shrugs and continues to guzzle the fizzy drink before nodding, "My mum... she's ill..." that's all he says, making it a blunt no-go area.
Quark shrugs. "Well, I'm not exactly a super healer either," he grins, waving his bandages for emphasis. He goes quiet at the mention of Dave's mother being ill, and Quark nods knowingly. In a softer voice, he offers, "About a year and a half ago, my mother was diagnosed with a sever form of leukemia, induced by overexposure to radiation." That last word is spoken, even after all this time, bitterly; if only Dave knew what Quark had done with his eyes, he wouldn't be so friendly. "It was only through the expert help of Dr. Grey and some other friends at the mansion that she was able to pull through." He pauses for a long moment, then adds with a glance in Dave's direction, "...I hope she gets better."
Dave nods, "Same here, man... I'm sure she'll be fine in the end." that added more sombriety to the conversation. Dave just falls silent and contemplative, breaking his stare with the occasional gulp of coke.
Quark also stands there in silence, as if the topic has brought a darker atmosphere around them. He tries to (hopefully) lighten things up, finally breaking that ominous silence by asking, "So, do you have any other family here in the city? Any siblings or anything?" He idly looks around the area, studying some of the architecture or something as if it interests him. It doesn't, really, but it beats standing there and staring at the ground while he awkwardly shuffles his feet.
Dave shakes his head, "Nope... I'm looking into traces of my dad... he moved here when I was younger. Did a bit of investigation this morning, found out where he first moved in... Around here, actually..."
Quark nods, but once again mysteriously falls into a distant silence. No matter how old he gets, how much time passes between that terrible event from his past, the subject of his father has always pained Quark and made him quite uneasy. So, he once again tries to change the topic of the conversation. "So, how long have you lived here, in the city? Not too long, it sounds like?"
Dave shakes his head, "Couplea months at most..." he replys blankly, searching for what was up with Quark, he was almost as jumpy as he was, eyebrow raises.
Quark smiles, and seems to be back to his good ol' self, now that the subject has changed. Whatever it was that irritated him seems to have passed, although a hint of a strain might just be noticeable in his voice as he forces it to seem cheery once again. "Wow, only a couple of months, huh? Do you like it here?" Which raises a new question, he realizes after a moment. "Which part of New York are you living in, anyway?"
"Um... wherever..." that left more to the imagination than was good, but he just finished the coke. Coupled with that last sentance, his asking for a coke would only look like another sign. He was a regular scruffbag too, the trouble (and in the case of thieves, bonus) was, everyone thought he was a tramp with no money. He had no money, but he did have a place to stay.
Quark has no problem with offering to buy someone something now and then. "Want another Coke?" he grins, nodding at the empty bottle. After all, he has a fine, steady job, a wonderful place to live, and a loving family--now that his mother is alright, anyway. "When my mother was ill, and there was no one else to financially support our family..." A corner of his mouth twitches, a dark look flashing over his face for just a moment as he once again brings the subject close to the mention of his father. "...I had to find and rent out an apartment myself. So I got a job, and stayed in Clinton--right near Hell's Kitchen--until I found out about Xavier's." He glances down at his feet, shifting his feet in an uncomfortable silence, before looking up at Dave and finishing, "If you ever need a place to stay, I'm sure the Professor would be fine with you coming to the school. If you want."
Dave snorts, "Yeah right... Tell ya what, if you can get someones attention, I'll bow down and kiss your balls..." he snorts again, shaking his head, "No more coke for me, but if you waaaant... you could get food with me, tho, I'm paying for myself this time..."
Quark blinks, arching an eyebrow with a frown, then suddenly laughs aloud. "Getting the attention of one of the staff members isn't so hard if you know who to ask, or when," he grins. "If you still want to come, all you have to do is ask, and I'll be sure to talk to one of the staff members about it. I promise. And I don't throw that phrase around lightly." At the mention of food, he glances at his watch, grinning, "That would be great. I'm quite hungry, actually. Where would you like to go?" He glances around, trying to find a place to eat. "There's a Taco Bell right over there," he nods in one direction, "or we could walk a few blocks and look for something else. I don't mind."
Dave shrugs, "I dunno... I'm cool with most foods over here, cause my mum didn't cook em... I mean... -ANYTHING- is an improvment past her vegitarian soup thing..." he gacks and grins, looking at the Taco Bell and shrugging, "Taco Bell it is.."
Quark grins, replying, "I had some vegan friends at my public high school. I never understood what on earth they're even allowed to eat, if they can't have meat or any sorts of animal by-products. I prefer meat, myself," he grins. "Alright, Taco Bell it is!" He waves and heads over to the fast food restaurant. If you can call it a restaurant, anyway. He's just glad that Dave's finally starting to open up a bit.
Quark (OOC) waves us over to Taco Bell, then. ^_^
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< NYC > Taco Bell < NYC >
It's a Taco Bell...what else can one expect? A little on the dingy side with some many patrons zooming in and out twenty-four seven. This establishment is one of the dozens of small establishments scattered throughout the city. A ramp from the sidewalk leads up into the smallish building. A few tables are set about, usually occupied by tired parents and screaming children, but most often this establishment is for businessmen or hurried tourists needing a quick take-out meal. The far side of the building is dominated by the counter and the kitchen where uniformed staff are always seen. The walls and floor seem to be applying themselves to a turquoise theme.
[Exits : [O]ut ]
Dave has arrived.
Ah! Taco Bell, great stuff, Dave takes a deep breath in before heading over to the que, making sure he gets there before anyone else makes it longer. He looks at other peoples food and shakes his head. Grgrgrgrgr... <-- There goes his stomach!
Quark glances over at Dave as he actually hears his stomach growl. Wow, he must be quite hungry, too. Quark gets into line right behind Dave, allowing the other teenager to order before him. He's not in a hurry, and he already knows what he wants, anyway. No need to rush things.
Dave sniggers, "I'm one of the people that never have their change ready taking the bus... and I -never- work out what I want to eat until prompted.." he looks up at the boards before frowning, "Ah what the hell, what're you getting?"
"Combo meal number 8. Three hard- or soft-shelled tacos, large drink. Throw in a side of cinnamon twists, and I have a full meal for less than five dollars," he recites with a wide grin. "Besides, those things are actually quite filling. I've tried a few other things, too. I like their quesadillas, too."
Dave nods, "Alright, I'll have.. what he said." two thumbs point at Quark as he addresses the unimpressed cashier. He places a hand on the table and waits.
Quark (OOC) will actually be leave in a few minutes to eat dinner, too, and then I have to take off... :/
Quark (OOC) says, "I'm leaving to head back home downstate for a few days, to get ready for school and do some financial aid paperwork for school."
Dave (OOC) says, "ohright"
Dave (OOC) says, "well"
Dave (OOC) says, "We can 'fade'"
Quark (OOC) has to go...
Quark orders the same thing when his turn comes up, and also patiently waits for the food. As their orders come up, he directs Dave over to a table in the corner, snatching a few packets of Hot sauce on the way. Not Mild, but definitely not Fire. He's an in-between sort of guy when it comes to spicy foods. "Thanks for coming," he offers to Dave, a smile on his face. And for being friendly.
Quark (OOC) waves, and thanks for the scene again!