Snacks after sundown

[Kray]

Sometimes you have the option of waiting, sometimes you have the option of choosing, sometimes it is just whatever the first thing that can be found that could fill the gap. As was the need to tonight. There is a small queue of people waiting to get food from the Purple pig truck, a queue that gets brushed aide by a giant that has no intention to wait. Startled looks, explanations of outrage and perturbance silenced by a deep hungry look back at those he bowled past sending one or two staggering back a step at the hungry look in his eye and bared teeth. Of course they can't, well shouldn't be able to see how bad it really is but even through his mask the ashen king has a predator presence and he is making no attempt to be subtle about it in the here and now.

The guy in van might have gone to close the shutter except a big hand leans against it while the other slams down a large amount of money, a few bills stained with something sticky and red, either his hand is bleeding, or has someones blood on it. But it is a lot of money. "Bah. Six burgers rare, six hot dogs." A lot money then that order would need.

[Circe]

Someone arrives at a jog, not their normal method of travel after a night of work.


The track suit is, well, not flattering on the Fairest. Bright reflective colors are and good for safety of someone "jogging" late. Not flattering at all. The hiking vest doesn't help either, though it certainly helps provide the needed pockets for her things. And hide the shoulder holster better than a track suit would.


What her attire had improved over her earlier garments this evening? Lack of gunpowder, narcotic, blood, and viscera residue. Who the fanuclo tries to steal cocaine, cash, and guns from guys brandishing machineguns? Dumbass, nay, dead dumbasses, Circe nods with her thoughts. Wondering if that'd happen here as well.


Circe recognizes the big man accosting a food truck. Well, she might as well see what was up. And hears his order, "What fun, what fun," the sweaty Summer whispers before she inverts her volume: "oh ho ho ho!"


The Fairest COULD help here. In so many ways she could help the situation. Or feed on the crowd's ire, which her laugh might to draw a little of, but there is a bit of fear mixed in from them. Kray does that.


Eh, she could see how this went first, taking a swig from a Gatorade bottle. She moves to get a look at what the prices are. Big tipper be Kray. And the back of the line. Drinks. Shrugs, with a smile "Fanculo, nice menu but fanculo the wait, glad I already ate, this much I state."


No need to but in yet. Yet.

[Kray]

It's the laugh that drags the giants bulbous yellow eyes away from the vendor and the food being prepared, although he keeps one large hand on the counter, either guarding the money he had put down or stopping the screen from closing. it's laugh he knows well, a laugh he has heard many times before.

To say those eyes fix on the summer queen would be a lie, there is something to unfocused about the giants stare for that, but he is looking in her direction.
Through the combination of cowed and irate people he had pushed his way past.

The great grey head tilts as a candle flame of his mantle flares into a small ball of flame, a tiny illusory sun, before flicking back to the wisp of fire. Whatever he was thinking, whatever had crossed his mind seems to reach a conclusion and wit ha jerk of that great head he gestures that Circe is welcome to join him at the front.