A Fang Eats Pizza

[hazlogs]

6/19/2002

Garcia's Pizza Parlor(#2882RJM$)

The first thing some people notice when they step into this room is the noise: almost always there is some sort of noise, of music or conversation or the employees in the back, cooking. Others see the lights, harsh yellow-white over the counter and on into the kitchen in the back, a dimmer, indeed faint glow above each of the tables scattered around. No matter which sense is first engaged by the room, almost all soon are captured by the smell of pizza; the smell pervades the place, an aroma of melted cheese, cooked tomato sauces, various meats, vegetables, all subtle, yet all blended together into the overwhelming smell. The smell tells the customer that, despite the less-than-classy look of the restaurant, the product is, undeniably, almost guaranteed to be good.

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In the corner near the door is a trio of video games and a soda machine. Scattered around the room are several tables; lining the back, the counter on which the pizzas are put before they are picked up.

Obvious exits:

STreet

Apocalypse has a booth by herself near the window and is halfway through a meal of no less than three slices of cheese pizza and a glass of cola. A _Bloom County_ book is spread open next to her plate, and it's this that her attention is on.

The little bell above the door jingles, as Renee makes her way inside. After a quick look around, the Gnawer goes over to the counter and orders a single slice of meat pizza and asks for some water. The guy behind the counter wrinkles his nose and asks for payment, before getting Renee's food. Once in possession of a pizza slice, Renee takes her food and makes her way over to Apocalypse's table. Taking the seat across from the other Galliard. "Hi," she rumbles, voice rough as sandpaper. "Saw ya talkin' ta Kaz earlier. She seemed ta know ya?"

Apocalypse glances up from the exploits of Opus and Milo and Bill the Cat. Her eyebrows rise in surprise, and then she breaks out into a broad grin. "Yeah," she says, with a thick New York accent. "Fuckin' family 'n shit." She wipes sauce from her mouth and flips the book closed, attention focussing all on the grubby kid. She sticks out a hand. "Name's Apocalypse."

Renee flashes her teeth in a feral grin, before taking the offered hand and giving it a quick shake. "Yea, family'n shit. My name's Renee."

At a height of six feet, Renee sticks out like a sore thumb. Muscle-bound and with the intelegence of a slug, judging by her sloping brow and beedy eyes. Shoulder length brown hair was tied back in a french braid months ago and has remained in that braid, loose bits of hair sticking out in every direction. Her t-shirt used to be red, but grease, dirt, and other things have turned it into a sickly brown, while the knees of her jeans are in tatters. Greasy hair and an unwashed body does little to improve Renee's appearance, or her smell. The cooler weather has prompted the young girl to dawn a filthy winter coat, all she has too keep her warm through the winter months.

"Fuckin' pleasure, Renee," says the pale-haired punk sincerely, and then picks up her pizza again and resumes munching. "Lemme guess, same branch as Kaz, yeah?"

Renee nods, picking up her slice of meat pizza and talking a huge bite out it. Chewing noisily, before swallowing. "Damn straight. You?"

Apocalypse grins crookedly. "Th' other end of the stick. You know. Hoity-fuckin'-toity."

Renee's eyebrows scrunch together in puzzlement, before she figures out what Apocalypse means. "You're shitting me!?"

Apocalypse laughs aloud at Renee's expression. "Heh! No, I ain't fuckin' shittin' you. Roy-al-ty." She grins widely, chewing.

Renee just shakes her head. "Jeez, man. Have ya met Tobin yet? He is one of yours."

Apocalypse rolls her eyes a bit, then shakes her head. "Nah, I haven't fuckin' met _anyone_ from my branch, yet. Keep missin' Brigid. Figure I'll have to fuckin' beat down her door like fuckin' soon, though. Heh."

Renee scratches at her nose. "Ya should meet Tobin. Workin' his way up from the bottom of the heep, with some others. He's an odd one. Call him Two-For-One, cause he has this guy from like a hundred years back or something, livin' in his head. Never know which on you're talinkin' with."

Apocalypse nods. Elbows on the table and occasional talking with the mouth full. Not to mention the Sopranos accent. _This_ is a Fang? "Yeah, I know that fuckin' drill. Not fuckin' personally, ya know, but I've met guys like that."

Thats pretty close to what Renee is thinking, as she alternates between eating and staring at the woman across from her. A Fang? Buh? "Hey listen, I ain't tryin' ta be rude or shit, but ya ain't what I'm used ta when I think about one of yours."

Apocalypse doesn't take offense. If anything, her grin widens. "Yeah, I get that a lot."

Renee just shakes her head. "Shit. Why? They can't liek it all that much."

Apocalypse shrugs a shoulder, taking another bite of her pizza. "Ya ever been to the Green, at Central Park?"

Renee shakes her head. "Nope. Only been here and ain't been here that long, even."

"Well, the fuckin' thing 'bout the Green is this. There's lots of your folks, an' it's pretty much ruled by your folks. An' I was born in Central Park, so ya could say I got a lotta fuckin' bad influence as a little fuckin' bitty thing." Apocalypse grins. "By the time Uncle Ian got me, I was pretty fuckin' incorrigable already. I mean, yeah, th'hardass motherfucker got _family_ inta me, an' don' think I don' fuckin' dig it a fuckin' _shitload_, but after I got my fuckin', ya know, my fuckin' diploma?" She waggles her eyebrows. "Fuck the dressy outward shit."

Renee just grins, every tooth in her head showing. "Damn, man, you're worse then Kaz when it comes ta swearing. I think that I like ya."

"Everybody likes me," replies Apocalypse blithely. "I mean, what's there fuckin' not to like?"

Renee snorts, shoving the last of her pizza into her mouth.

Apocalypse sniggers, chowing down on the last of her three slices of pizza.

Renee licks pizza sauce off her fingers, before slurping down her water and sliding off her seat. "I gotta get goin'. Was nice meetin' ya."

Apocalypse grins. "Hey, likewise. Tell Kaz I said hi, yeah?"

Renee nods. "Sure."

Renee heads past the trio of video games, through the door and onto the street.
Renee has left.