Lunch! Mmm... lunch...

Who: Billy and Skye
Where: The Diner
When: Around lunch time

Skye was sitting at a table at the diner, nibbling on a grilled cheese sandwich. So far her salad was untouched, but she liked to save that for last, anyway. And her green tea was cooling in it's cup - she'd already burnt her tongue once on it, and was rather disinclined to do it again today.

Around her a few people were exclaiming over the evils of ghosts and the general destruction they were creating in their nice stable lives - this, coming from people who apparently had werewolves roaming around during full moons - and that they needed exorcising and on and on. To the people they were eating with, not to Skye. Skye's home had, so far, been ghost free. And she was considerably grateful for that because she really wasn't sure what she'd do if there was a destructive ghost living with her. Well, there wasn't much she could do about the entire ghost thing anyway. She focused on her sandwich.

Billy had spent the morning assessing the damage at Oz' place - between water damage from the ghost and then electrical damage from Dean... Well, it could have been a lot worse, but putting it right wasn't going to be cheap, that was for sure. He was tired enough when he walked into the diner and ended up sitting across from a young woman. "Hi - do you mind?" he asked, picking up a menu, hoping she wasn't going to pitch a fit and make him find another table.

"Um. I guess not?" Skye was more surprised than worried, just because all the other tables seemed to be full, and while that didn't leave him a lot of choice it also meant he was probably not going to kidnap her or something. You know, all those things her mother warned her about before she moved in with her aunt. Still, she supposed she ought to ask. "Are you planning on kidnapping me and leaving my body in the woods? Because then I should probably say you should sit somewhere else."

Billy made a show of considering that. "Generally? No - my fiancée would probably have a real problem with me turning murderer, so I think I'll take a rain check on that today. I was just after some lunch - and it appears everyone else in town had the same idea, so... table share it is," Billy said.

"Works, then. You can sit if you like." Skye nodded, but he was already sitting anyway. She picked up her cup of green tea and took a tentative sip, and found the temperature to be much more to her liking. After another sip, she set it down and turned it so the handle faced the exact same direction as before. "So... hi. I'm Skye."

"Thanks for letting me share your table then. I'm Billy," he said, before turning to order himself a coffee and a burger - he was hungry today and he didn't know what time he'd end up getting home. That done, he turned back to the girl. "So, you a student at the high school?" he asked her, figuring that she was, looking at the age of her.

Skye perked up. At least he hadn't asked if she belonged in the middle school. That made her happy. "Yup. But classes are kind of... all over the place, lately, it seems, though. So I came here for lunch." She paused. "And the food is better here, anyway." And she nibbled on her sandwich again, to prove the point.

"My friend's cousin is a student there as well - I think he usually leaves campus for lunch. And has all over the place lessons as well," Billy told her, making conversation. Actually, having talked to Oz today, he really thought that it was more a case that Dean skipped school at every given opportunity than a case of wanting to leave campus for lunch and having trouble with his timetable, but he wasn't going to say that.

"Oh. Maybe I know him." Skye offered, though she didn't ask for the name because that would be prying and prying was awkward and all that. She didn't even really know this guy beyond a name, he had a fiancée, and the fact he had a friend who had a cousin. Which was, really, more than enough information about a perfect stranger. She finished her sandwich and wiped her fingers off on her napkin. "So you're on lunch break?" That seemed like a safe topic.

"Maybe you do - his name's Dean Conway. I think he's a sophomore. British guy, new this year," Billy offered as his food arrived and he tucked in. "And not exactly - I work for myself, so my lunch break's whenever I say it is. So, yeah - I guess that's what this is, but mostly I'm just stopping by for some food before I figure out what to do with my afternoon," he explained, easily.

Skye picked up her cup of tea to finish it, then nodded. "I think I might've seen him, then. I don't think I've ever actually talked to him, though. And food," she grinned and nodded. "always helps with important decisions like that, doesn't it?"

Billy raised an eyebrow. "What? Figuring out what to do? Yeah, I guess it does," he agreed, chuckling slightly. "So - has it helped you decide what to do with your afternoon? Or does green tea not help with decision-making?" Or, he knew, the decision could be made for her - school, school or more school.

"Well, after lunch I'm going back to school to at least pretend to pay attention, unless I actually do by total accident. And then I guess I'm going to..." She thought for a moment; Skye wasn't completely sure if her aunt had something planned that day. "I think I'm going to help paint my aunt's living room? Maybe? Something like that."

"Sounds like a plan - and painting your aunt's living room... My mom used to get me doing that kind of thing all the time when I was your age. We all go throguh it. And at least you'll know how to do it when you're older," he told her. It had been a godspend for him. An actual marketable skill, since he wasn't really an academic type.

Skye laughed. "I know the theory behind it. Paint goes on the wall. Seems pretty simple to me, but I guess that depends on how badly I end up ruining my clothes, the wall, the brushes, the floor... other assorted items."

"Don't put too much paint on the brush at any one time, and always brush in either an up and down, or back and forwards direction. Either horizontal or vertical - never both with a brush. If you're using a roller, that's different. Wear old clothes though, and put plastic sheeting down to save the furniture - and if you wash the brushes out straight away afterwards, you shouldn't ruin them," he advised, rattling that all off without even having to think about it.

"...yeah, so, after I ruin them I'll let you know how that went." Skye laughed again, shook her head, and started eating a little of her salad with a bright grin. "Or I could just call it modern art or something. That might save me."

Billy chuckled as he finished off his burger and pulled out his wallet. "Possibly - that's always an option," he agreed as he laid down some money. "Well, Skye - it was great meeting you. Good luck with your aunt's decorating and if t all goes disastrously wrong..." he pulled out a business card and slid it across the table, always on the lookout for more work. "She can always give me a call..."

Skye picked up the card and read it quickly, before putting it in the side pocket of her backpack. "It's not so much an 'if', it's more of a 'when'. But hey, sometimes miracles happen. I'm sure she'll call you if she wants some stuff done and the whole 'price' thing is reasonable." She gave him a half grin and took a bite of a tiny piece of carrot. "Or I'm just a complete disaster at simplistic renovation and she's desperate."

Billy stood. "I'm very reasonable - but good luck anyhow. Maybe you won't need me," he suggested, trying to be encouraging. As much as he could always do with the work - his house near enough ate money - he liked to see people trying to do for themselves as well.

Skye grinned at Billy again. "I doubt it, so thank you for the card. And the conversation. It was very nice meeting you."

"You too - maybe I'll see you around," Billy said, before heading off.