For Reasons Wretched and Divine

Roller Skates

Happy had been hungry all week. It was the kind of hunger that scratched at the back of his head and sharpened its claws on his spine, making him antsy and restless.

It wasn't the kind of hunger that eating could fix.

As always, the listlessness led him to the diner; driving there was second nature, he didn't dream very often, but when he did, sometimes it was just the calming drive to the restaurant and the bubbling excitement that he would see Sunshine soon.

All of his hopes of satiating the want were dashed the second he saw Sunshine. She was bussing a table; it was a Tuesday morning, meaning Melody was at school and unable to help. It wasn't busy, four or five people quietly eating their food to the singing of Sam Cooke.

Just seeing her, simply looking at her, the hunger curled in his stomach and sang of something insatiable and ravenous.

So, Happy put together, eyes loving the cinch of her apron and the tiny dip in her neckline. This really isn't a hunger that food can help.

It was safe to say that he wasn't' the kind of person to take things slow and steady; he was a live-hard/die-hard person; you can't take things slow when you don't know if you're going to get murdered the next day. Which is a long way to say that he hadn't really ever wanted something that wasn't walking right into his hands. He wasn't patient like that. Sure he could be on a stakeout for days on end, but this was way different. When he wanted a warm body in his bed, a croweater was always there to snag.

Sunshine had kissed him approximately twice in the months they had known each other. Once at Abel's birthday party, and when she was leaving the party a week and a half prior.

Happy kinda, sorta, really wanted to push her up against the wall or pull her into the bathroom.

"Why don't you wear rollerskates like the carhops used to in the sixties?" Happy didn't have to glance up at Sunshine; his eyes hadn't really left her the whole time he went to his seat.

Sunshine didn't bother pulling out her notepad; she just leaned her hip on the booth across from him, an action that would perpetually distract him.

His stomach growled.

"Oh god," she laughed, carefree and loud. "Can you imagine?"

"Yes," he replied without hesitation.

"Why? Do you really wanna follow me around all day to catch my fat ass when it falls?" she joked, shaking her head.

Happy tilted his head back and grinned his shark grin at her, all sharp teeth and savage voracity.

"Happily."

A sure-footed blush dashed across her round cheeks as she bit her lip, eyes widening at his smile. Sunshine blew out a shaky breath and picked some imaginary lint off her apron while battling for control over her blush. She still never knew what to do when she had this kind of attention, and her stomach fluttered at the thought of it happening more often.

"I'm going to um," she flicked her eyes to his quickly, "I'm going to get your pie,"

Happy couldn't find it in himself to be ashamed as he watched her walk back to the kitchen, the ass in question the only thing in his eyesight and brain and would likely remain that way for the rest of the day.

When she thought she was out of his sight but was visible in the convex mirrors on the wall, Happy watched her lean against the counter in the kitchen and aggressively fan herself with a towel, unable to keep the smile off her face.

Happy started a mental list of first-date ideas to ask Venus about.

Notes:

I will not apologize.
Also, when I say 'his stomach growled' it's because he's hungry for nothing but Sunshine.