Once, there was an island.... // MPHFPC one shots, imagines, and misc !

The Diner After Dark { Enoch O'Connor x OC}

another Enoch request!! this time for the lovely @/BLESSMYSTARS
y'all really like the emo kid huh /lh not that i can blame u he's actually my favorite to write the little side remarks r so fun
mildly inspired by After Dark by Mr.Kitty and Tom's Diner by Suzanne Vega, I apparently only posses the ability to name chapters after songs these days lol //

Enochs POV, after the events of DoaD//

So this was what it was like to win.

I didn't think the Acre of all places could manage a party, yet here we were. Most of it took place on Oozing Street, confusing the life out of some poor locals and setting the night aflame with joy. Caul was dead— actually, this time—, peculiardom was just about as safe as it could be, yadda yadda yadda. I wanted to be happy about it. I really did.

But I had a headache and I don't like people. 

And that's how I found myself wandering back down the halls of the panloopticon, far enough away from the celebration that all the noise was muffled and it sounded like some bad dream. Most of these rooms hadn't been touched, likely for reasons covered in a safety lecture I slept through. I know, I'm a terrible person, bother me about it when I dont feel like throttling the next person who talks to me.

I have one particular place in mind. Millard showed it to me a while back, some sort of peace agreement so I'd stop leaving scalpels between letters. Truth be told, I didn't even realize they were there, but if it was often enough to get Shakespeare reborn pissed about it, I might as well keep a better eye on the things. 

A 1920's loop, somewhere west of London. A London loop inside a London loop. Yikes. 

Lazily, I traced the numbers on the doors until I got to the one I wanted. September 8th, 1926, London, UK. I think it's closer to Cardiff, honestly, but hey! What the hell do I know? So I opened the door and tried to ignore how strong the scent of alcohol and misery was.

The place itself was relatively empty, past a kid behind the bar who looked younger than I did. They offered a halfhearted wave to me. I think they were there when Millard showed me this joint. It was nicknamed the Hellhole— God knows why, I find it quite pleasant— and before Bentham got his greedy hands on it, it was a place for peculiar people to catch their breath. Get out of sight for a while. Maybe regroup. 

I was more looking to avoid people, but whatever. A purpose is a purpose, the same way the deals the deal. 

I settled myself in a booth by the window, looking for a minute or two of peace. This place was my little secret, ignoring Millard. We don't talk about him. The people that hung out here didn't know nor care about Jacob, or Caul, or literally anybody else I've gotten myself associated with. It was a welcome difference. 

Then the girl walked in, and part of me wished I stayed in the acre.

She wasn't particularly loud, but she wasn't quiet either, wrapped up in this argument with herself that sounded mildly threatening. She spoke with her hands, the door slamming shut behind her with a friendly jingle from the bell. 

" Who is it this time?" The bartender asked, barely looking up.

" The same damned idiot as every time. Sebastian, tell him to leave me alone already!" 

" I can't see him, Florence."

" You're useless."

" I'm a bartender. Either you get a drink, or you go mope with blondie over there." 

" ..Who?"

Ah, fuck. I shouldn't have been paying attention. Damned bartender sold me out. I thought we were agreeing to ignore each other the entire night! I hoped the girl wouldn't notice me, but no dice, as she slid into the seat across from me and pulled her knees to her chest.