Luck o' the Irish (male oc x female OC)

Prologue

Allen POV
I wake up, thinking about the boys again. I miss em. I think, maybe if I go on a run thing's'll be better, I need to clear my head from them. I get up, walking to my closet to grab my typical run outfit, red t shirt, red sweatshirt, gas mask, blue joggers and a pair of running shoes. I look at the two Deagles my dad left me. Nah, too overkill, I'll take one of my Glocks instead. I grab it and hide it in my pocket holster I have on a large quantity of my clothes, In case some wise guy tries to rob me while I'm out on a run or I'm going out to a restaurant. I walk out of my house in the middle of the woods.

Tox: Well hello world, how shitty it is to see ya again.

I go on my jog, jogging into the nearby town in Montana that I live outside of. It's a nice day, cool 65 degrees with a light breeze, perfect for a run. I jog through town and end up in a unfamiliar area. Huh, when was this place built? I don't really know nor do I care, I'm now just hungry. I see a nearby diner, maybe it's good. I walk in, they were a decently sized joint, maybe could hold one hundred people at 100 percent capacity if you don't include the staff. Speaking of the staff, there's five beautiful vixen babes running around on the main floor. A hostess walks over and smiles excitedly.

Hostess: Hello sir! Just yourself today?

Tox: yessum, just me

Hostess: alright! Follow me to your seat please!

Allen: of course madam

We walk to the table, one for about four people, now I feel four times as lonely. The hostess smiles as she hands me my menu.

Hostess:  here you go sir! Gracie will be with you in a moment to get your drink order!

Tox: thank you miss

Hostess: No problem! Thanks for dining with us today, our cooks make the best food in the city!

Tox: Good

That's some kitchen nightmares shit right there, well actually the staff is typically honest about the food since they get all the complaints and see the food first hand. A Arctic fox babe walks over, she gives what sounds like a self rehearsed line at a play.

Waitress: Heya man, Welcome to Jim's diner! I'm Gracie and I'll be your waitress this morning! What can I start you off with?

Tox: I'd like a root beer, and just peeking at the menu I'd like to try the Jalapeño Poppers please

Gracie: Alright! I'll go put that in fer ya and let look over the menu!

She walked away, looking relieved she didn't have to be talking to a stranger for a little bit, not that I blame her. With a bod like that she's gotta get a lot of creeps flirting with her when she works, but hey, good tips I guess. She returns with my drink and Jalapeño poppers, she smiled.

Gracie: Hey man! Here's your drink and poppers!

Tox: thank you mam

Gracie: did you get a chance to look over the menu or do ya need a few minutes?

Tox: I'd like a few minutes please

Gracie: that's perfectly okay! I'll be back in a few minutes!

She walks away and I look over my menu. Standard diner food, chicken fried steak, omelettes, stuff like that. I look over everything and decide on some good ol fashioned flapjacks. As I wait I look around, then see someone I wasn't expecting, a propaganda/training film actor from the war. He lives here? I wave over at him and he gives me a nod, he's oddly chill for a big shot actor. I decided to leave him alone, he probably gets a lot of fan girls and fan boys trying to get him to sleep with them, not that I want to sleep with him. As I think this, that waitress walked back over.

Gracie: have you decided?

Tox: yeh

Gracie: great! What'll you be havin?

Tox: pancakes

Gracie: okay! Bacon ham or sausage?

Tox: bacon

Gracie: Alright, would you like hash browns?

Tox: ye

Gracie: alright! I'll go put this in for you!

Tox: thank you

Gracie: No problem!

She walks away. She's very cheery. My meal is rather uneventful, buts it great. I go home, and decide to have a lazy day. Lazy days are the best days. I go to my room and drift off to sleep.

Chapter End