Demons and Diners

Humans and Hang-ups

I'm drawn from a comfortable sleep against Phil's chest by the annoying buzz of my phone in my pocket. Which is very kindly notifying me that I've got fifteen minutes to get over to the diner for my shift. I drop the phone back onto the bed, burying my face back into Phil.

Though I didn't realize it, he's awake, and his hand runs through my hair once before he nudges me.

"You need to get up, you've still got to get changed for work," he's smiling softly, and I don't want to leave, but it's literally the only thing he's asked of me, so I groan as I sit up. My head is pounding, and I fight a wave of nausea that bubbles up in my throat. I am not about to get sick all over my boy...uh, Phil's room. I grimace, then manage to stand up. Phil's not moved, just watching me, and I'm suddenly very aware of the situation. And I've got no clue what I'm supposed to say.

"Uh, right, I'll, uh...see you later?" I try, and am rewarded with a grin.

"I certainly hope so," Phil's voice is thick with desire, and I'm more than ready to risk the wrath of Chris or PJ - or Phil himself - just to spend another five minutes in his arms. I wonder what Phil's wrath would be like... "Go on, none of that now," he smirks, and I feel my cheeks blush as I smile to myself, turning quickly and exiting into the corridor. I rush to my own room, checking the time on the way. Ten minutes, guess I won't be showering then.

I strip off the dress clothes from the night before, wrinkled from sleeping in them, and pull on my uniform. I'm out the door with minutes to spare, and I hesitate by Phil's door as I pass it. Before I can think too hard on it, I knock once and open the door. He's not moved, and it seems I've once again surprised him - he glances up sharply, but his face softens when he recognizes it's me.

"I look forward to later," I wink at him, shutting the door so I don't have to watch his reaction. Oh my god, I just winked at him, how cheesy was that? Why the fuck did I do that? I mentally curse myself as I speed-walk down the corridor to the diner. Fortunately, I'm quickly distracted from my thoughts by PJ all but dragging me toward the front to seat some patrons.

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Fortunately, I'm only working for a few hours - I don't think my head can handle much more than that. At the end of my shift, I'm pulled away by Chris.

"Mate, you look like absolute shit - Peej did warn you about that champagne," he's laughing as he drags me toward the kitchen. I want to be annoyed, but the smell of the food makes my stomach grumble. I haven't eaten anything since last night - partly due to the unsettling nausea that had plagued me during the first half of my shift - and I'm suddenly-

"Famished, honey," Louise appears, a sandwich extended toward me.

"Yeah, she said if I didn't get you in here right now, you might pass out," Chris adds. I assess my own hunger levels - definitely need something to eat, but I don't feel lightheaded. My confusion must show, because Louise butts back in.

"Alright, so you're not that hungry, but I'm not about to let you get that hungry. Go on," she says, shoving the plate into my hands before marching off to check on something in the oven. I follow Chris as he swings open the door to the staff kitchen.

"Can she...?" I trail off, unsure what I'm even really asking at this point.

"Tell when you're hungry? Yeah, bit of a weird ability," he smirks as he plops down in a chair, and I take the place across from him. "But who am I to judge! I haven't got any bloody abilities," he crosses his arms and actually looks a little annoyed. I take a bite of the sandwich, thinking while I chew.