Thread: MurderMe.com (AndNich123 and boyo)

The morning after crowd was in full swing at this point. The clubs had all closed, and the bars were cleaning up from the night of drunken bliss and brawl. The sad remenants of the people that had either enjoyed, endured, or simply broken even were filtering into places like the diner now. Coming down from their high, literally in some cases as their red eyes were proof of that, they wanted something that was simply normal. No more loud, fast paced music or men with their lame pick up lines and bottle in hand. No. At this point, they wanted something comforting and soothing. A hot meal, and a comfortable place to sit would fill the bill. Along with this crowd today came the man in black and his steel horse outside. Molly had looked at his bike quickly when she gave him his coffee. A bit worse for the wear, but she imagined he might feel the same way. Ironically she thought he was lucky. The bike looked anything but new, and yet here he was alive and well in her diner. Clearly he had walked away, and she soliciting to find someone to ensure she would not. The man obviously had money. The bike wasnt a cheap one. Then again, most arent. Most of the knowledge she had about bikes came from watching a television show on Netflix. Somehow he didnt seem like a man who was into gun running, but then again one never knows. She wiped off tables as they came open until a regular called her over to leave his tip with her personally. Molly was always grateful and gave the customer a pat on the back before slipping her arm around his shoulders and squeezing. Plain and ordinary she was, but she was also charismatic with the customers. Her phone buzzed, and the old man acknowledged it. Your boyfriend trying to get a hold of you, he asked her grinning at her. She gave him a smile before reading the one word. Go on girl. Talk to him. You never know. He might be the one, he spoke with a wink. She sighed, the smile still on her lips. He is, she told him before walking away into the kitchen and out of view from the customers. Round and round she goes. Where she stops, no one knows. As a child, I loved the carousel. I dont go the pier anymore despite the calming call of the pipe organ music and smells of funnel cakes and other treats in the breeze. Maybe its time I change that. Ill be at the carousel tomorrow morning at this time. Does funnel cake for breakfast sound too strange? She sent the message, and the smile never left her face. He wont be able to make it. Hell have to work or something. It was her line of thinking to comfort her nervous mind. What if he says yes? That question was present. What if he says yes and shows up? What if its meant to be? What if I want him to show up? Do I want him to show up? As she exited through the double doors under the sign that said OUT, she glanced over to the man in black. She could see the money on the check, and knew he was ready. Molly couldnt help but wonder if she was. Casually she made her way over to him. I hope everything was to your liking Sir. Can I get you anything? A to go cup of coffee maybe? Although I imagine it might be hard to hold on to while you ride. Riding one of those I imagine you have to have a firm grip and keep it. She picked up the money and the check quickly before she said something that she feared would embarrass her. Ill get you your change, she told him, still flashing him that same smile she did to everyone. A few buttons pressed and the dinosaur cash register opened. Carefully she counted out his change and slammed it shut. She placed the check and the money back on the table when she got back to him. Alright Sir. Heres your change. Will there be anything else I can help you with? Molly shifted on her feet looking down at him. Her phone had not buzzed yet. Maybe he had read the message and decided not to show. Maybe he hadnt even read it yet. Either way, she was excited and nervous about either outcome. She wanted this, but she was nervous. With thoughts of the carousel on her mind, she couldnt help but think about something she had heard before. My favorite part of a roller-coaster ride is when youre going up and youre slightly scared and really excited. You dont know whats coming next, but you know its going to be good. You cant hand it, go on the carousel. Molly wondered would she get on this roller-coaster, or would she simply ride the carousel.