The light's dimmed overhead in the shoddy old diner. Waiting patiently minute after everpassing minute, John finally re-awoke himself slightly from what seemed like hours of sleep. (But was really only 5 minutes) As he rubbed his eyes, Carol's side of the booth was full of cups and plates. She'd finished her second Burger and had just ordered her 3rd when John faked a cough.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" He asked.
Carol glared at him and chugged a Mint-Cherry malt shake. "I don't tell you how to live your life do I?"
As she continued to pig out, John slammed his hands on the table slightly, causing her to pause momentarily before resuming. "I think you've ordered and eaten more than any fair share of time would allow. Since you brought me here, mind explaining what's going on? What those things are, and who 'you' are would be nice."
Carol sipped her thick malt rapidly through a straw, licking her lips heightened with the taste of sugary dairy beverages. "If you mean 'those things' back there, I told you they were familiars. Sprites to be exact. But you mean 'her'," She stopped to pad her mouth slightly with a napkin, moving her empty cup to the side. "She's a fairy, a supernatural entity known for this type of 'mischief'. A Fay. And I, am Carol Reinhardt, the one whose going to stop her, and cut her up into little itty bitty pieces!" Carol grinned deviously, causing a perpetual grimace to form on John's face in response.
