Depositions and Diners (Open)

Participants: Jennifer Walters / Open
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): JJ's Diner, a little diner down one of New York's many side-streets.
Time of Day: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Overcast but warm
Summary: Jennifer Walters is having a bad day. Luckily, her favourite diner is offering her some respite, as is the thought of cheesy fries. Feel free to make her day infinitely better or worse, depending on who you want to throw on into the thread, and how.

Jen sat massaging her temples, eyeing the dossier on the coffee table in front of her. Next to its open pages were four empty takeaway coffee cups, a few open packets of Splenda, two and a half chewed wooden stirrers and few chunks of unfinished blueberry muffin. She let out a long, low groan, prompting the waitress a few tables away to glance over, quickly heading toward her with notepad and pen ready.
‘Can I get you another coffee?’
“You can get me a frontal lobe lobotomy,” Walters muttered under her breath, hoping that in having one, she could remove the pressure headache that had decided to punch her repeatedly, right between the eyes.
‘Uh…sorry?’
“Sure. Another coffee. Make it a fifth. I probably won’t ever sleep again. But who needs sleep?”
‘Having a bad day?’
Jennifer sighed, letting her fingers fall away from where they rested, pressed to both sides of her forehead, and looked up to the young red-head.
“How could you tell?”
‘Most people don’t order four take away cups to sit in a booth all morning and groan.’ She shrugged and smiled sweetly.
“Sorry…for…being crazy, snappy and muttery. You are right. It has been a bad day, and I shouldn’t have taken that out on you.”

The waitress wafted her hand at Walters, dismissing her apology. ‘You’re fine. I’ve suffered way worse than mild sarcasm. Some customers have real anger issues.’
Jennifer let out a short laugh, shaking her head. She doubted their anger issues came even close to matching hers, which were green, Hulk-sized and destructive. Not that it was a competition, but if it was, she'd win.
“Maybe I could get a decaf this time? It might help lower the caffeine induced twitchiness. But, if I fall asleep reading this deposition for the thousandth time, you have to promise to wake me up.”
‘Sure thing…drinking in or to go?’
There was a long pause. “Who am I kidding? Drinking in. And maybe with a bowl of fries. Cheesy fries. Possibly with an unhealthy amount of cheese.”

It was the waitress’ turn to laugh. ‘No problem. Your artery clogging fries will be right out.’
With that, she turned and sauntered back toward the kitchen of JJ’s Diner, handing in Jen’s order. While she did so, Walters returned to reading the seemingly endless page of text before her, sworn testimonies of a bunch of ass-hats that didn’t align at all.
“Sometimes I hate the American justice system.”