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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dire Lemming" data-source="post: 4252800" data-attributes="member: 21457">[sblock=OOC]There's absolutely no way I'll match either of those posts.  I certainly have no qualms about the radio or the Dictaphone though.I hope it's not a problem that I took the liberty of naming the waitress and giving her a personality.  She seemed like she seemed like an extra so I thought I should give her some character.  That, and my post would have been a bit less interesting without it.  Especially with the limits imposed on posting.  Of course if it is a problem I don't have a problem with changing it.[/sblock]Adam West turned the key in the ignition of his 38 Cadillac, and pulled it out, the engine murmuring to a stop as he got out and made sure he had everything he'd be wanting tonight.  At least everything he'd expect to.  He glanced over at the bar as he made sure the doors to his car were secure and spotted a young couple walking down the street, coming up behind them just as they reached the entrance, he waited as the man made a show of holding the door open for the woman in the narrow space.  He smiled good naturedly as the man met his eyes.Once inside he spotted Samantha immediately, hard at work as usual.  The young couple settled at the bar and he moved to his usual seat, waiting only a short while for the young bar maid to come over and take his order with a little bit too much enthusiasm. He glanced down at her short skirt for a second as she approached him, before turning his eyes to her face as he replied with a smile. "Oh, good evening Cyndy.  How was business today?"The pretty young woman in a short skirt and high heels smiled at the generous tipper as she made idle chit chat for a few moments.  "Oh, so so, the usual.  How was your day Mister West?""Singularly unremarkable.  You aren't giving Sam any trouble are you?"  He said, still smiling good naturedly."Oh no Mister West.  I've been a very good girl." She winked at him, but the insinuation seemed to have been missed.  Her shoulders sank a little as he shrugged."Well, that's good, keep up the hard work.  Sam needs good people working for her.  Can I get my usual?""Sure thing, right away Mister West.  Straight Bourbon." Cyndy turned slowly and walked away at a deliberate pace, giving the rich inventor a good view of her back.Adam leaned back in his chair and waited for the others.-------------------------------------------------------------Adam watches Sam approach, smiling widely at her as she takes her seat.He listens to her quietly until she finishes."'Ghost'...'Cars?' Hm... Well that is a strange one.  Still it's just strange enough that there might be something to it.  It might be connected to the disappearances, and if we could find something that helps stop those well, that'd be great."The waitress returns with Adam's drink and considering that her boss is sitting right next to him, decides against anymore unprofessional behavior.  "Thank you, Cindy." He takes a sip and sets it down on the table before him next to a pair of small thin cardboard boxes.He looks with concern at Arabella at the mention of a student death.  "What was suspicious about it?  You didn't know him did you? ... It might be a best to let the police handle that until it's more clear that there's something supernatural about it.  The last thing we want to do is involve ourselves in a murder case."</blockquote>

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