Made Fresh - A Couple Times a Day

24 Hour McDonalds 
#1
 Four in the afternoon, and she was straddling the no man's land between the stragglers tardy from the lunchtime rush and the flood of people looking for a quick and easy dinner. It was nice, gave her some peace of mind while she regretted her choice of a booth near the large sheets of glass that made up the front of the restaurant. The sun was positioned in such a way that she had to keep her head down to avoid squinting, the snow blinding particularly where it hadn't turned to sludge under car tires and footprints. Settled on occupying her time by making a sort of pyramid out of the wax paper wrappers she'd balled up from her cheeseburgers.

 Perhaps, maybe, that in itself wasn't the great sign of discretion - one woman and a tray of three value meal cheeseburgers, a couple sleeves of fries, and two flimsy sized boxes of nuggets. But, you know what? What sort of asshole would comment on a stranger's nutrition choices? Content to bank on that as she picked up another particularly limp french fry and watched it crumple under the weight of the ketchup puddle she had dipped it into.



 Happy for the white noise that was such a mundane afternoon - a break from the usual at the yard. Aware of the proverbial weight of her phone in her pocket, the importance that it was always charged and on so that she was ready in every sense she could be if shit met the fan. But for now, the calm was nice - but it also meant occupying a whole family seating arrangement in a fast food chain by her lonesome. Using her nail to try to make a crisp fold on one of the wrappers she had smoothed¬†out. A pretty decent paper football that she palmed as she looked about to make sure no employees were glancing her way before addressing.

 Leaning to the side sharply in her seat so that she could aim and flick the paper towards one of the trash cans, taking her time to line up her shot and being somewhat rewarded by landing her creation on top of the receptacle but not quite in. Making a mental note to sweep it in when she was done and ready to head home before she grabbed the next wrapper and started to smooth it with her palms. Foolish, maybe - but there was comfort in the humdrum, making another crisp fold and flipping the little triangle of paper in her palm. Briefly contemplating looking up how one could theoretically make some burger paper cranes.
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#2
Aelin had dropped Stitch off at the groomers just a block down. Without any means of transportation and Ubers being scarce this time of day, she was stuck. The snow was out, blinding not only from the glint caused by the reflection on the snow but because the woman was partially blind in such light. Everything seemed to multiply and black out at the same time so instead of waiting outside due to the business of the groomers and no where to sit, she decided to make her way down the street to the McDonald's for a bite to eat.

She cursed herself the whole way, nearly slipping on and falling on her ass due to some ignorant, lazy P.O.S not shoveling their sidewalk. By the time she walked into the McDonald's she was ready to have a glass of wine... or any alcoholic beverage. Unfortunately, they had nothing. Instead, Aelin ordered a cheeseburger with a large fry. It didn't take long for her order to be called, the joint being labeled as 'fast food' for a reason.

She took her tray, tucking her white cane under her arm pit and slowly making her way toward one of the nearest booths. At least, she though it was a booth and she thought it were empty. Unaware there was someone else already occupying the table, she placed her food down and plopped down with a heavy sigh. "Fucking idiots," she muttered at no one in particular, feeling around for her sandwich, her vision still heavily impaired by the brightness of the snow outside.
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#3
 She was entertaining the notion of googling how to make a prime time sort of paper crane when someone plopped down to her left. Looking up as she finished what she was (pretty sure) were all the necessary folds to make the body crane-like. The spacial awareness wasn't a bother, or the lack of really when one considered all the open seating and the choice to keep one good paper football flick away from getting beamed right between the eyes. Maybe she was lonely, maybe she was distracted, maybe she - was a bitch.

 The commentary made her lurch back in her seat, enough that her shoulder blades bumped the hard metal back of the chair as she swiveled a bit to stare at the woman as if perhaps she had grown a third arm. "Who shit in your happy meal and made you Mrs. McDonald? I'm not hurting anyone, I'll clean it all up when I'm done." A little prickly from a strictly human perspective - comfortable enough in her own skin with time that she was happy it didn't send her brain into a tizzy to hear some strongly phrased criticism.
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#4
Aelin's fingers grazed the once crunchy paper that had reduced to a soggy mess from the copious amount of grease in the burger. She grabbed it, unwrapping her burger and taking a massive bite, no doubt spilling some sort of condiment on the McDonald's paper below. The voice of another, directly across from her, sounded, making her pause in her eating, looking like she had a lollipop in the side of her cheek rather than a mouthful of heart attack.

Brows creased, her fingers lightly squeezing the sides of the burger. Perhaps she should watch what she said since others were oblivious to the fact that she could hardly see let alone know who she was talking to. She stared in the direction of where the voice was coming from, seeing the outline of the woman's face now that the sun was briefly hidden behind a cloud. "I wasn't talking about you. But you must be some sort of vein person to think the word 'idiots' referred to one person," she said, voice clipped.

"Pardon me for not being able to see you let alone talk about you. I have more more to worry about than that." With that, she took another bite of her food, too stubborn and hungry to pick up all of her things and move to another table.
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#5
 Gut instinct told her almost immediately that she may as well shove her own foot in her mouth and lopsidedly roll her way back to Red Rock. Far from happy that the girl was apparently blind, but a selfish wisp of fleeting thought was thankful that the panic and horror on her face may have went unregistered. "Idiots could be about one of a category lady - like you're calling 'em as you see 'em." She winced at the piss poor choice of phrasing and went back to folding her sheets of wax coated paper.

 "And I am sorry about not realizing - but if you're able to get around on your own just fine then you're able to handle being called out for being a jackass if someone is under the impression you're being a jackass." And, she supposed, collectively she had a pretty positive opinion about herself.
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#6
Aelin took a bite of he sandwich, unashamed of the fact that she sat at a table already claimed. If this woman was going to be a dick, then she could be one too. In fact, it felt good to get some frustration out through voice rather than simmering in it all day. She wished Stich were here, he'd be able to comfort her immediately. As it was, he was having a spa day and she was stuck at McDonalds surrounded by fucking snow. 

"All humans are idiots. It's just a matter of time before their idiocy shows," she muttered dryly before taking another bite and washing it down with her drink a few bites in. She really should chew her food more but she was starving. The food honestly couldn't go down the hatch fast enough. "That's fair, but if I'm being one, then so are you." Somewhere in her guilty conscious she thought she was an idiot and therefor Aelin was somehow talking to her.
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