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Post by ``twigg eleanor rivera on Aug 11, 2008 10:32:36 GMT -5
 When Twigg had to eat. She had to eat. For someone so little it was strange how much food she could consume, it wasn't like she did any exercise, well except throwing herself around stage every night of the week. It was perhaps down to the fact that she was vegetarian, well kind of, she hadn't quite been able to cut fish out of her diet and was a complete sucker for sushi, her favourite food, but any red meat or poultry was off the menu. It didn't leave her much choice as she stood in front of the counter at the fast food sandwich chain, surveying the board before her. She suspected even the cheese contained parts of animal, but the vegetable pate looked revolting so there was no subway vegetarian option for her. Pale pink lips pursed tightly together, missing their usual signature bright red lipstick, her face was one of utmost concentration, as if the choice of her lunch was the most important thing in the world.
Normally she would have chosen somewhere else to quieten the grumbling beast in her stomach, but she wasn't familiar with the city and didn't fancy walking the streets of Las Vegas at night, in search of something that she could stomach. It could hardly be safe, even though she could take care of herself, she didn't have a iron body that could repel bullets and knife blades. Uncrossing her legs and crossing them again so that her weight shifted from one foot to the other she watched as other customers cut in front of her, some wary that they were actually not supposed to and she was just queuing in some strange way. Not bothering to give them a hint for either answer she continued to stair up, finally shrugging her heavily tattooed shoulders and stepping forward to the little window.
After ordering her salad sandwich and waiting for it to be made up before her eyes she watched in scrutiny as if her eyes could pick up any germs that might be infecting her precious food. When she realised this was not possible she looked back up, green eyes meeting that of the woman behind the counter as she denied the prospect of the meal, for gods sake she just wanted the damn sandwich, she had drinks back at the bus. When she was finally passed a paper wrapped sandwich, rather small for the price, in a plastic subway emblazoned bag, and money had crossed hands she threw a thankyou at the staff and turned back into the restaurant, deciding whether or not to sit in here or leave immediately.
The crowd didn't look very appealing. The few small tables were filled with a few couples here and there, probably grabbing a bite to eat before they hit the bars or whatever the people in Las Vegas did with their night, they were after all, spoilt for choice.
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