Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Town: Chapter 3

WARNING: Mention of blood.

Tig and Pixie reached the diner pretty quickly riding down the winding roads together and Pixie was able to take in the rural California scenery as the sunset erupted over the distant hills, bathing everything in a glorious orange light. Pixie found she liked riding alongside Tig, he was so comfortable on his bike that it just looked like it was an extension of him. He manoeuvred it almost without conscious thought, occasionally glancing over to check Pixie was keeping up with him and giving a heads up when he was about to turn down a road. When they arrived, Pixie was met with a white single storey diner with a red LED sign reading 'Priscilla's Diner' as they pulled into the parking lot and parked up. The lot was mainly vacant except for a couple of pickup trucks and a couple of people having a smoke in the far corner of the lot. As Pixie took her helmet off and put it on her seat, she got a text from Juice asking for a rain check on their shopping trip, so they rescheduled for the next day. Tig waited for her to answer and couldn't help the smile that played on his lips as he thought about spending the rest of the evening with Pixie. The pair walked over to the three concrete steps leading to the diner's entrance and Tig pulled the glass door open for her, eager to be a gentleman for the night. As Pixie entered, she was completely taken aback by the interior of the diner and paused to take it all in with a look of delight and wonder on her face. It was set out like a classic nineteen-fifties American diner, complete with red booths, walls, black and white checked flooring, and a chrome-edged bar. The red walls had music memorabilia dotted along it such as black records of rock and roll hits, photographs of US musicians and a few classic guitars which had been strung up as well. Pixie immediately fell in love with the place, it just had so much character and she could understand why this was Tig's favourite diner too. She felt like she'd been transported to a movie set and it was just the break she needed from all the trouble and sadness in her mind.

"What do you think?" Tig asked, watching Pixie as she took in the surroundings with a captivated eye, looking so excited and Tig knew he'd made the right decision to take her here. His smile broadened as Pixie did a full turn around on the spot, absorbing it all.

"It's incredible! I thought places like this only exist in films." Pixie enthused, glancing up at the black chalkboard menus hung over the counter where the cash register and coffee machines were kept, reading the food specials written in brightly coloured chalk. Below the signs, a couple of employees in black, white and red uniforms served the customers at the bar with coffee and bustled in and out of the kitchen doorway where delicious smells were emanating and the sounds of a deep fryer in full sizzle were emanating from.

Tig chuckled and guided Pixie to his favourite booth in the back-right corner of the restaurant, which allowed them to have privacy and a quiet area to talk. Pixie sat down readily on the red leather bench seat on the left side of the booth and immediately pulled her legs up into a criss-cross position as Tig sat opposite her, plucking the menus off their stands on chrome table between them. He watched Pixie move into her sitting position as if it was muscle memory and that intrigued him, the way she sat reminded him of paintings of fairies sitting cross-legged on mushrooms and the thought made him smirk a little.

"Why do you always sit like that, doll?" Tig asked, curiously, taking advantage of the extra legroom and stretching his long legs out under the table, leaning back against his bench seat, spreading his arms across the top of it. Pixie had noticed this about Tig, you could tell when he was comfortable as he would take up as much space as he could, starfishing himself out happily. It reflected the confident and dominant air that Tig exuded and it drew Pixie into him.

Pixie shrugged shyly. "Dunno, guess it's a leftover habit from being a gymnast? Who knows?" She mused, smiling back at Tig, pleased to see he was so relaxed in this setting. There was no tension in his face anymore and Pixie realised he was letting her see the real him, not just the Sergeant-At-Arms, his walls were down and there were no pretences.