4277/All-Day Breakfast Plates

All-Day Breakfast Plates
Date of Scene:	14 April 2018
Location:	Riverdale, Starling
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Veronica Lodge, Red Hood

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Veronica Lodge has posed:
A quiet night in Riverdale. Though to be fair most nights are quiet despite how close it is to Starling city. A few cars coast lazily down the roads, a few people are out and about strolling but even for Riverdale it's a calm and peaceful night. Pop's diner is match for the outside in that it's oddly empty tonight. Usually bustling with activity but not tonight. Tonight there are only a couple of people in here. Well three. Two sitting at tables, and one waiting on a to go order. Veronica is sitting at a booth with an empty plate next to her, and a half full milk shake. She's working on something, possibly home work though there's no school books on the table with her. She's absent her usual company whether it be Betty or Archie or any other mix of their friends. She's dressed warmly for the still chill weather in a high necked blue knit sweater, and a loose black skirt that drops down to a few inches above the knee, leggings on underneath it to stay warm.

Red Hood has posed:
There are some things that just scream machismo. The roar of the Indian motorcycle that pulls up outside of Pop's Diner is definetly one of those screams in the night. Quickly enough, however, the motorcycle is shut down and soon enough, there's a bell rattling at the door, and the figure that arrives is an out-of-towner, it seems.

Glacing up at the menu, he notices the 24-hour Breakfast and gives a little fist-pump. "Ah yeah, going to get me the biggest stack possible." he comments as he moves to settle up at the bar.

He can't be much older that Veronica, from the looks of it. A pair of heavy leather combat style boots lead up into a pair of denim jeans, a Screamin' Mollies T-shirt with a flanel above that, and a leather jacket that was recently opened. The handsome visage carries a hint of the scruff of the late teen's neglegence to shave, and a baseball cap complete the look as he gestures towards the waitress as she comes over. "Never-ending pot of coffee, and the biggest stack of cakes you got. Don't slack on the maple. Heard that Blossom syrup's the best." With that, he starts to do a lazy little scan of the bar.

Two at the tables, more than likely interested each other. There's the one waiting on the to go order. Pop himself gets an upnod of his head, before he glances over the leggy brunette with the empty plate and half-drunk shake, giving her a brief smile as his attention turns back to the counter and the wait for precious coffee.

Veronica Lodge has posed:
The roar of a motorcycle in the quiet of the Riverdale evening is definitely something to draw attention as well. Eyes lift to watch the passing rider, and attention shifts inside the diner as well, looking out at the lone headlight that pulls into the parking lot with the rumble of a motorcycle. Her attention wanders back down to whatever she's working on at her table, pen scratching a few more things out on the papers before she shuffles them together and into a folder. She sorts through what is in the folder then takes out another sheet and starts to check some things off on it before it rejoins the other papers and the folder is set aside on the seat next to her.

"You'll want a milkshake as well. They're the house specialty. And as much as I may hate to admit it you won't find better syrup than Blossom syrup. Anywhere. Ever." Veronica slides out of her seat, hands adjusting her clothing as she walks. Smoothing her sweater and her skirt before she picks up her half empty glass and her empty plate before she approaches the newcomer. "And if you do order a milkshake I'd recomend the chocolate malt. Not many places these days that you can get a good old fashioned malt shake." She takes a sip from her own shake as she hands the empty plate over to the waitress with a smile and a thank you.

Red Hood has posed:
"Milkshake? Don't know, you seem sweet enough already." comes the response to the brunette as the young man takes her in. There's a longer study of the obviously well put-together teenager, something that isn't quite out of place in a sleepy little suburb community, but it's the deeper details. Her fashion's on point, before he gives her a lopsided smile. "But I appreciate the suggest. Hope I wasn't interrupting the homework." There's a shrug of his shoulders as he glances towards the waitress. "Oh yeah. Some bacon too. Need something to dip in that syrup."

With that, his attention returns to Veronica. "Take it you're either rebelling and staying out late in protest to your parents, or this is one of those communities where nothing bad ever happens and Andy Griffith is sheriff, and the biggest crime around here is jaywalking." Of course, the Hood behind the man knows that is all completely false, but that's not a hand he's prepared to tip. He already knows who she is. He studied her picture and read up on her file before even arriving in Riverdale. He doubted she knew honestly of her father's role - but it's better to play up her strengths to see what she volunteers.

Veronica Lodge has posed:
There is a distinct scoff from Veronica at that comment, along with a slowly raised very well kept brow at the man. "Oh please. I'm sure you can do better than that. Try another one. A little less cheese on top this time." She tips her head to the side just a touch, both brows raised expectantly as she waits for him to give it another try. She takes another idle sip from her milk shake before passing it to the woman as well with a little remaining in the bottom. "I would hardly classify myself as a rebellious teen. But you could easily be forgiven for assuming the second. It's mostly true anyway. Bad things happen everywhere, but far less so here in Riverdale."

Her hands clasp behind her back as she gives the man an appraising look. "You look like you stepped off the set of Breakfast Club and John Bender wants his wardrobe back. Veronica Lodge." She offers by way of greeting along with a prim little smile. "Do we get a name to go with the over the top rebel without a cause costume?"

Red Hood has posed:
Lodge. Yeah, it's her. "Well, you know, the 80s called, I just don't feel like giving it's wardrobe back." it comes with a shrug as the fallen Princess offers him a smile before he chuckles. "That completely hurts my heart, though. I think that's the first time that line didn't work. Also the first time I tried it." he gives a small chuckle, before her introduction is returned as the plate arrives, along with the coffee - and the malt. That he sets next to him on the counter in invitation to the young woman.

"Jason Wayne." The old man would get a kick out of that, wouldn't he. "Was just on my way to passing through, but figured I'd check the place out. Heard that Pop's was pretty highly rated for it's breakfast plates. Don't see a malt going with pancaks though." he points out as he pours on a generous glob of maple goodness.

"So as the unofficial welcome wagon of Riverdale, I assume that you have all the scoop on the goings on around here. You know, newcomers to town, maybe some of the local gossip. None of that Sarah Lee was kissing Jesse Drew out behind the lockers after practice. This town really as quiet as it seems? Or is there some all dark and spooky underbelly." Though he says the words, not a single one of them seems to be serious as he speaks.

Veronica Lodge has posed:
"Yeah, you should probably never use that line again. It's kind of a crime against humanity. I've had New York pizzas with less cheese on them than that line." Veronica offers a small wince and a shake of her head, thick black locks shifting forwards over her shoulders with the shake. "Wayne?" She asks, her attention perking. She's a Lodge. There's no way she wouldn't know the name Wayne. Of course it's probably a coincidence. Definitely a coincidence. But once an elitist socialite, always an elitist socialite. It's not her fault she was raised a princess.

"Well it's Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe. And it might just be an actual crime to walk out of here without having a milkshake. Besides, you're eating breakfast at night. I'm not sure you have ground to stand on Mister Wayne." She looks over to the waitress, speaking up. "He'll take a chocolate malt Margarey. Please and thank you. I'll pay for it." She rolls her eyes to the woman with a quick smile then turns to look back Jason. "I am hardly the welcome wagon. I just happened to be the only welcome wagon adjacent person here at the time. Usually this place is full of Riverdale's finest young people. As to your question..." Veronica's shoulders lift in a slow shrug. "I would say that it's like any other town. Every town has it's secrets. The small ones maybe more so than the big ones."

Red Hood has posed:
She'd probably know the name as well. And he does look suspiciously like he'd be one of Bruce's adopted boys - if he cleaned up a little. Reaching up with a hand to brush his fingers through the shock of white hair at the front of his scalp - his gift from the Lazarus Pit - he laughs. "You're pretty insistant on the whole drink the shake thing." he points out to her, before he shrugs off the heavier jacket.

"Small secrets do have a bad habit of cropping up into big ones, don't you think, Ronnie?" The use of her nickname was not an accident - of course a Wayne would know the Lodge name and what it once meant. "Didn't expect to meet someone like you out here, though. Though the way you're trying to get me to take a shake makes me wonder if you're working here." There's a wink at her with that, as he takes another bite of the pancakes.