Owner	Pose
Sarah Connor	Sunday night Sarah usually worked at her other job. But everyone call in sick, or didn't answer their phones when they went down the list trying to find someone to fill in. Unfortunately her other job was quiet, so she was given the night off, and because of that, Sarah stopped in to get her pay.. And the rest they say, is history. If McAnally's was as dead as this place? She couldn't find fault in giving her the day off without pay. This was dead. So much so, that Sarah got all of the week's extras done. And now she was contemplating the one a year sort of jobs. "Lucky you." The cook. She was sarcastic to put it politely. "You've got to stick around till the morning shift. At least I insisted 2 was my absolute limit. I wonder if she will try to test me. There are tons of diners I could show up in the morning, and be working within the hour." The cook chortled. "Well, it's true. I don't have many things on my resume, but I am a damn fine waitress." And she is. Even though she's lied about having nothing on her resume except this. Then again? Most of her skills she would want known
Jacen	Enter the cowboy. Serious looking cowboy tonight. Black hat, grey western shirt, blue Wraglers with the patch...you know the patch...and black cowboy boots. His medicine pouch on his hip as usual. He looks around the place and then moves towards the counter. Something she hasn't seen before, a cigarette behind his right ear. He takes a seat and doesn't recognize her right off as he is looking around and not at her right off.
Sarah Connor	"Don't light up in here." She nodded at the cigarette. What are the odds that he would show up here?? Then again he was the only person who'd opened the door to the diner since 9:00.. Though, she was getting worried about why he kept showing up. Is he a contact for SHIELD? The FBI? Another government agency?? Sarah noted that with John's graduation they had stayed in one spot for longer than ever did before. Even when he stayed with the gun runner down south of the border she still was moving constantly. Maybe this was a sign? Pack up, and go west? Maybe? "Would you like a cup of Joe while you decide?" She smiles at him. Waiting.
Jacen	"Don' smoke 'nless I'm drinkin'." he replies. He doesn't meet her gaze at first, but a moment later he realizes that he knows the voice. He turns his head her direction and raises a brow,"Aincha gotta home?" he asks with a smirk,"I mean. Yeah, I guess ya do have one doncha?" Finally he nods,"Yeah. Coffee'd be good please." Reaching for a menu if there is one, he considers,"What's good'n here. Please don' say everything."
Sarah Connor	She picked up the coffee, and set a mug down, filling it up. "The guys always say the hot beef sandwich fills them up. It comes with your choice of potatoes, and one side. In the day? Definitely the hamburger with onion rings - my choice. Even if the menu says fries. Trust me. Isn't that right?" The cook just grumbled as he laughed. "You? Making me do extra." To which Sarah shrugs. "See. Onion rings. And for dessert, apple pie." She pushes the coffee to him. And waits. "And yes, I do have a home. Do you?"
Jacen	He listens to the suggestions and nods,"Hot beef'n fries. Gravy on th' fries please. Maybe side o' somethin' green ta make't look like I'm tryin' ta be healthy." He considers and agrees,"A side of onion rings and a piece of pie too." He laughs softly and adds,"You've seen m' truck. I'd swear I 'bout half live in there. I do gotta 'partment not too far fr'm here though. Jus' almost never there."
Sarah Connor	Sarah takes the order to the window. "Hot beef. Fries. Peas. and a side order of onion rings." The apple pie she will deal with. "You remind me of a nomad. You know, you could renovate the van and live there. Though, I guess not all partners would be happy with that."
Jacen	He nods approval to the order. Listening to what she says he agrees,"I work f'r several hospitals so I've thought 'bout puttin' a camper on th' back of th' truck. Save money, nobody'd wanna hang out with me, an' sleepin' is a little awkwards most campers ain' th' most secure."
Sarah Connor	"I don't know. you seem to have your security down pat." Sarah lifts a single brow, to see how he will answer that.
Jacen	"I c'n handle m'self." he agrees,"Mos' folks wouldn' wanna break in'n all, but some people'r stupid." Since she's playing the baiting game be does the same,"Most folks don' wanna mess with th' naked guy anyway. Fastest way ta interrupt th' robbery process...get naked."
Sarah Connor	Sarah laughs. "Bullshits. You are not a robber. But you're funny." At this time, the cook rings a bell to let her know her order is up. And she places his food down before him. "You don't have to answer, but I noticed your spirit bag when you were doing your job. Do many people catch you praying to your gods, for strength for example?" So close, Sarah.
Jacen	"No I ain' a robber, jus' sayin' nobody wants ta break in on me when I'm sleepin' cause nobody wants to wrassle th' naked guy. I make bad jokes if ya noticed." he replies. When the food is placed before him he nods,"Thank ya ma'am." he comments. He looks at the bag and shrugs,"Y'r close. Closer th'n most." he replies,"It's not 'bout prayin' f'r a god's help. I don' worry 'bout it a lot. It's not like I'm out there swingin' in ta stuff'n fightin' bad guys. I'm just a guy th'ts got some tribal magic'n I use it ta help folks."
Sarah Connor	"Ah." Sarah nods. "It's kind of the same? I haven't believed in god for a long time now." Almost since John was born. She tried. But how could she when you know what was to become of mankind and god just let it happen? No, she didn't believe anymore. "Down south of the border they meld Christianity and voodoo. Frankly, it's all the same thing. I suppose it comes from deep within."
Jacen	"I s'pect." he replies to the similarity. He takes a bite of his food and chews thoughtfully,"Reckon b'lief's b'tween you'n whatever's out there." No judgement. Not his place. "I've seen Christianity blended w'th old traditions. Down'n N'w Orlins voodoo practitioners have been known ta have services in St. Louis Catherdral'n Jackson Square. Marie Laveau w's cited's doin' it more'n once."
Sarah Connor	Sarah grins. "Of course it's between you and whatever powers that you believe in. Some would say, if you believed in God the way you are supposed to, there would be no need for science. Somer would counter if you believe in God then you also must believe the science seeing as he put it in our hands all of the things that would be helpful. Me, I say why have the middle man? Why not accept your fate as yours?"
Jacen	Taking a drink, he listens to what she suggests. He nods,"People gotta b'lieve what they're gonna. Catholics gimme the heebs. Ya talk ta God 'r whatever. Ya don' go talk ta somebody else ta talk ta him. If I had ta count on someone else ta grant m' power what th' blazes'd be th' point? I take thing's they come. I b'lieve'n a supreme power'n all jus' ain' sure it gives a rat's 'bout us."
Sarah Connor	Not like he could tell, but this was a rare time when Sarah told the truth. "I don't. I used to. But not anymore. I've seen too much that leads me to conclude that there is nothing out there to save us. How could a supreme being care if everyone died without trying to save us? No." She shakes her head. "More coffee?"
Jacen	A shrug and he takes another bite of his food. After he has swallowed and chased it he replies,"What's th' world done f'r any supreme bein'. We're like a buncha punk teenagers tha' want things, but don' wanna hold up our end." That's about as religious as he gets because he moves on,"More coffee, yes please." he replies,"So. Y'r shadow ain' around. She's w's an interestin' character."
Sarah Connor	"Cameron?" Sarah gives him some more coffee. "Not like she's not capable of protecting herself, but I would leave her alone if you knew what was good for you." Saying exactly what a mama bear would say. "She's too young for you anyways." She fixes a stare at Jacen. Cameron would find it funny.. or whatever she felt akin to humour.. to hear Sarah standing up for her as her 'mother'.
Jacen	Coffee going in, then back out of his nose. Yeah that hurt. He coughs a few times,"What...th' hell?" he asks and looks at her,"Interesin' ta me's like...odd. Not really off puttin', jus' odd." He wipes his face and nose with a napkin,"Don' worry. I don' need that kinda nonsense thanks." The takes another bite of food and gives her the side eye. He shakes his head and eventually says,"Sorry. I ain' tryin' ta say nothin' bad 'bout y'r daughter. Jus' wasn' my type'r nothin'."
Sarah Connor	That was easy. "Sorry, my daughter would be aghast if she thought I was screening her men. Not that you are. She had a rough couple of years, and I have been careful about.. well, you know. We didn't get along for quite some time." Which was true - in a way. Sarah didn't trust ANYONE. Especially Terminators. And despite John's saying she was trustworthy, it has taken quite some time for Sarah to budge on Cameron. Cameron now resides in the murky grey area where she isn't a threat, but Sarah still keeps an eye on her. After all, she is a Terminator. Even if she had proven again and again that she was looking out for John. The whole of Sarah's existence revolves around keeping John safe.
Jacen	"Yeah. I don' make a habit o' just clingin' on ta someone I met once." he replies. He really does sound like that is accurate,"Jus' b'cause mos' cowboys gotta rep don' mean we all fit th' mold." He doesn't know the backstory and only knows one thing for sure. Fresh coffee out your nose sucks.
Sarah Connor	"Tell you what. The pie is on me today. Consider it an apology?" Sarah tries to make it better.
Jacen	He considers a moment and finally nods,"I mean pie's great. I 'pprciate it'n all. Ya ain' gotta, but it's been so long since I've had pie that wasn't outa th' grocery'r convenience store."