[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=Goldenrod][center]Jo-Vaughn Holloway[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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 [sub][i]Location: Red Lake Cafe[/i][/sub][/center] [hr][hr]

Jo-Vaughn eyed his plate. Before him sat an enormous platter of food; eggs, ham, and piles of fried potatoes. A tureen of fruit sat in ice to keep it chilled. A basket of rolls so full it could keep a family going for a week was set against the edge of the table. And an elegant glass of orange juice completed the ensemble of morning hors d'oeuvres.  

[color=Goldenrod]"Christ."[/color] he marveled, his plate an awe-inspiring work of art to a man as hungry as he was.

[color=Gainsboro]"Watch yo damn mouth boy! I didn't take you here to put the lord's name in vain over ma food."[/color] his grandma snapped harshly.

Jo-Vaughn smiled sheepishly and returned to admiring his plate. Grandma Holloway was a nonsense kind of woman and unlike any grandma to ever walk the face the earth. While most could imagine their snow-white haired grandparent knitting, over-cooking, and planting wet kisses on their faces, Josh grew up with the image of a vile, jet-black haired disciplinarian who took no shit from anyone or anything; never cooked, sure as hell never knitted, and the only kiss he ever received from her was the painful kiss of a leather belt on his backside.

Yeah, she wasn't the picture of an ideal grandma. But Josh wouldn't have it any other way.

[color=Goldenrod]"So nana,[/color] Josh began, swallowing a potato chunk before he went on. [color=Goldenrod]"You heard back from mom yet?"[/color]

Grandma Holloway cut into her eggs with a fork and popped them into her mouth. [color=Gainsboro]"She called me this mornings'. Told me she made it to bucktown safely.[/color]

Josh nodded and swallowed another potato. His mother, Nina Holloway, had taken back to their hometown for a little R&R with her home-girls. That left Jo-Vaughn in charge of the oldest Holloway. Which meant treating her to breakfast and dropping a third of all the cash on him. That coupled with his mother's demands to do something with his hair before she got back or she would, quote: [color=Gainsboro]"cut that shit myself with a pair of sheers."[/color], left him flat broke after a visit to the barber shop. 

The young Holloway let out a silent sigh and glanced out the window of the Cafe. He noticed a number of people leaving from the direction of the sheriff's department.

[color=Goldenrod]"Awww, shit, that news-conference was this morning."[/color] he exasperated as he leaned heavily into the backrest of the booth. 

Josh had been planning to go, but with the last two days activity, that with his mother sudden vacation and today's haircut and breakfast, the event totally slipped his mind.

[color=Gainsboro]"And why in God's name would you want to do that?"[/color] Grandma Holloway asserted, finishing off the last of her eggs. 

Josh grunted. [color=Goldenrod]"I mean, it's not like shit like this happens all the time in Red Lake. It'd be nice to get some info on what the fuck is going on."[/color]

[color=Gainsboro]"Joey, you know Mayor Ryder wasn't a good man. With what he pulled, he was bound to have enemies."[/color] she pointed out. 

[color=Goldenrod]"Nana, those are only rumors. No one can prove he rigged the election. And this is Red Lake, a small town of some 2,000. How badly does a man wanna be mayor of that?"[/color]

Grandma Holloway chuckled disappointedly. [color=Gainsboro]"You'd be surprised what people are willing to do for power, Jo-Vaughn.[/color]

With that, she grabbed a napkin, cleaned off her mouth and lifted herself up and out of the booth. [color=Gainsboro]"Well, thank you for treatin' me this morning, Jo-Vaughn."[/color]

Josh cocked his head to the side. [color=Goldenrod]"Oh, where you goin?"[/color]

[color=Gainsboro]"Oh, me and the girls gonna get the nails done. Nina can't have all the fun. Go do something."[/color] she said, waving him off as she showed herself out.

Joey watched her leave. Here he was again, alone with a whole day ahead of him and no plans whatsoever. After a pause, he simply shrugged and dug back into his meal. Surely something would come up, something always seemed to come up of late.