[Center][color=ed1c24][b]Waylon - Salem - Night[/b][/color][/center]


Frieda came back out if Brandy's place, “Hey, if you still want to hit the diner, we better boogie. That waitress with a bad attitude told us a couple hours ago she wanted to close up. Plus, my coffee could use a warm up."

“Yeah...Betty, she's something else. Brandy sure got worked up about her; Shelby talked to Brandy trying to convince her she needed to tell Betty off because she was all over Ace.” Waylon shrugged, “I've been tied up so I don't know if she actually did anything or not.”

They walked back down the street towards the diner. "Yeah, I guess I'm part of Barney's 'militia,' but I managed to weasel some caps out of the gig. Mainly I'm the clinic guard, but I'd rather take a watch at the road than have to jump out of bed and confront someone within the clinic, itself. And that's assuming the doc would get out in time to even call for me..."

“Arthur does seem like he could use some help in that area, not to mention his patients.”

"Here," Frieda said, lingering at the doorway to the diner and handing Waylon her empty coffee cup, "I actually don't need that, anymore. I'll meet you at the main road."

Waylon took the cup, “Alright, I'll grab us a couple drinks and run and grab a rifle and meet you there.” He walked into the diner; Betty was wiping down a booth and tossed her rag on the bar clearly frustrated.

“What do you want old man?” she sneered.

“Two beers to go smart ass,” he smacked the mug on the counter, “And here, Frieda asked me to bring this back.”

Betty snatched the mug up and broke it as she threw it in the sink, “We were supposed to close like two hours ago.”

Waylon smirked, “Maybe you need to talk to Ace about posting the hours in the door. But, I still need two beers since you haven't locked the door there genius.” He waited until she grabbed the beers and was walking over, “Ya know, on second thought I'll just go home and grab some. I mean, since your feathers have been ruffled and all.”

Betty’s mouth fell open, Waylon held up his hand, “I wouldn't run your mouth, maybe Ace and I will have a talk if you do.” Betty flipped him off as he walked to the door, “This little handle here, turn it and it'll lock the door, then you won't be bothered Kid.” Betty shook her head and mumbled under her breath. Waylon jogged home, he had not expected to be caught up at the diner for more than a couple seconds. He walked inside, grabbing a custom SKS with a precision stock and night vision scope and slung it over his shoulder and shoved 4 extra mags in a backpack. He went into his office to fetch his Kevlar vest and pulled two beers from the fridge and some snacks putting them in his backpack too. He went upstairs and poked his head inside Shelby’s bedroom, “Hey, I’m going to go help Frieda with watch tonight.” 

Shelby was sitting in a chair with her feet propped up, “Frieda? Whatever, have fun, I’m sure your watch the town,” she rolled her eyes.

“Brat,” Waylon turned and headed back out, locking the door behind him. He found Frieda sitting atop an old car, he walked up, “Mind if I join you? I brought us a couple of beers and goodies.”