Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. These characters belong to Richard O'Brien.
This is the first part of what I hope to be a rather long fan fiction. I'll upload a chapter at a time. Let me know what you think. Thank you!
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Columbia looked around the diner as she waited for her burger and fries. There wasn't really anything interesting or new to see. A few couples were sharing drinks and a small family was having a meal together. She felt a little out of place sitting there alone, but Columbia was getting used to being alone.
Columbia wasn't exactly your average young woman. She had a talent for dancing. Jazz, ballet, contemporary, but tap was her favourite. She found that tap dancing was a crowd pleaser. As a street performer, pleasing the crowd was necessary to survive. A successful day of busking meant that Columbia could eat and perhaps even have a place to stay that night. Otherwise, she might go a few days without much subsidence or a warm place to sleep.
Finding new ways to express her creativity was one of the small joys that Columbia could still have. She liked to dress rather flamboyantly and her hair never stayed the same colour for much longer than a month.
Though her parents still lived in Denton, Columbia never dreamt of going home. She had left her parents' house months ago. Their marriage had been falling apart for years and for years it wore Columbia down. Every fight, every foul mood. They would either blame Columbia or use her as a pawn in their battles. Columbia became fed-up with it and left. She returned only once to pick up a few of her belongings.
"Here you go, miss," said the waitress. Her name was Debbie according to the sticker covered name tag affixed to her blouse. Debbie set a platter on the table in front of Columbia. It was piled high with fries and a messy looking burger.
"Thanks," Columbia said, eagerly looking at the mountain of food in front of her. Food, glorious food! She couldn't wait to dig in.
After about half an hour, Columbia had managed to finish half the plate of fries and the majority of the burger. She sat idly sipping her diet cola and tapping her foot to the music coming from the juke box. It was then that Columbia noticed a man standing beside a pickup truck peering in through the window at all the customers in the diner. Columbia had never seen anyone like him before. He was dressed up in a sheer glitter top, wore makeup, and his hair was in curls on top of his head.
Before long, Columbia found that herself staring at the strange man. When his gaze fell upon her, a shot of adrenaline went through Columbia's body. Oh, God. He's looking at me, she thought. Her eyes fell back to her soda. A moment passed and she looked up again. He was still looking at her. The man looked as if he thought Columbia was as peculiar in appearance as he. Columbia was fascinated by him.
Just then, the man winked at her. She was a little taken aback, yet Columbia felt drawn to him. She set some money on the table, enough to cover the meal and a tip. Never breaking eye contact with the new man, she made her way to the door and went outside.
"Hey," Columbia said, rather coyly. She looked him up and down, taking him in fully. She even noticed the detailed patters of sequins on his shoes. "You must be new in town."