BENEDICT EGGS

hey man) my schooldays insane
(hey man) my works down the drain
(hey man) well shes a total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she..and then she..
Oh dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket
Im back from suffragette city

Suffragette City-David Bowie

After a hard shift, Nick Stokes and Catherine Willows sat in the diner enjoying a greasy breakfast.

Nick broke his sunny side up egg with half burnt toast and dipped into the runny yolk while Catherine watched, a disgusted smear forming on her fine features.

"That's really, really gross Nick." Catherine commented while scanning a newspaper.

"It's the only way to eat them." Nick said with a full mouth. Catherine just shook her head while he chuckled away.

And that's when he saw her.

The woman of his dreams, with red hair and blue eyes prancing about in an ugly, pink waitress uniform while taking orders from other patrons.

Eyes wide with eagerness and heart filled with gidiness, Nick swallowed a big glob of bread and egg.

"Careful there, Nicky." Catherine warned, her face hidden behind a newspaper. "Stalking is illegal in Clark County."

"I'm not stalking her." Nick answered defensively wiping his mouth a napkin.

"Leering than." Catherine corrected.

"You're acting as if I'm some dirty, old man." He shot back.

Catherine looked out from behind the newspaper and smiled coyly. "You said it! Not me. She's gotta be oh, 22, 23."

"I don't know and does it matter?"

"Depends on the woman and the man. I mean she could be your daughter."

Nick glared. "Yeah had I married at 15!"

As the young woman walked by, Nick stopped her. "Uh, could I get a refill on my coffee?"

The waitress observed the full mug on his table and asked, "Is there something wrong with the one you already have?"

Embarrassed, Nick answered. "Um, no, I uh, well..""

The waitress tapped her pen on the note pad waiting for him to get to the point.

Nick felt Catherine's foot hit leg and he blurted out, "Um, what's your name?"

Snorting, the waitress tapped her name tag with her pen: Stephanie

"Uh hi, I'm Nick and I was wondering if..I could have..your..number?" Christ he sounded like a stupid 12 year old kid!

"Why?" Stephanie asked her eyes narrowed with suspicion."

"Um, I just thought we could get together sometime is all?" Nick bit his bottom lip nervously.

Stephanie sighed in exasperation and turned to Catherine. "Would you like anything else."

Setting her newspaper on the table, Catherine answered with a grin. "Nope."

Stephanie sauntered off while Nick slumped in his chair. Hopes deflated - among other things.

"Oh Nicky." Catherine cooed in mock sympathy. "She was much too young for you anyways."

"Thanks a lot Catherine." Nick grumbled as he sipped his coffee.

"Well, that blob of egg on your chin certainly didn't help." Catherine smirked with a mischevious gleam in her eyes.

Horrified, Nick grabbed a steel napkin holder and examined his reflection. Sure enough there was a quarter-sized yellow blob planted smack dab in the cleft of his chin. He slammed the holder down and glared at his 'friend'.

"Why the fuck didn't you say anything?" Nick hissed his brown eyes gone black with indignation as he snatched a napkin and rubbed furiously at his chin.

"And ruin my fun while I watched you make a complete ass of yourself." Catherine answered demurely."Not a chance!"

Nick jumped up, slammed a few dollars down on the table (he was still a gentlemen after all) and stormed off, "Thanks a fucking lot Catherine!"

"You're welcome Nicky." Catherine called after him.

-fini-

a/n: This was an assignment for my writing class in which I had to write about a waitress ignoring a flirty customer.