Lunch at Crestmore

"So how's Jane?" Jodie asked as Daria took her seat at the table in the small diner that tended to serve the students from nearby Crestmore U.

Darin answered, "She's fine, now that she's settled in at BFAC."

Next to her a guy in ratty clothes, spiked blue hair, and countless piercings and tats slipped his hand into hers under the table and replied, "And it only took ten minutes to get her situation in her dorm."

Daria blushed at the contact even as she said back, "Well Bob, the Lane's aren't known for having too much luggage."

Jodie laughed, "Yeah, but I'm glad that her brother decided to follow her to Boston, it'll either help his music career, or convince him to pursue other work."

"Trent work?" Daria said in a robotic tone, "Does not compute."

The three of them fell into a laughing fit that was only interrupted by a voice with a Texan drawl.

"What's all the hubbub?" Clayton Arbusto asked as he took the last available seat at the table, which just happened to be next to Jodie Landon.

"Just chatting about an old friend." Jodie answered before kissing him softly on the cheek.

"And saving our sanity in this place." Bob added with a laugh as their food finally arrived.

The server hadn't bothered to take their orders, since all four of them always ordered the same things over and over again.

"Coffee." Bob and Jodie both sighed as they hit the Morning Joe in the middle of the afternoon.

Daria and Clayton both looked at each other, daring the other one to laugh.

Instead Daria asked the cowboy, "So how was your sociology class?"

Clayton snickered, "Terrible, the professor knows less about the subject than I do, and that's saying something."

Daria fought back a laugh and covered it with a cough.

Bob lifted his head from his coffee, "I thought you weren't doing Sociology until next year."

Clayton shrugged, "I thought I'd knock it out now, in retrospect I wish I had waited. Oh well."

Jodie put an arm around his shoulder and replied, "No loss, so mind sharing some of those fries with me?"

Clayton grinned, "Not at all ma'am."

Jodie playfully punched him, "I'm not a ma'am, remember that."

"Yes ma'am." Clayton teased.

Bob and Daria just shook their heads before turning to their food.

Just another late lunch at the diner near Crestmore.