The day was just like any other. Mordecai and Rigby were sitting at one of the many yellow tables, watching some stupid show that was playing on the TV. Well, Rigby was. Mordecai was looking around, bored.
"Hey guys, can I take your order?" asked Eileen as she walked up to the table. The little rodent-like girl was standing on her tiptoes, just barely reaching the tabletop.
"Eh, just some fries, I guess." Mordecai said, uninterested. Eileen eyed him strangely.
"You seem sad," Eileen observed. "Are you still hung up over Margaret leaving?"
"Kinda. Everytime I come here, I'm reminded of her." Mordecai sighed. "It's not just that, though. I-"
"Hold that thought, Mordecai. I gotta go wait some more tables." Eileen rushed away to a table on the opposite side of the coffee shop.
Mordecai looked over at Rigby. He was thoroughly invested in whatever was on. Suddenly he groaned. "Ah, what, a cliffhanger?! It was just getting good!"
"What are you even watching?" Mordecai asked with just a hint of curiousity.
"I don't know man, but Russell just found out that his lady friend's been hired to assassinate him!" Rigby explained the show to Mordecai. He seemed super excited about this, to the point where he looked like he was gonna explode.
Rigby rambled on and on about the episode, though Mordecai tuned him out. Eileen brought their fries over and then rushed over to another table.
The bell on the door chimed as someone walked in. He looked around for a few seconds. All of the other tables were close to full, so he sat across from Mordecai and Rigby.
Mordecai looked him up and down. He had on a dark grey sweatshirt that seemed too big for him. His facial feathers were just grey upon grey. Even his beak was a dark shade of grey, a bit like Mordecai's.
Mordecai noticed that the only thing not grey about him was his eyes. They were a purple-ish color. The newcomer pointed at the basket of fries. "You gonna eat those?"
"Uh, yeah I'm gonna eat those, I paid for them!" Mordecai grabbed a fry and bit off of it. "Besides, I don't even know you."
"Oh right." the grey pigeon gave a short laugh. "My name's Jackson. So can I have those?"
Mordecai rolled his eyes and shoved the basket of fries at him. Jackson happily dug in. Mordecai looked over at Rigby, who was still going on about this show.
Suddenly Jackson's entire face lit up. "Dude, I saw that episode! Wasn't it so cool when Russell and Terry backflipped off that building?"
"Yeah, and then it freaking exploded!" Rigby imitated some explosion noises. Jackson joined him.
Mordecai tuned the both out and started to scratch some designs into the side of the table with a knife that he found on the floor. There were many little doodles and junk there from the many times he and Rigby sat at that table. After a few seconds of scratching away at the wood, Mordecai heard the sound of chairs' legs scraping across the floor.
Mordecai noticed that it had become relatively quiet. He looked up to see Rigby and Jackson exiting the coffee shop, laughing like hyenas. Mordecai felt a bit hurt. He got up from the table and left. Not knowing where the two went, he decided to go back to the House. Besides, Benson probably had some odd job for him to do, and Mordecai did not want to get yelled at.