Owner	Pose
Tommy Shepherd	Mootant Town Milkshakes is another entry on Tommy's resume. He'd managed a full two months working here, mostly because they were more than happy to put his abilities to work. Spend five minutes (from everyone else's point of view) fulfilling all of the pickup orders for ice cream cakes for the entire week, hang out in the back for most of the rest of his shift, and come back in only when the afternoon rush comes in. Easy.     Just kidding. No, not about the job, or about how easy it was, those are both true. The joke is Tommy having a resume. Puh-lease.     But like everything else, the tedium gets to him. He doesn't make a big deal about quitting like he sometimes does when it's asshole customers or asshole bosses that prompt it, Tommy just admits one day that he can't keep doing this, and then that's it.     Which is maybe why he's still welcome on the premise! He's currently sat at the end of the counter, working on his third milkshake (this one's salted caramel), hunched over like he's trying to broadcast a general "Don't fuck with me" vibe. Which it is, partially, but mostly he's unconsciously protecting his food from anyone trying to snatch it. Old habits die hard.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney hadn't been here in awhile since her old schoolmates had worked here. However that was awhile ago, and she was spending less and less time at the school. Having found a team that would actually let her be a part of a team the school had seemed less welcoming and more... tedious in it's own way. She got bored easily. But who could get bored of icecream? Feeling a bit meloncholy and in need of some comfort food, and familiar surroundings, she pushes the door to the shop open grinning brightly in an attempt to cheer herself further. It already smelled good in here--even to her budding new heightened sense of smell. Actually, it was rather hard to smell the frozen icecream, so it was almost a relief in some small way. The path to the counter is made to order, "Give me something with enough chocolate in it that I forget sucky things." A pause as she considers further, glancing toward the boy who had three shakes in front of him. "And one of whatever he has too that looks good." The worker looks momentarily confused. "Uh. No on the first one then, or...?" "Oh, no, one of each," Gabby assures with a bright grin as she fishes out her wallet to pay. "Turst me I can finish them both."
Tommy Shepherd	"Make it the right way," Tommy says, abruptly. He's looking up from his own milkshake to eye the worker behind the counter, who is young and pimply and also has goat horns. He doesn't look at all pleased to be sassed about his milkshake method, and when Tommy adds, "I mean it, I'm watching you. Think I won't tell Coz you're slacking off?" it earns him a glare that is, for a second or two, red-eyed.     But then, compliance. Both ordered milkshakes are properly blended and then topped with a truly obnoxious assortment. Among other things, the salted caramel gets a full stroopwafel (broken in half) stuck into its whipped cream topping and a sprinkle of fleur de sel on the sticky caramel around the glass's rim, and the chocolate one has a brownie and far too many chocolate chips.     This gets a solemn nod from Tommy, once he's leaned up and over the counter to observe. The kid with the horns flashes him a sourpuss look but manages to rearrange his face into something vaguely appropriate for dealing with a customer when he sets Gabby's order before her.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney glances over toward Tommy again when he orders the horned staffer to do it right. A little lift of her eyebrows come at the apparent tension--but it appears she's getting some awesome milkshakes out of it. Her smile softens to a more genuine, eager one, as she eyes the newly created concoctions. "Thanks!" The first is said to the worker, but then she scoops one up in each hand to head over toward where Tommy sits to plop down near him uninvited. "And thanks to you too! These look awesome and I needed a pick-me-up." The first of which is plucking that brownie right off top to take a chomp out of it. The bitten peice is put back onto the topping and she licks her fingetips clean. Only once they are does she glance around for a napkin. Hm. "Don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Gabby."
Tommy Shepherd	It's too late that Tommy realizes his mistake. He's not even employed here any more so he shouldn't care, but Cozwick was good to him. The whole loaded milkshake thing is a selling point for the business!     But him caring about that gives off the impression that he's, like... a caring person in general. Which is the last thing Tommy wants. Unfortunately it's too late for takesies-backsies, so he just nods once gruffly to Gabby when she comes over.     He can't outright be mean, though. Even if he wants to be. So Tommy nudges the napkin dispenser over closer to Gabby.     "Tommy," he answers. "Could say the same to you."     Should he ask? Like... if she's new to the area? Despite their previous tension, the kid with horns behind the counter is making eyes at him, looking between Tommy and Gabby with obvious suggestion in his eyes. His expression practically yells "Talk to her!"     So Tommy takes a long, slurping drink from his milkshake instead.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney has to think about that for a moment when he tosses it back to her. She hadn't been around in awhile, had she? "No, I'm usually over in Gotham these days. Most of my friends around here have already graduated and are off to college. Or jobs. Or whatever normal people do." Normal? Well they were in mutant town so that was as good a guess as any as to what she means. Stabbing a straw into one of the shakes she takes a good, long slurp until she gets a little wince. It's that familiar eye-brow-creasing gesture that many might get when they drink something ice cold too fast: Brain freeze. It fades with a little sigh after a moment. One of the napkins is plucked up to swipe over her hands. "Thanks again. So," she considers a moment eyeing the amount of shakes he's had. "Heightened metabolism or healing factor? I've got a speedster friend that puts away that much easy."
Tommy Shepherd	"Ugh, New Jersey," Tommy answers, and it's probably deliberate that he lets a bit of an actual Jersey accent slip in there. More a copy of his parents' than his own, but he grew up listening to it. Easy enough to copy.     He doesn't have any thing to say about the whole "normal" thing, but his shoulders shrug up and down in a way that's almost conciliatory. Who knows, maybe he gets it. But he's also not at the comfort level necessary to jointly complain about something with a stranger.     The third, now empty, milkshake glass joins the other two in the neat line he's arranged them, against the back of the counter. "The first one. It's not too bad usually but I made a delivery up to Boston this afternoon. Not that the cash I got for that covers the amount of calories I have to eat to make up for it." He slaps his hand against his forehead with a groan.     Okay, maybe he's at least at the comfort level for complaining TO a stranger.
Gabby Kinney	Gabby Kinney nods knowingly or at least she's apparently listening to him. Brain freeze aside. Though after that first initial scrunch of her face she seems perfectly fine again. "Oh yeah that would suck. Sounds like an interesting side gig, but if it doesn't cover things that's annoying." She considers a moment before pulling the stroopwaffel off of her other milkshake to offer it over silently. "Healing facot here. Got to rebuild calories somehow." Tilting her head toward him a moment she seems to consider before asking, "Doesn't that get boring though? Deliveries I mean. You'd be out there all on your own for awhile... Even if it's not long to us." Her nose scrunches in thought. "Could you even listen to music while running? It'd be so slow compared to your speed wouldn't it?" Well, at least she's kind of thinking of things. After saying that though she shakes her head quickly. "I'm sorry my mind tends to wander a lot. I've had a very bad few days and am looking for just about anything to distract me from it."
Tommy Shepherd	Tommy's managed to avoid getting his fingers sticky, somehow. Maybe it's just practice, after working at a place like this. Either way, it means he can fold his hands together and tuck them under his chin in a thinking pose, his eyes squinting as he stares at the counter.     "It's rough, sometimes. Can't sight-see cuz I gotta pay attention to where I'm going, and music's right out. Tried listening to sped-up versions but nothing seems to play back right. But it's better than no job."     Except is it, really? He narrows his eyes at the evidence of it very much not being so, lined up in front of him. "I used to do that. Just go places because I wanted to. Does being an adult mean I don't get to keep doing that?"     His shoulders hunch up and his chin drops down, fiddling with a bit of straw wrapper. "Man, this sucks." Tommy lifts his head to stare at the top of Gabby's, frowning.     "This is nuts but do you wanna get the hell outta here?" He pauses. "After your milkshakes, I mean. The, uh... the Smithsonian museums in DC are pretty cool, and they're free."     Though he seems to regret the random offer almost immediately, cringing as he turns away. "Sorry. Forget I said anything."
Gabby Kinney	"I don't see why you can't go where you want. I do," Gabby points out with a shrug at the very thought. "Though I admit I don't travel as far or wide as I could. It does help to have a motorcycle though," she adds with a little grin. Nevermind that it would require gas, as well, but at least she wasn't burning through so many calories that three jump milkshakes with hella toppings wasn't going to cut it. The offer of going to the museum earns a surprised look in return. For a moment she sits there with an expression like a deer caught in the headlights as a rather whirlwind mix of emotions rushes through her. Friends, Gabby, he likely means as Friends. She was not going to jump to conclusions again and make an ass of herself once more. Espeically not so soon after the last time. An easy smile comes over her as she nods, tucking away another bite of hte brownie into her cheek like a chipmunk. "You know that'd be great. I've never been. I don't really feel like sitting around, anyway."
Tommy Shepherd	And so, after the minimum amount of time needed for Gabby to finish her milkshakes, she gets hoisted up into Tommy's arms and they make the roughly 200 mile jaunt down to DC in a matter of, let's say about 20 minutes.