J.C. Michaels: Head bowed, chestnut hair spilling into intense brown eyes, J.C. makes his way quietly through the evening crowd at Cafe X. He's dressed in a pair of baggy blue jeans and a loosely tucked red t-shirt. A white apron is wrapped around his hips.
He moves carefully, avoiding eye and any physical contact to the best of his ability, clearing tables.

J.C. Michaels: Balancing a heavy green tub on his hip he moves to an empty table in the far back corner. Setting down the bucket he begins to clear the table.

J.C. Michaels: Bucket full, he moves back towards the kitchen.

Christian Gallagher: He makes his way into the Cafe, sliding the backpack off his shoulder as he does so and moving toward a seat. Just getting a bite to eat before he heads off to work. He's dressed in his leather jacket and jeans...the T-Shirt today reads "You'll regret reading this when the sketch artist asks to describe my face." He sits down and relaxes, setting the pack next to him in the booth.

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: Back out onto the floor trudges J.C., this time sans apron, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Head bowed, hair hiding his eyes and thin framed glasses threatening to spill from his face he takes a quick look around, lips pursing at the lack of an empty table. With a slight sigh he begins weaving his way towards the back of the Cafe, looking...Hoping. He never meets anyone's gaze and goes out of his way to avoid contact.

Christian Gallagher: He looks up, noting JC, and gives him a friendly little smile and nod. Just from one stranger to another.

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He flushes, eyes regarding Christian from beneath that shielding fall of brown hair. An uncertain smile is offered in return as he shifts the weight of the backpack on his shoulder.

Christian Gallagher: "Hello." He smiles again to JC.

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He glances around quickly and then back. "Um. Hi," he says softly, fidgeting, his weight shifting from foot to foot.

Christian Gallagher: His brow furrows a little bit. "Is everything okay?"

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Huh?" He blinks. "Oh. Uh. Yeah. Fine. Just crowded in here," he murmurs, rolling his lips between his teeth as he shifts the backpack to his chest, shoulders hunching as a small group of people pass a little too close for comfort.

Christian Gallagher: He nods a little bit. "Well, would you like to join me, if there are no other tables?"

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Uh, sure," he says after looking around a moment and sliding carefully into the booth, setting aside his backpack.

Christian Gallagher: "My names Christian." He extends his hand across the table, toward JC.

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Jacob Christopher. J.C." Tentatively he takes tht hand, his own soft and a little fleshy.

Christian Gallagher: "Nice to meet you, JC." He smiles and settles back, reaching for a menu. "So what are you having?"

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Oh. Nothing. Just water. Um...I work here so it kinda gets old."

Christian Gallagher: "Ahh." He nods. "So, then...what's good." He grins a bit.

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "The tiramisu is good. We make it here," he mumbles, hiding behind his hair. "And the gyros." biting at his lips he turns his attention to his backpack and pulls out a sketchbook and a stack of comics.

Christian Gallagher: "Ahh, cool. I rather like gyros." He glances over at the books and comics. "Aspiring artist?"

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: Again that deep, rosy flush. "Yeah. I'm not good. But...Maybe some day," he says, shrugging and quickly tugging things away, suddenly unsure.

Christian Gallagher: "Cool. Don't give up on your dream. It'll happen if you believe in it. Trust me."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He nods jerkily and sweeps a hand through his hair. his face is soft, babyish and yet utterly intense, his eyes dark. "So. So um, what do you do?"

Christian Gallagher: "I'm a DJ. I work at the Limelight Club exclusively now...used to work all over before that."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Limelight?" he frowns and then his eyes widen, cheeks going utterly scarlet. "Isn't that that...I mean I've heard about it but...Isn't it...Well. You know."

Christian Gallagher: He smiles, a bit amused. How else can you react? "Yes, it's that kind of place."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He nods and ducks his head, hair falling into his eyes, curiosity rather eating at him. "oh."

Christian Gallagher: "I'm straight," he says calmly, smiling a bit. "More then straight, I'm basically asexual. It's just a place to work for me, with good fellow employees for the most part."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He blinks rapidly, eyes jerking up to Christian's face. "I'm not," he says simply.

Christian Gallagher: "Well, more power to you." He nods a little bit, shrugging. "Live and let live, and someone's sexuality is purely their and their partner's business, in my book."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "And yet you felt the need to tell me yours without prompting as if you had to defend your honor."

Christian Gallagher: "Hardly. People tend to make an assumption about me based on where I work. Which leads to one or more directions, usually." He shrugs. "With the record set straight, that gets cleared away. I meant nothing by it."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He wrinkles his nose slightly and shakes his head. "Well, I wasn't gonna hit on you," he says. "Even if I did think you were gay. Which I, um, didn't."

Christian Gallagher: "Fair enough. Sorry if I offended."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He shrugs. "You made assumptions. Nothing new," he whispers, worrying at his lips.

Christian Gallagher: He frowns a little bit, though not in offense or anger. "Maybe. But lets be honest, you did have the intense curiosity look about you. And you don't seem like the type who was going to ask, otherwise you probably would have immediately."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Not curious about you. About the club. You're not that hot," he says, eyes widening as the words slip out. "Uh...Um...Yeah. This is why I don't date."

Christian Gallagher: He chuckles a little. "I must be losing my touch." It's said in an entirely non-serious, self-deprecating manner, without arrogance. "And don't be embarassed about it."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: He shrugs and then offers up a small smile. "I should go. I have an early shift tomorrow."

Christian Gallagher: "All right." He nods. "Well, nice meeting you, JC."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "You too, Christian. I'll see you around. I'm sure." He stands, curling his backpack to his chest.

Christian Gallagher: "One can hope. Take it easy."

J.C. Michaels ~Play Testing~: "Peace," he murmurs, body hunching a bit as he heads towards the door.