The Timely Adventures of Rachel Evans, Part 4: Funny Money
December 21, 2011
Leigh sat back and surveyed her friend across the table. "You really want to stay, don't you?"
Rachel took another sip of coffee. "I think we both already know the answer to that question."
Leigh didn't say anything else, merely studied the offending plate of french fries. There was silence in the booth, while the noise of the diner went on around them. Rachel could have kicked herself. It wasn't that she wanted to make Leigh feel bad. All right, perhaps she did a little, but not that much. She would have wanted to stay regardless of The Thing They Still Needed To Talk About. But an adventure with an unwilling friend was hardly going to be enjoyable.
"Look," She fiddled with the handle of her coffee cup. Her cup, not the one that actually held the coffee. "If you think we should go back, then, okay." It didn't sound very gracious, but it was the best she could manage.
"All right, all right." Leigh reached for her own coffee with a sigh. "We'll stay. One adventure. No changing things. No starting World War 3. We walk, we look around, and then we go home. Deal?"
"I knew you'd come round." Rachel said happily.
"I haven't come round to anything. I simply know you. We're not going anywhere until you say deal." Leigh waited.
"Okay, it's a deal."
"Good." Leigh took a sip of coffee. "Besides, I'm sure there's something we can find to do around here that's not too threatening to the future. See a show maybe."
Sondra-the-waitress chose that moment to reappear. "Can I get you girls anything else?"
"No, thank you." Leigh murmured, reaching for her wallet.
"What's that?" Sondra gave the time-traveling coffee cup a dubious look.
"A coffee cup." This was not a response Rachel felt she should have had to give. The answer was obvious. A waitress should definitely know what a coffee cup looked like, even one from the future. Things hadn't changed that much.
"You take a coffee cup with you to get coffee." Sondra raised an eyebrow.
"It's a good luck memento." Rachel said defensively. She picked the cup up and put it in her hoodie pocket, giving it a little pat.
Sondra shrugged amicably. "Sure thing, hon. I'll be right back with your check."
"You better put that," Leigh nodded at the pocket dictionary, "Somewhere safe as well."
"I will, I will."
"We don't want it getting lost now, do we?"
"Leigh, I know how this works." Rachel put the PD in her other pocket and reached for her coffee again.
Sondra returned with the check and laid it down. Leigh opened her wallet and handed over a five. Sondra picked it up and studied it. Rachel took another sip of coffee. It was probably the last one she would get for a while. She had a feeling things were about to get sketchy.
"What is this, some kind of joke?" The waitress waved the five at them, her other hand placed combatively on her hip . "I don't need this kind of trouble."
"Something wrong, Sondra?" A beefy man in an apron leaned over the counter, giving Rachel and Leigh a long, calculating look.
"These two." She jerked a thumb at Rachel and Leigh. "Trying to pass a phony five. The nerve of them!"
"I told you." Rachel mouthed at Leigh, who kicked her under the table.
"Look, ma'am." Leigh smiled apologetically. "I am very, very sorry about this. I got the five from my younger cousin. He probably meant it as a joke."
"Some joke." Sondra sniffed. "Okay, you got any other cash on you?"
"Unfortunately, no." Leigh pressed her lips together. Rachel moved her feet slightly just in case.
"Harve," Sondra looked at the guy over the counter. "They say they can't pay."
"Is that right..." Harve came around the counter. "So you...ladies can't pay your bill and you try to pass phony money..."
To be continued...