1963-09-12 - Street Feast
Summary: Lynette stumbles upon Solomon cooking for the block.
Related: None
Theme Song: None
lynette solomon 


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This area of Hell's Kitchen appears to be predominatly Jewish, and while most days everyone would
hide inside when they didn't absolutly have to be out, today appears to be an exception. Tables have
been erected, and several smokers take up space by the sidewalk.

The person responsible for all this appears to be an overweight man the locals refer to as Shlomo,
who's in the process of setting out barbecue chicken breast next to ribs. Aside from the meat
there's an assortment of sides, from coleslaw to kishke. Once the food is finally set up wipes the
sauce from his fingers onto the apron covering his hoodie, then takes a seat and lights up a cigar.

*

The smell of food was intoxicating; at least to someone with a rather empty stomach on an given day.
Today, wasn't actually one of them. Still full from eating so much pizza her petite form should have
burst by now, the dark skinned girl with floof-tastic hair seems to be wandering. She does pause,
however, keeping her distant and watching. Keeping to herself, shrinking back, she shoves her hands
deep within the pockets of her ratty, oversized sweater. When people move up to get food, she smiles,
content with the display before her.

*

Solomon turns his attention over towards the dark skinned woman as she wanders over. He appraises
her quietly while puffing on his cigar, eyes gradually taking on a reddish hue as whatever is in his
cigar takes effect. "You're welcome ta come fix youself a plate, I'm big an' all but I can't eat it
all myself." he finally calls over easily, flashing a smile.

*

Found out, seen, causes the girl's dark eyes to round out like plates. "M-me?" She questions before
slowly crossing the way and looking over the spread. "Oh, I didn' t'ink'…" she starts up,
stammering over her words briefly. "T'anks. I didn' t'ink it was all f'you." She clarifies, though
her expression is still apologetic. "Why y'doin' dis?"

*

"These are my people, not gonna let 'em go hungry while I'm doing good." Solomon takes another hit
from his cigar, which is obviously filled with marijuana, before offering it out. "You live around
here?"

*

"Dat's nice t'hear. S'good. Glad t'see good people 'round here." The Creole girl nods, the smile on
her face softening, but still kind. Stepping aside, she allows others to fix a plate while she
wasn't doing so herself. Not just yet, anyway. "Live? Nah, 'm just wanderin' 'round. S'big city."
When people give thanks for the meal, the girl watches them and even offers then smiles and nods of
greeting when making eye contact. "M'guessin' you do? If dey your people, den y'local?"

*

"Yeah, right around the corner." Solomon points off down the road. "I'm Solomon, by the way. Solomon
Malakoff."The offered cigar is replaced with an offered hand. "This is a dangerous place ta wander.
Gotta be careful you don't get shot or snatched."

*

"Ain't y'been listenin' to d'news? Everywhere dangerous dese days." She offers her hand out, giving
his own a shake. "Lynette. C'n call me Lyn if y'like." Pulling her hand away, it returns to the
warmth of her pocket. "I be alright, dough. Made it dis far, right?"

*

"Fair enough." Solomon grins. "I tell you what though," he produces a pencil from his pocket and
scrawls out an address onto a napkin and passes it over to Lynette, "ifin you're in the neighborhood
and need anything, swing on by. Don't hurt me none to share some food or ah few dollars."

*

"Usually don' like handouts…" She begins, but she does accept the napkin without pause. "But,
friends' nice. Ain't neva too rich t'turn down a friend." Folding it, she slips it into her pocket
before searching for something else. Her hand comes out, as a fist, and she holds it out for him to
accept whatever she was giving. "Here. Y'doin' good, so y'gonna take dis, ok? Don' say no. Y'hurt
m'feelin's if y'do." She muses with a soft smirk.

*

Solomon lifts his broad shoulders in a shrug and holds his hand out. "You don't want ah handout, I'm
sure we can work something out. I get where you're comin' from, don't like feelin' dependent either.
"

*

"Don' like puttin' people out. I know why m'runni' 'round. Ain't nobody's problem but mine." Her
hand opens and something slightl warm, but hefty, falls into his palm. Drawing her hand back, she
leaves behind a glimmering coin, marked with Norse runes, and what appears to be solid gold. "Dere.
Dat help y'people, too."

*

Solomon lets out a low whistle. "Now I don't think I can take this. If you're lookin' for a place
this would get ya one." He flips the coin over to examine it, before looking up and addressing her
previous statement. "You ever in any trouble feel free to swing by too. People have a hard time
sneakin' up on me." He flashes a grin and that reveals what looks to be a fang, but it's gone just
as quickly as it was revealed.

*

"Well, y'gonna, 'cause I ain't takin' it back. Jus'…passin' along a good deed, y'know?" She smiles,
keeping her hands to herself and even taking a step back should he attempt to return the coin.
Nodding at his next offer, she blinks at that glimpse of fang, staring after it's long gone, before
shaking her head and sending her curls swaying. "Hey, y'know 'lot 'bout dis city?"

*

"More or less. Know more about the Kitchen though." Solomon replies, lighting his cigar back up and
ignoring the eye focused on his mouth. "You lookin' for something in particular?" With the cigar
rolling once more he takes another couple of drags, making sure he isn't blowing it towards Lynette.

*

"Nah, jus' askin'. Um, already seen s'met'ings dat I jus' found odd. Dis place got supers in it?
Seen dis woman jus' fly de otha night. Didn' know dat was possible." She keeps her voice low,
perhaps wanting to keep the story between the pair. Reaching up, she rubs at the back of her neck,
and then scratches up into massive hair.

*

"Everything from mutants to people that talk to demons." Solomon says with a nod, "Most of us don't
draw attention to it usually." His hand raises in an easy wave towards an older gentleman who's
throwing his bones away. "But it's like that wherever you go, special people aren't as special as
they want you to believe."

*

Lynette nibbles to her lower lip, nodding and listening to everything being told to her. "How you
feel 'bout it? People like dat?" She then questions, her head canting to the side and watching the
larger of the pair intently.

*

"Listen doll, before we came to America my family lived in Warsaw. Then Germany came, and we know
how that ended for us. I'm not about to judge somebody because they've got scales, talk to spirits,
or because they look different than me." And Solomon seems honest, and probably too high to lie
properly even if he wanted to.

*

Her eyes go up, watching the man's face as he speaks. Then, she smiles; calm and warm, giving a nod
of her head. "T'anks." She almost sighs out before looking away and swallowing hard. "I'm like dem."
She confesses in a whisper. "Don' look it, but I am."

*

"Well, there's a reason I said us." Solomon gives a wink before relaxing his his seat. "You wanna
hit this?" he offers the gargantuan blunt over. "Has it's ups and downs, but so does everything in
life really."

*

Lynette giggles and nods, looking down at her partiall laced boots. "Oh, no t'anks. You keep it."
She declines and moves to rest her back on the building behind them. "Did y'always know? 'bout
y'self, I mean?"

*

"Nope. If you told young me I'd be able to do magic I'da called you an idiot." Solomon outs his
cigar, turning to face Lynette. "Better yet you told me I wouldn't be able to eat the food I made
without gettin' sick? Those woulda been fightin' words. But, here I am with the ups and downs."

*

"Magic, hmm?" She nods once more and glances up and down the street. "Me, too." She doesn't offer
much more than that, but the commentary from Solomon at least makes her giggle a bit. "But y'got a
place here, right? Y'home? Friends? Family?"

*

"Got family here, yeah. But most of 'em don't know, and most of the ones that do are scared of me."
Solomon shrugs once more, "Nothing you can do about that though. Just gotta get in where ya fit in
and make do with what ya got. That's why I don't gotta problem sharing what I have, or lettin'
trustworthy people sleep on the couch."

*

Lynette chuckles and smiles. "Ah, y'don' know me, chere. But…I take dat as a compliment. Don' know
if I take y'up on it, but…t'anks." Another chuckle, she looks up and around them once more,
perhaps paranoid somewhat. "Jus' weird…seen 'lot a nasty people on d'road. Den I come here
n'people are nice? Jus' offerin' me whatever? S'weird."

*

"Well, to be fair I said trustworthy, and I just met you." Solomon is clearly teasing though. "And
not all of us are bad, but we aren't all good either. Just use that judgement that brought you this
far and you'll be fine." His gaze drops to take the woman in again now that she's closer.

*

Smirking, she nods and presses off the wall with her shoulders. "I keep dat in mind." Reaching out,
she snags something to eat and sniffs at it. "I see y'round, Solomon. Y'stay safe, a'right?" Winking,
she heads down the street, nibbing away at some smokey bbq.

*

"Feel free to visit whenever." Solomon lifts a hand in a wave, before he pushes onto his feet. Once
up he actually drags the smokers back into a lot, where he covers them to keep them safe from the
weather.

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