Thursday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The chalkboard in front of Deb's reads:

Thursday Special:

Salisbury Steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots, green beans

Hot tofurkey sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots, green beans

Steamed vegetable medley with sliced roast chicken


Desserts:
Lemon bars
Chocolate cake
Cherry pie
Chess pie

Comments

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane walks in, giving Carl her usual friendly nod as she goes. She's dressed in a clean white wifebeater and tight blue low-riders, the hems of them stylishly (but neatly) frayed.

She walks behind the counter and drops lighter and cigarettes inside a drawer but lingers for a moment, checking her LCD to see if she has any messages. Once she's done with that, she places the phone inside as well and shuts it.

"Hey, Deb," she smiles.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Hi baby.

We're out of Sprite tonight, but they'll be in to fix it tomorrow.

Everything else is good.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Gotcha," she nods and smiles. After a moment she glances over at the racks of clothes in the other part of the shop and then turns to look at Deb, giving her an inquiring look, arching her right eyebrow.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

On your break, sweetie. The nice kitty doggie thing client from the bank looks hungry.

Don't keep him waiting

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor comes in. Frankly, he looks haggard, but he orders in a slow, steady voice: the vegetables and chicken, chess pie, and as much coffee as possible.]

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

*takes one look and brews a second pot*

There you go, honey.

*refills cup*

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[looks up at her, attempts a smile] Thank you.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane comes back from refilling Carl's coffee and slows down as she passes by the doctor on her way back to the counter. She returns the coffee pot to the warmer, catching his eye as she does so. "How's it goin'?" She asks quietly, her tone even and friendly but with a note of sympathy winding through it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

Examining the chalkboard, Red decided to grab a quick dinner there. Said they had cherry pie. Red loved cherries.

He trotted in and hopped up onto a chair at a table, waiting patiently.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane walks quickly up to the table, scribbling her name on the bottom of the check as she went. When she looks up, she catches sight of the customer seated in the chair, flaming tail switching idly behind him. Huh. "Hi," she says smoothly. "I'm Shane. I'm your waitress. What can I get for you this evening?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/]

"Evening," Red said with a toothy smile. "I would just like a piece of the cherry pie and a cup of coffee."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Hi," she says again, returning the smile, seeming not the least bit disconcerted by him. She writes down his order, signing her name at the bottom as usual before leaving the check for him. "Cool. I'll be right back with that."

She goes over to the counter and gets a slice of cherry pie from the display case and pours a cup of black coffee, carrying those along with a fork and napkin back to the table. She places the small dish on the table in front of him and lays the napkin beside it. "Uhh, I don't know if you... need this," she says as she places the fork on the napkin next to the dish. "Enjoy, though." She smiles, doing all she can to resist the urge to scratch him behind the ear.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna stops by the store before heading off to work in the clinic. "The steak and sandwhich both to to go. And ... two slices of cherry pie. And something to drink please."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

*rings up*

$18, honey.

Enjoy.

*looks around for her cashier*

Now where's smart-mouth gotten to tonight?

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna pulls out a twenty from her pocket, and highlites the mental note to ask for more money. "Thank you!"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Take it easy," Shane calls to her with a smile, lifting her hand up in a wave, pen fitted between her fingers as she quietly waits for her customer to figure out what they'd like.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff wanders in around [whenever it is that these people are here], rubbing his shoulder and looking rather dejected. He stands and stares at the menu board.*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Recognizing the tall blond guy from her first shift at the diner, Shane smiles. Seeing his expression, though, she bites her lip. "Hey, man," she greets gently from the counter. "What can I get you?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff immediately puts on a charming smile and walks up to the counter.*

Well, to begin with, my lady, you can answer a question for me. What exactly is "tofurkey"? *Geoff pronounces the word too - FUR - kee*

[fullmetal-havoc.livejournal.com]

Ah, sorry I'm late! Looks like we're busy. You guys holding up okay?

Oh, by the way, the drawer to the register was stuck, I fixed it.

[OOC: Sorry, I was workin' all day. @_@]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane smiles and jerks her chin up in greeting as he comes in. "Hey, man," she says genially.

[ooc: No problem! *waves* :)

[fullmetal-havoc.livejournal.com]

Oh, hey. I don't think we've been introduced--

*extends hand and smiles* Jean Havoc. And you are...?

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

'Bout time you got here, kiddo.

I can't pay you if you don't work.


[[ooc: 'Sokay. I went AWOL for a while here and tehre on my commutes]]

[fullmetal-havoc.livejournal.com]

*nervous laugh* It won't happen again, ma'am.

[OOC: jest to let you know--I'll be outta town on Saturday, so if you do a post, I won't be thar for work that day. I'm... sick or something. Bad cough. XDD]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Well, what kind of business is it?" Shane asks, taking another bite of her food, giving him a curious look, grinning at the mention of his complex. "Yeah? What reputation is that?"

She can't miss the thoughtful expression on his face and the almost adoring tone of voice he slips into as he's speaking. "Was Kate your girlfriend?" She asks. She thinks about it for a moment, thinks again, and then shakes her head to herself. "Err - wife?"