Friday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Sign out front reads:

Fried catfish, hushpuppies, cole-slaw

Pignolli pasta with portabella mushrooms

Baked herbed catfish, cole-slaw, carrots


Dessert
Red velvet cake
Blueberry pie
Butterscotch pie
Chocolate chip meringues

Comments

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

It seems as though Shane can't get through the door quickly enough. "Hey, Deb," she says distractedly as she checks on their stock of sugar jars, salt and pepper shakers and silverware.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Hi Baby.

Everything's good tonight. I just need to go finish up the tartar sauce. Make sure there's tabasco on the tables tonight.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"No problem," she says, throwing her a quick smile as she takes a step back and surveys the shelves behind the counter.

She spies a cardboard box full of regular-sized bottles of tobasco sauce, crouches down and pulls it off the shelf, the muscles in her arms flexing under her white dress shirt as she hefts the small box up onto the counter.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff comes tearing into Deb's just a couple of steps behind Shane, panting.*

Damn, that woman can run!

He tosses his jacket behind the counter, throws on his kitchen apron, and spares a second for a grin and a wink at the lady at the counter.*

So, Shane, what do I do before there are dirty dishes to clean up?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Shane says, giving the box on the counter a thoughtful look. She picks it up, turns to him and holds it out. "Go put those on all the tables for me? Please? Would you mind?"

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff grins and gives a little bow as he takes the box from Shane.* Of course, my lady, since you asked so sweetly. *He peers into the box.* What...is it?

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

"Hi, can I get the pasta, the baked catfish, and the blueberry pie?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Hey, sure... just gimme one sec," Shane says, in the midst of counting through a tray of wrapped silverware. She glances up at her and smiles. "Guess you like the food, huh?"

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna laughed. "It's easier this, or eating in the mess hall. So I just get my dinner, lunch, and breakfast here."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane chuckled as she replaced all the wrapped silverware back in the tray and walked over, yelling to the kitchen for one diet and one veggie. "Can't argue with that," she said with a shrug. She crossed over to the dessert display case and got out a slice of blueberry pie and busied herself putting it into a small take-out container. "We just opened, so the more repeat customers, the better."

Once that was done, she quickly wrote up the order and stuck it on a spindle beside the register. "That'll be... $13.90," she said, frowning as she fought a silent battle with the slightly rusty keys.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: It's my night at the GLBT center. I'll be back about 9:30-10 Central]]

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: All right, take care! Seeya later :D]]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige orbs just out of sight of the diner and walks in trying to look calm, it's not really working, she's obviously very twitchy. She sits and looks around for geoff_chaucer*

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Paige hears Geoff shout her name from where he's standing near the kitchen. He vaults over the counter and rushes over to her.*

Paige, are you all right? There...there's something...bad going on out there. Are you okay?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige takes a deep breath* I'm fine and I know there is that's why I'm here, but I'm not meant to be Phoebe didn't want me to come. Goeff I need you to come back to the school with me right now

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

*Geoff takes hold of Paige's arm.*

If there's danger here, I...I should stay and help. *He looks over his shoulder at Shane, and at lone customer.* We should stay here. Where we know it's safe.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

*Paige starts panicking I'm not leaving this town without him* Geoff I don't think it is safe here please you have to come with me, I don't know when they'll be here.

*She looks him straight in the eye* Please Geoff, please

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Out of the corner of her eye, through the storefront glass, Shane sees a man walking slowly up the street. Wondering what the hell anyone could be doing outside on a night like this, she's reluctantly distracted from her concern about Rogue.

She walks over to the door and watches as a pair of wings unfold from the man's back. Her eyes dart in the direction of where the man is looking and she sees long shadows cast on the street that make her blood run like ice water.

"It's starting," she whispers numbly.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

When who will be here? Paige, what's going on?

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

((ooc: as of right now, Deb and threeweapons are both out of the shop, leaving Shane by herself))

Shane watches as Paige take Geoff's hand and blinks as the two of them disappear in a wink of blue light. Tell her hi for me... she thinks sadly , scrubbing a hand over her face.

Turning back to the door, Shane locks it and, resting her hands on the frame, she bows her head.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

*Just as Paige and Geoff shimmer away into the ether, the door to the cafe bursts open, as if a strong wind is blowing. A glowing, winged figure carrying a sword stands in the doorway. He draws a breath and looks around the shop.*

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Standing behind the counter, Shane's brow slowly arches. "Uhh, sorry, we're closed," she murmurs evenly.

[a-phale.livejournal.com]

*The figure gives Shane an odd look, and then smiles at her.* I'm not a customer, Miss McCutcheon. It isn't safe here, and you should come with me.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Shane swipes her cellphone, her cigarettes and her lighter from the counter, the matching silver bracelets on her wrists (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/81701.html?thread=2205221#t2205221) giving off an unmistakeable glow. She shakes a cigarette from her pack and lights it. Just go with the flow.. "Lead the way, man," she says calmly.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb furls her umbrella as she comes closer to the Dive. She's got a couple jars of mayo from the Emporium in her hand.

The lurching figures coming toward her on the street moved just like... the mayo crashed to the sidewalk unheeded when the flash of lightening illumined the long dead face in front of her.

"Carl!"

She dashed into the Dive, locked the door, and upended several tables, not caring about the flatware or the salt shakers.

"CARRRL!"

His reassuring voice comes from upstairs. The sawed off shotgun is still under the bar and she grabs it, hearing the steady fire of his service pistol.

She locks the doors to the upstairs, barricades it with a couple tables she's dragged in and goes up to help him out with her shotgun.