Sunday Specials

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard reads

Sunday Dinner Special:
All dinners come with green beans and rolls

Fried Chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, sweet potato casserole

Roasted chicken, baked potato, salad

Fruit plate with yogurt


Dessert:
New York cheesecake
Key lime pie
Blackberry pie
Chocolate chip ice cream sandwiches

Comments

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam, sweaty and exhausted from her run around campus and into town, stops in front of the chalkboard. She ponders the fruit plate, then grins. She might as well enjoy the benefits of her teenage metabolism while she's still got it.

She walks in the door. She's not quite dressed for eating in a restaurant, but the smells are so enticing that she knows she's not going anywhere until she eats something that's really, really, really bad for her.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Hi, sweetie. What can I get you this evening? The chicken's really good.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

She grins widely at the vivacious woman. "That's just what I was thinking, actually. I'll have the fried chicken and an extremely large glass of ice water, please."

She glances around. "This is a really cute place. Is it yours?"

((OOC: Neither Sam nor her mun know *anything* about QaF, tho' the mun did live in the 'burg for a few years. Just a warning.))

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

All mine, honey. I'm Deb. Let me get this to the kitchen.

*comes back with a quart-sized glass of ice-water.*

We run dinner every day, the bakery does take-out orders and the vintage shop is stocked for Homecoming.

You got a date yet? I got a real pretty blue dress from 84 that would be just your size.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam gulps at the water. She still hasn't quite adjusted to the humidity and warmth this late in the season--it's very different from Colorado Springs.

She puts the glass down on the table. It's about half full at this point. She takes a napkin and wipes her mouth, then laughs at herself and the situation she's in. "Actually, I'm not sure if I have a date yet. I do have a dress picked out, but it's not from the eighties. Do you think that's going to be a problem?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

*refills glass*

*laughs*

I never saw a dance yet where everyone stuck to the theme. Except White Parties, but they don't count.

But if there are still girls looking, you tell them I got. Twenty different dresses, guaranteed no later than 88.

There's your chicken.

*delivers and leaves check*

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam smiles after the waitress, who has managed to calm at least one of her fears about this stupid dance thing. She takes a bite of the chicken and closes her eyes in bliss.

This is definitely a meal to be savored, plus it tastes ten times more like chicken than whatever chicken the Swedish guy serves in the cafeteria.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky walks in, and takes a glance at the menu board.

She addresses the kind-looking woman. "Hi, yeah, can I get two of the roasted chicken things, and two ice cream sandwiches?"

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Hi honey.

Is that for here or to go?
You need anything to drink?

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Um, t'go," Becky says, glancing over her shoulder at Miho out in the street. "And...nah, I think we're okay without drinks. Thanks, though."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

$14.90, honey.

*hands her two bags, one paper with styrofoam containers, the other insulated*

*whispers*

Eat the ice cream first, before it melts.

*smile*

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky hands her the money, and gives the nice woman her sweetest, most innocent smile. The one she usually reserves for the men who pick her because she looks like the little dolls their little sister or daughter plays with.

"Thanks, and we will."

[deadly_little]

Miho stands behind Becky and studies the woman in charge.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky turns around to find Miho standing there. She gasps, and reels back.

"Jesus, I always forget how quiet you are. Anyway, I got us somethin' t'eat. Wanna take it back outside, or what?" she asks, aware of how the few occupants of the diner are looking at them.

[swerval_zero]

Miho smirks at Becky, then abruptly pivots on her heel and heads back out the door.