Tuesday Specials at Deb's

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

The Chalkboard--with cheery little Italian flags stuck in the corners--reads:

Tuesday's Specials

Three Meat Lasagna, green salad, garlic bread

Pasta Primavera, green salad, garlic bread

Herbed chicken breast, steamed Italian vegetables


Bakery:
Chocolate Meringue Pie
Apple Pie
Coconut Cake
Peanut Butter cookies

Comments

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

*comes in looking tired tonight*

*takes a seat at a table, pulling out a large folder full of legal documents*

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Frank. What'll it be tonight?" Deb sets out the water glass and silverware.

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Hi Deb, good to see you again.

Decaf, and the chicken and steamed vegtables, please?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus came in and made a beeline for the counter. He waited patiently for someone to notice him.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey. What can I get you tonight?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Some kind of hand held dessert to go," Angelus said. "Club meeting."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff wanders in about an hour after opening. He looks tired. Giving Deb a somewhat nervous smile, he walks up to the counter.

"Evening, Deb."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey, have a good trip? What do you want tonight? The lasagna's good."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

"That sounds nice, Deb. Thank you." He stands looking at the countertop for a moment. "I want to apologize for leaving you hanging the way I did."

[phases-of-kitty.livejournal.com]

Kitty enters with her Quantum Physics notebook in her hand and Lockheed on her shoulder. She sits down in a booth, flips to the back of the notebook and starts working on a sketch that faintly resembles plans for a small robot - with long floppy ears and buck teeth.

::Lockheed perches on the back of the booth and looks around the diner sleepily.::

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi hon. What'll it be for you tonight?" Deb stretches out one hand and lets Lockheed sniff her.

[phases-of-kitty.livejournal.com]

::Lockheed stretches out his head for Deb to scratch behind his ear.::

"May I please have the Pasta Primavera for me, and can I get the chicken breast for Lockheed, skip the veggies?" asks Kitty.

[cyloninmyhead.livejournal.com]

Gaius entered the diner and looked around for Kitty. Spotting her, he headed for her table. "Hello, Kitty," he said, taking a seat. He peered a little nervously at Lockheed.

[azurejedi.livejournal.com]

A blue skinned Twi'lek walks in, obviously new here based on the way she looks around. She finds an empty table and sits down, unsure as what to do next.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

Deb doesn't even flinch at the blue girl with tentacles on her head. After all, Medusa did her henna work. "Hi. I'm Deb. What can I bring you to eat this evening?"

[lady-jessica-bg.livejournal.com]

Jessica walks in. "Peanut butter cookies, please."

(ooc: am eating them IRL and they are sooo good...)

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Just a serving, or would you like a dozen to go?"

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Deb," Shane say as she steps inside the shop, pulling her sunglasses off. "I'm so sorry I'm late. I had to see somebody."

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Baby. No problem. We've been kind of busy, but you can take right over. Just keep Frank's coffee full and don't bother him. And I think all the other orders are up."

[bens-mikey.livejournal.com]

Michael enters the diner alone. His hands are in his jacket pockets, and his shoulders are slumped. His chin is tipped downward, and his gaze for the most part is at his shoes -- except for the glances he makes upward to see if his mother has noticed his presence yet. He wouldn't interrupt her while she's working, but he needs to have a word with her. He leans on the counter, absent-mindedly rubbing at an old stain while he waits.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi Sweetie." She pats him on the cheek. "Shane's got the tables. What can I get you?"

[frank-apple.livejournal.com]

Deb, could I get some chicken soup to go, if you have any? Bagoas is sick at home, and I promised Id bring him home something.

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing." Deb vanishes into the kitchen and reappears in a few minutes with a quart container of steaming soup, and a wax paper tube of crackers and a six pack of Vernor's ginger ale. She bags this all up. "That's $10 for everything. You tell him to get well soon. We miss his sweet face."

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Krycek walks in and takes a booth, sliding in with a sigh to wait for his partner-in-crime (the non-shapeshifting one).

[pflag-mom-deb.livejournal.com]

"Hi honey. You ready, or are you meeting someone?"