Luke's Diner, Friday, January 16

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Yitzhak wasn't in the diner today; something about a disaster with his wig closet. The kitchen staff, fed up with his constant dirty looks and muttered insults behind their backs, was taking advantage of this to do things their way.

This meant that today's theme was bluegrass music.

Today's Specials
"Cluck Old Hen" Fried Chicken
"Black Eyed Susie"'s Black-Eyed Peas
"Garden in the Sky" Salad
"Keep My Skillet Good and Greasy" Breakfast Platter
(Three eggs, three strips of bacon, three sausage links, three pancakes)
"Pig in a Pen" Porkchops
"Rocky Top" Corn
(From a jar.)

Luke's is open, but the manager isn't here. The kitchen staff, however, is smirking fit to kill.

[OOC: Mod thyself an NPC server, as I'll be in transit all day. *mwah*]

Comments

[getfrizzled.livejournal.com]

Ms Frizzle strode briskly into the diner with her hands in her coat pockets - no one really knew where one bought a coat to match a dress covered in atomic models, especially one that flared out to appropriately accomodate her skirt - and turned to smile at her companion. "Here we are!"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Byron looked around, what a quaint little place.

"I don't think I've had the pleasure of eating here yet."

[getfrizzled.livejournal.com]

"Neither have I!" she chirped. "But I think Liz might have!"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Shall we sit at a booth or the counter?"

[getfrizzled.livejournal.com]

"Hmm . . ." she rocked on the balls of her feet for a moment before flouncing towards a booth. "I'm a little too short to be entirely comfortable at the counter!"

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Byron followed her to a booth and sat down. Not long after a gum snapping waitress with hair so big she could probably hide about 30 pencils up there sauntered up to take their drink orders.

Orpheus tries to order a birch beer. The waitress looks at him like he has eyes on stalks.

Which he doesn't.

And hasn't for quite some time now thank you.

[getfrizzled.livejournal.com]

The Friz hid a giggle behind her menu.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

"Alright then.. I'll have a Moxie."

The waitress has no idea what that is.

Le sigh.

[getfrizzled.livejournal.com]

She was now giggling too hard to actually order.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack was tired and sore (again, and most of him thought that schtick was getting pretty old, his shoulder with the hole in it being the only hold out) and hungry for the first time in days.

He'd successfully completed his self appointed task of acquiring flowers for Sam (http://www.aboutflowers.com/designlibrary/images/CORSAGE1_copy.JPG) and Cedric (http://www.espositogardencenter.com/images/cors3.jpg), in case the dance thing was a go - blaming the drugs Izzy had made him keep taking for the impulse - and he set them carefully on the table as he started flicking through the menu.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie had been in picking up books that had come in the mail, and was happily reading her way in the door when she spotted Jack. She tried to tiptoe over to him, but the armful of books made the impossible.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack grinned as he noticed Evie trying to tiptoe up on him, and made a show of being engrossed in studying the menu, pretending he didn't see her.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie leaned over, and tried not to drop her books as she sneaked and arm around to cover Jack's eyes. "Guess who!" she growled, trying to be threatening.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Not laughing, even though he wanted to, he said, "I can't guess! I'm too paralysed by fear to think. But whoever you are, don't hurt me. I promise I'll make it worth your while!"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Gigggling madly, Evie dropped down into the seat across from him, two books sliding to the floor. "Oh, drat! You knew all along, didn't you?" she accused, not looking put out one bit. Then she frowned even more severely, seeing the sling on his arm. "What on Earth did you do to yourself?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"No, I had no idea," he protested, but his grin made a liar out of him. "That's just my standard response to potential danger." He glanced over at his shoulder, glared at the sling, and sighed. "I got harpooned - because I was an idiot, before you ask - but it's getting better! The sling's just so I don't move my arm too much and make the hole in my shoulder worse."

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Ah!" Evie looked outraged and worried, and leaned over to pat his arm very gently. "You poor silly man! Tea! You need tea! Are they giving you nice painkillers? And were you whaling? Who uses a harpoon in this century, honestly! When did this happen?" She put her hands on her hips and gave him another severe look. "Really, Jack."

Evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

As the majority of the students made their way to Town Hall for the dance, Molly and Ray headed to Luke's for dinner instead.

Rushing in to escape the cold, Molly waited for Ray to catch up.

Re: Evening

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

"It's not that cold," Ray said, walking in behind her.

Re: Evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Is too," Molly said, continuing to huddle inside her coat until they got further into the diner. "I could see my breath and everything."

Re: Evening

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

"I've seen colder," Ray said, grabbing them a table in a corner.

Re: Evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly shuddered at the thought. She pulled off her scarf and gloves as she sat down, but left her jacket on for a bit longer. "I can't wait for spring," she said with a sigh. "I want to ride my bike again."

Re: Evening

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

"You can't ride it now?"

Re: Evening

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"I could, I suppose" she said. "It's just so cold! My fingers get stiff."

Re: Evening

[the-right-ray.livejournal.com]

"Wear mittens," Ray said, smiling.