fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, March 2

The kitchen staff was kind of afraid of Yitzhak today -- he'd come in to open the diner wearing a long, kind of wild blonde wig, a black velvet dress with a flowy skirt that looked really good when he twirled, and a tambourine.

So it wasn't really surprising that today's theme was Fleetwood Mac, was it?

Today's Specials
"Second Hand News" Hash Browns
"The Chain" . . . of Sausages
"Sisters of the Moo" Milkshakes
"Seven Wonders" Appetizer Platter
(Fries, Onion Rings, Mozzarella Sticks, Mini-Quiche, Chicken Strips, Cocktail Shrimp, and Potato Skins.
The real wonder is if you'll be able to eat anything else afterward.)
"I Don't Wanna Know" Mystery Meat

It was the last one that really got the kitchen staff's dander up . . . especially the morning cook, who took it upon himself to play Lindsey Buckingham to Yitzhak's Stevie Nicks. Which probably explained why, if you peeked behind the counter and into the kitchen, it bore a striking resemblance to the stage during the Rumours tour. And why frequent outbursts of "Chaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiins keep us together!" and "You can go your own waaaaaaaaaaaay!" could probably be heard out on the street.

Too bad Yitzhak couldn't fit a full marching band into the diner; he always did do a really good rendition of "Tusk."

Luke's is open, and full of replicated band drama.

[OOC: No OCD today -- my decision to go with the FM theme was enabled by

blessed_twice. I claim full responsibility for the bad puns, though.]

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Still no Walter, but it was a rather surprisingly nice day out, so Nadia wandered into town.

And then into Luke's.

She had to investigate if this Yitzhak was the Yitzhak she thought he was.

Well, Nadia was going to have to wait a minute or so until Yitzhak was finished with a particularly vampalicious number.

"You could be my silver spring, my blue-green colors flashing . . ."

Twirling around in circles with the tambourine over his head, skirts billowing out around him, he finally slowed to a stop and raised an inquiring eyebrow at her.

Nadia applauded. "Hi! That was very good."

Definitely the Yitzhak she thought it was. Soon she would commence the bouncing.

Yitzhak nodded -- possibly, subtly, in the direction of the tip jar by the cash register, and accentuated by a quick jingle of the tambourine. But there was definitely a note of appreciation in it; he always liked it when people applauded for him.

Nadia got the hint and dropped a tip into the jar. "You're Yitzhak, right? You were in the Angry Inch?"

The clink of money in the tip jar made Yitzhak feel kindly disposed enough toward her to actually say, "Yes. Was," with a defiant little flip of his wig.

Nadia grinned. "You were awesome. My old boss loved Hedwig, but I always thought you were the best."

If Nadia kept this up, she might achieve the almost-unthinkable and get Yitzhak to give her food on the house. Finally, a fan with some sense. The hell with Hedwig and the band; getting squeed at while working in a diner beat the hell out of playing the 9th Stage at Menses Fair in the rain any day.

And yes, he was preening a little, although he did take a break long enough to give the Lindsey Buckingham-wannabe chef a scathing glare. Stevie Nicks would be so proud.

Nadia was, of course, being completely honest. "You have a much better voice, for one thing. Taking a break from the music business?"

You could say that, Yitzhak's shrug seemed to say. There was a hint of a smug grin twitching at one corner of his mouth. But lest she think he was giving up on music entirely, he shook the tambourine again.

"Well, I'm glad you're still practicing. You should perform at Caritas, some time."

[ooc: LJ apparently exploded on me and did not post this earlier. *growls at LJ*]

Yitzhak smirked a little at that. One of these days, he was going to put the fear of God into that zombie band, oh yes.

He nodded and flipped an extremely rude gesture at the cook, with a look that said Don't think I don't know you're giving me a death glare back there! "I might."

"Awesome. You'll have to let me know when, so I can come watch."

Yitzhak gave her a thumbs-up and glanced toward the menu board. If she wanted food? She was totally getting it on the house, now.

Nadia felt a bit awkward asking for food from someone like Yitzhak, but felt even more awkward about coming in just to fangirl. "Could I get a coffee and a slice of pie, maybe?"

Yitzhak nodded and shook his tambourine at one of the servers -- who was playing the role of Mick Fleetwood in today's show -- who immediately scurried back to the coffee machine to fill a mug. Since Nadia hadn't specified, and Yitzhak hadn't bothered to ask, he got her a slice of apple pie. It was basic stuff; he left the fancy pies to Jeff's.

Apple pie was just fine for Nadia, and she admired the efficiency with which Yitzhak worked, seldom even opening his mouth.

Really, Yitzhak and Chad must have something going, here, with their whole silence thing. She'd have to try it, sometime.

The silence thing had a strategic purpose. It made the few times you did talk that much more effective.

Yitzhak handed the pie and coffee over to Nadia, fielded a paint-blistering look from the cook, and rolled his eyes.

"Bitch," he said clearly in the direction of the kitchen, then pretended to be looking outside when the cook glared at him.

Nadia raised her eyebrows and glanced at the cook. "Tried cutting off her finger?"

Yitzhak wrinkled his nose to show what he thought of that idea. Too messy, although it was tempting. What he was really hoping to do was goad one of the staff into cutting off their own finger, one of these days.

"It was mostly an accident," Nadia continued. "But it really helped when I had to work at Cafe Fina and one of the chefs kept going on and on about vegetable rights."

It had never occurred to Yitzhak that vegetables might have rights. But then he'd never heard the screams of the vegetables watching their skins being peeled. That might be because he already had hearing issues from hanging around too many loud amps for too long; on the other hand, it could be a moot point because he wouldn't care anyway.

He gave Nadia a sly grin of tacit approval.

Nadia grinned back and started into her pie.

Yitzhak rocked.

Luke's Diner, March 2

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