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Luke's Diner, Saturday

Jude might have seen a totally legal, honest he swears, copy of that new movie. He might be reenacting bits of it with crullers and kebab sticks.

Today's Specials

This is Spandonis
Hot Gates Beef Sandwich
Tonight We Dine in Hello Dolly Squares

Diner is open.

[[It's almost April already? *flail!* OCD coming, don't know how much I'll be around, mod your server.]]

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Or possibly steal his virginal hair, whatever.

Isobel came into the diner. And smiled at the boy behind the counter. "Hello, Jude," she said. "How are you today?"

"Heeeeeey, Lana-bra," Jude greeted with his usually mellow drawl. "Totally sweet today. You?"

"Quite good," Isobel replied. She tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "Your hair looks even more soft than usual. Could I?" She extended a hand hopefully.

"Totally," Jude agreed, used to being petted by, well, Caitlin. He leaned over to let her feel. "It's the LUSH. I like the satsuma stuff."

Isobel nodded and stroked along his hair, wondering if he was someone else she might toy with,but satisfied herself - for the moment at least - with deftly plucking out a strand of his hair.

Jude winced. "Ow. Your hand musta got caught or something."

"What?" Isobel asked, pretending to be surprised. She glanced down at her hand. Virgin. Yes! "Oh, my, I did. I'm so sorry about that. I don't know how it happened. Beautiful hair, though!"

"'S no problem," he said, forgetting it already. "And thanks." He was trying not to preen.

"Well, it was lovely seeing you," Isobel said as she turned towards the door.

"Catch ya later, bra!"

Yep, clueless thy name is Jude.

But not a Booth. Unless you want to. ~~Or are Stephen Fry.~~

Deadpool was there. Not being creepy or threatening at all. Really. Just calmly reading the latest issue of Guns & Ammo and wondering which automatic rifle would be best to kill teenage boys with.

Jude was trying really, really hard not to notice him.

A less observant person - say, one that hadn't spent a month or two travelling around with Auron - might have bounced into the diner, headed straight for the way-awesome boyfriend, and greeted him in an enthusiastic sort of manner.

Someone who had dealt with Auron for a couple of months would probably find themselves occasionally casing a room without realizing they were doing it. Which would come in handy now and again.

Rikku waved politely to Jude from a safe distance before sliding into the empty side of her mentor's booth. "'Guns and Ammo'?"

Deadpool put the magazine down and grinned at her. "It's about weapons. You'd like it."

"Ooooh, lemme see!" Rikku glanced at the cover with a bounce, forgetting her original purpose. "Just guns? Why not knives, too?"

He pushed the magazine over toward her, completely not looking anywhere near Jude in any way that could be considered threatening.

The fact that he was there did enough of that.

"Because there are other magazines about knives. And swords. And quit possibly knife-swords."

Rikku opened it and started flipping through. "Do you have those magazines? Do they have claws in them? I guess I don't need any if I have mine, but still, it's nice to look, isn't it?" She sighed a bit. "They're so pretty."

And then looked up at him suspiciously. "Hey. This isn't very nice, you know."

Deadpool looked as innocent as humanly possible for a man in a mask that was armed to the teeth every day. And killed people for a living.

It wasn't working so he tried puppy eyes instead.

"I'm just reading a magazine!"

Rikku folded her arms. "No threatening the Jude. You promised."

"I'm not threatening anyone," Deadpool protested. "I just came in to read and maybe get some food, not my fault he's working today."

Rikku rolled her eyes. "Yeah, total coincidence! I believe that. Me too. I mean, I had no idea he'd be here. I just wanted some kebabs."

Deadpool perked up and looked over at Jude. "They have kebabs here? Why was I not aware of this delicious fact?"

"Dude, he makes excellent kebabs. We had a stack for the hockey game that you totally acted like was something else on the radio but it was just a game, honest, and they were awesome."

"See? This is why you should be nice and not all stabby." Tolerance by way of yummy meatsticks.

Meatsticks was a fun and totally not heterosexual word.

"Maybe."

Rikku bounced up to the counter and grinned at Jude. "Hey! You totally need to hook us up with some kebabs. Oooh, maybe a couple of milkshakes, too."

She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Sorry I can't, uh, gecc oui."

"Kebabs and milkshakes to save me from your mentor dude, gotcha," he said with a small, slightly nervous smile. "Totally okay. Later."

"Did you just call me a gecko?" Deadpool asked from the booth.

What? Evil mercenary! He had some mad skills with a z.

Which was why she'd switched to Al Bhed in the first place. Just in case.

"Yes, I said you're a stupid gecko who doesn't deserve any of his tasty kebabs." She stopped herself abruptly. "Whoa, that sounds really bad."

"Yes, yes it does. Have you been hanging out with Door? Because, no matter what she says, I can assure you that there will be no boykissy with me and any students in the near future."

So much work! I thought I was almost done for the semester! Damn you Gaelic and your GPA-destroying powers!

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