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Luke's Diner; Sunday [ 11/18 ]

Hey, it was Sunday. He was here in Fandom again, so why not swing by the old dig that added to the long line of counter-jockeying that A.J. would spend his life doing waiting for his works to really pick up? Mosey on down, hop behind the counter and see what's changed in the last couple of decades.

...Which, apparently, wasn't much at all. "Huh," A.J. commented, looking around, and then...

"Oooh, special's board." Delightfully blank and waiting. Time to get to work.

Luke's is open.

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"Been twenty years," A.J. said, a little slowly because it was weird that Beauty would be here and not know that. "Troy and I just came in last night; we're both in New York now. Different ones, but we go back and forth a lot, him to my art shows, me to his plays..." He shrugged, leaving the other things unsaid. "What've you been up to?"

Beauty shook her head. "I don't know. The last I remember was everyone sick in the clinic. Here. I don't even remember ever leaving."

She frowned for a moment, and then sighed and gave A.J. a wry smile. "Something must have happened to my memory, I guess. I honestly woke up this morning thinking I was sixteen, and that it was just another Sunday at Fandom High. So I'm not sure I've got anything I can tell you at the moment. You could tell me about everything you've been doing, though?"

Glancing over A.J.'s shoulder for a moment, a mischievous look crept into Beauty's eyes. "You are going to make me a milkshake, aren't you?"

"I wouldn't have let you leave until I did," A.J. commented with a grin. "I just hope I still got it in me. And, really, there hasn't been much." He shrugged. "New York's good to me, but none of my work's really been picking up. Yet. It will. I just gotta get the...timing right."

"You will," Beauty said, with certainty in her voice, as she leaned her arms on the counter. "Your work is beautiful. Do you like New York? What kind of place is it?"

"Big city," A.J. grinned wryly and, hey, look. All the stuff was still in the exact same place. "And you know me, shameless city boy. Sounds like you're feeling a little displaced, so asking what you've been up to won't be much good, huh?"

"I miss the city," Beauty admitted. "And you're right, I really don't know what I could tell you. It's...kind of disconcerting, actually. If it keeps up, I suppose I'll have to go to the clinic. But maybe something will happen to bring it all back."

She craned her neck a little to watch what A.J. was doing. "You do remember how to run that machine, right?" she teased.

"Oh, please," A.J. snorted. "It's like riding a bike." Or, after thinking that maybe Beauty still hadn't encountered a bike, he added, importantly, "Or a horse."

Or perhaps he knew he wouldn't have forgotten because he was still a service industry bitch. Not that Beauty needed to know that, of course.

"Have you learned how to ride?" Beauty asked excitedly, her eyes lighting up a bit. "I do remember that we went riding once. Maybe...more than once, although I can't recall now."

That was really annoying, and she wondered if some magic had been done to her, before sending her back, so that she wouldn't be able to talk about the Beast and whatever life was like with him.

At some point, it would probably sink in that Beauty was not, in fact, twenty years older. But apparently not for a while yet.

"Uh, well...." A.J. bit his lip guiltily. "I really haven't....done much, 'cept for what we did. No one else I know has a big giant horse."

Beauty laughed, and reached over the counter to squeeze A.J.'s elbow. "There's probably not much of a place to ride around in the big city anyway, right? I can't remember if I've got a horse with me or not, but if I do and you're around for a while, we could try and go for a ride before you leave."

"You, my dear," A.J. pronounced, holding a cup in the same hand that was pointing an accusing finger at her, "have a ridiculously one track mind."

"So I haven't changed all that much then?" Beauty replied with a cheeky grin. "But you haven't hardly told me anything, A.J. What about a family? Or...have you done anything really interesting?"

She hesitated, and added in a softer voice, "Were we able to write?"

"Everything...I do is interesting?" A.J. said, in a way that made him sound like maybe, just maybe, he really wasn't sure, because if it was, he'd be selling some damn work by now. But a smile came easily, although a little confused, at that last question. "Of course we were, Beauty...As much as possible. Which isn't....much, but...yeah, definitely not much. Don't get to talk to you as much as I'd nearly like, but seeing you now is...really, really nice, Beauty..."

Really, really, really nice...

Beauty blushed a little, still working on wrapping her head around everyone being twenty years older, and smiled at A.J. "It's so strange, it feels like I only saw you a few days ago. Except that you were a lot younger then."

The more she was around him, though, the more he became like the A.J. she knew. "I'll try and write more. Maybe...sometime I might even be able to manage a visit to your city or something. See some of the artwork you've been doing lately."

"Maybe we could work it out," A.J. offered, "that you could come see one of Troy's shows, too."

"Oh, I'd like that, A.J.! We'll work it out somehow," Beauty said, with another one of those very definite nods. She really wanted to invite him to come and visit her, except that even without any memory of what her life was like, she was pretty sure visitors from outside were not a part of it.

"How did you end up working here today, anyway?" she asked.

A.J. snorted. "I just came in, man," he admitted, shrugging. "It just felt like the thing to do."

"It's because you missed inventing milkshakes for people," Beauty teased. "And you knew I'd be coming by for one."

A.J.'s head tilted as he looked over toward Beauty. "...That's deep."

Beauty raised her eyebrows at him. "Well, you did say that I have a one track mind. I'm in Fandom, it's A.J.'s shift at the diner, where else would I be?"

[ooc: Off to bed for me!]

"That's a good point," A.J. nodded. "Fine, then. You're right. You're not deep."

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