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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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Cher had spent her morning on the phone and decided she needed to get out before she went insane. So instead, she and her briefcase wandered down to town to- oh, hey, Luke's was still here.

She stepped inside, ready to set herself up at a table to go over the notes from the deposition again. You could never be too prepared, you know.

A.J. looked around again; nope. Still no employees going over to take that woman's order. Might as well, not like he had anything better to do and it was kind of fun to relive the days at the dinner anyway. "Hey," he hopped over a little to greet her, whipping out a little order pad. "What can I get ya?"

Okay, so maybe he felt a little awkward considering he was way too old to be a counter jockey.

Forget the fact that he was still pretty much doing it between shows.

"Sure, can I just have a... hm. Do burgers kill you this week or are they actually good for your heart again?" she asked, before looking up at him. He looked pretty much the exact same. "Oh my god, A.J.?"

A.J.'s eyes shifted a little bit as if to try to hide the smirk coming onto his face that he would be recognizable (which, hey, also meant that this very pretty woman knew him and he probably knew her, too), and claimed, "Aw, man, you saw through my clever disguise!" He bit his lip, head tilting as he looked back at her and...man, he wasn't quite so good at this. He narrowed it down to two possibilities, but didn't want to say one for the fifty percent chance of getting it wrong.

"It's me, Cher!" she said, because of course everyone should remember her and she was going to pretend that was so. "Seriously, look at you! You're still all cute!"

"Of course I am!" A.J. laughed, although there was some blushing going on behind his blush. And then he stepped back, opening up his arms a little as though that helped him appreciate the view as he gave Cher another look. "And look at you! You look amazing!"

"Of course!" said Cher, always modest and still grinning. "Thank you! So what have you been up to all this time?"

"Not much," A.J. said with a shrug. "M'in New York, just trying to get my work out there, you know? How about you? Is that a briefcase I see?"

"Duh," she said, patting the case. "I'm totally a lawyer now and stuff. Had to get all respectable when Daddy put so much money into school, you know?"

"Totally and stuff?" A.J. smirked, which built up into a chuckle. "You don't, like, totally go into court like that, do you?"

"Of course not. I have to put on my lawyer face for that," she said, clearing her throat and making her face very serious. "'These claims are completely erroneous, Your Honor. My client was nowhere near that motel room so she couldn't have cheated on her husband because she was busy giving soup to the homeless.'"

She smiled again. "But I don't think anyone actually talks like that in real life. So you're getting your art out there? Anywhere I'd know?"

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