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Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 11/28 ]

A.J. really hadn't been doing much in the past few days. He saw no point in changing that now, idly working behind the counter between sketches. But at least he was doing something, right? And he did have a lot of fun with the board today; there was something...Zen in knowing the impermanence of artwork like that, you know. Or something.

The Parenthetical Persistence of Melancholy in Blue.

Luke's is open.

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He's there! Yay!

Annette came in around lunch time. "Hi!"

"Hey, Annette!" A.J. beamed a little, lifting his hand in a wave as he spotted her ~~and read the thread, omg, about the healing, hay there edit!~~. "What's up?"

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"Hi!" she repeated cause she was cheery and in a great mood. Yes, thanks to Ino's healing. "I wanted to come by because I'm super starving and see if I could con you into having lunch with me."

"Lu-unch?" A.J. frowned, wrinkling up his nose, whining teasily. "With you? Uhhh, that'd be terrible...."

Annette pouted. Teasing yes. But it was still a pout dammit.

Yeah, to the pout master. A.J. wasn't buying it, but he did allow a slight grin. "You're going to have to con better than that," he warned her.

She looked up. "Oh yeah?" He shouldn't have said that. Really. Cause Annette was in a good mood and... she went to reach for his shirtfront to pull him close, face to face, nose to nose. Then she demanded, "HAVELUNCHWITHME!"

The urge to laugh at Annette trying to manhandle him (although she'd find that it was pretty easy) was difficult, but A.J. miraculously got out with only a chuckle and a grin. "OKAY," he said in a demanding voice back.

She bounced and let go of him, grinning. "Good. I got lots to tell you and we need to catch up since we slept together." What? They had to totally make fun of it right?

If A.J. had been drinking something at that moment, it would have ended up all over Annette's face. As it was, he still made a small, choking sort of cough, his face turning a bit red. "We...!" he was about to argue, then blinked, and coughed again, straightening as if the liquid-less spit-take had never happened. "You...you know, Annette," he said, his voice betraying his attempts to sound unfazed and important, "technically speaking, we haven't done that yet."

"Yeah, I know it but geeze, A.J. I remember it even if you don't," she said, twirling a strand of her hair and looking around. She was trying not to stare at his blushing cheeks. Hadn't she just mentioned his blushing to Ino this morning? Yes... yes she did.

"Uhhh, so... lunch?"

The fact that A.J. remembered...remembered it well...was exactly the problem. And just as she had been trying to avoid his blushing, he was trying to avoid watching her finger through her hair. And probably failing, until he blinked, and shook his head.

"Right. Lunch. Wanna just grab something here, or should I take a break and we can hop over elsewhere? But we are already kind of at the best place to have lunch in this town."

Oh Annette remembered everything. Every tiny detail. Every stroke of limb, every caress of tongue...

She coughed. She mentioned lunch right?

"Here is perfect. Want to put in our orders then find a table to sit and chat at?"

"Sounds good," A.J. nodded, eager (although, admittedly, only for the sake of, you know, comfort) to move from sex to lunch, reaching for an order pad. "What can we get you today?"

"I want a cheeseburger, fries, and a root beer float," she said, leaning her arms on the counter to watch him write. "I have cheerleading practice later. I'll totally work it off."

A.J. carefully scribed it all down and spoke while he added his own order to the bill. He ordered the special. Just to be annoying to the kitchen staff. "Not the kind of food I'd want to eat before cheerleading practice," he admitted. "But, then again, maybe that's why I'm not a cheerleader."

"It won't bother me, trust me," she said like she's done it plenty of times. "Come on, let's get a table, I have to tell you some stuff."

"I'm coming, I'm coming," A.J. said, shaking his head at her impatience with a laugh while passing the bill over and telling them which table to bring it out to. He then promptly hopped over the counter and made a gesture with his arm to indicate the room of almost entirely empty ~~yay NPC diners~~ room. "Ladies' choice."

Annette picked a nice nifty neat booth in the corner of the diner. Sliding in, she folded her hands atop the table and grinned at A.J. "This is nice, isn't it? Having lunch together. Kind of reminds me when we had pizza that night."

"That one night?" A.J. asked. "With the dancing and signing and, God, we're dorks."

"Don't you dare try to tell me you didn't have fun!" she laughed. "You were on the table writhing and carrying on and it was a blast!"

"Yeah, you liked it," A.J. said, although his teasing faced a little interference because of slight blushing due to thoughts of writhing and....stuff. "But you said we had stuff to talk about? I'm going to assume you didn't just mean remenicing about how awesome my dancing is."

I drew that while waiting for my interviewer. Thankfully, I was able to tuck it away before she asked, because I don't know how I'd explain it.

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