fandomtownies | Luke's Diner; Wednesday [ 01/30 ]

Make him feel like he's actually doing some work or something here.

Annette came in for lunch. Or something. "Hey!"

"Hey, you!" A.J. greeted Annette back with a grin. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just hungry and I knew you were working, so here I am!" she said, leaning her forearms across the counter. "What you working on there?"

A.J. shrugged a bit, giving the sketch a look before setting it aside. "Not much," he admitted. "Just some technique studies. Shading and things like that. What can I get you?"

"Ah, wish I could draw," she said though wouldn't mention her failed attempt at her girl. "Ummm, suggest something. But it has to be good. Really good. Like I'm so hungry this is perfect good."

"Burger's usually good," A.J. offered, possibly because that's what he was thinking might hit the spot for him for lunch. "Of course, a milkshake. Maybe some fries?"

He added, with a smirk, "I think you're a very good drawer, Annette."

"Yes! I want cheese on it," she was so predictable, really. "Will you join me?"

She laughed. "Yes, thank you, A.J."

"Your work," A.J. said, snagging the order pad to do the usual writing down of things, "is just very...well, it invokes..." He paused to list some toppings, wondering if she'd like them as well. Lettuce, onion, tomato, mustard, ketchup? and continued, "...a sort of...natural, primitive type of...expression. Simple, but poignant. What flavor milkshake?"

"No mustard on mine," she said, looking down as he wrote. But his explanation of her drawing really, truly surprised her. "That's... wow. I'm impressed you see all of that in what I did, A.J. The lines were simple, I know it looked so elementary, especially compared to what you do. But... wow, thank you. Chocolate, please."

Well, he was, of course, mostly just making up typical art critic bullshit, but Annette didn't need to know that. "And chocolate," he finished the order, looked it over and then shouted at the kitchen boys for attention so he could hand it over to them. He turned back to Annette with a grin, moving toward the milkshake stuff. "And, besides, Annette, there's art in everything, it's just about finding it, y'know? These milkshakes? Just as much masterpieces, only they're not as long lasting as my paintings, y'know?"

No, she didn't. She thought he was way cool in his assessment of her artwork. Annette giggled. "There is art in the milkshake, A.J.? Do tell."

"Well," A.J. said, talking as he worked, scooping ice cream into the blender, "it's about balance and composition, right, just like in a drawing. Can't have too much shading, have to keep placement in mind, can't overcrowd the picture. Can't have too much ice cream or not enough milk, or not blend it enough. Lots of different kinds of art. Drawing, painting, dancing, milkshake making, horseback riding," pause, with a slightly scandalous lift of his eyebrow, "lovemaking." Not that he'd been doing much of that lately, but he figured it was a cool thing to say. "Art in everything, Annette. Everything."

And, of once, he actually finished what he was saying before turning on the blender.

And Annette had to wait until he turned off the blender before she could respond back, though the time did allow for her to think about what he said. "I see now. There are several different dances I know and yeah, they can be considered art. When done right, they're beautiful. Horseback riding also. It's amazing how you feel when you run a horse... and yeah, I guess lovemaking too," though she's not done any of that lately. And it was a cool thing to say because she could imagine it.

"See?" A.J. grinned as he set down a napkin and then set the milkshake on top of it for Annette. "I know what I'm talking about here, oh ye of little faith."

"I have complete faith, A.J.," she said, smiling at him. "Trust me in that." She took a healthy sip of her shake, declaring after she swallowed, "Omigod, it's perfect!"

A.J. took a moment to look humbly unsurprised by her comment before taking a small bow. "Why, thank you. I'm glad you approve."

"Which only means I will be in for more of these, and if I come in as much as I'm thinking I'm going to come in, I will get fat," she grinned.

"Oh, please," A.J. said. "You've got football and cheerleading, right? You probably eat better than I do, too, and I don't get fat, so you're probably pretty safe."

"Yeah, well it just sounded like a girly thing to say and... I don't know if I'm doing football again."

"No? Why not? It always sounds like it would be a lot of fun..."

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because..." A.J. started slowly, in the mood of someone explaining something obvious, "I actually like keeping all my limbs unbroken?"

Yesterday, there was grass. This morning, there's snow.

I don't know whether to blame Michigan or blame

tricksy_spy.

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