Luke's Diner, July 20 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Monday morning usually meant a check of the inventory, calls to the soda fountain supplier, restocking on coffee (and the inevitable Snippy Phone Exchange with that one kid at the Perk who worked the roaster), and making sure the fridge was cleaned out.

And, as of late, making sure the cream soda from either side of the border maintained an uneasy peace.

This last detail was usually saved for the end of the day, just so any failed negotiations didn't mean Lacey had to spend all day Monday with her clothes and hair all sticky. (That was more of an American cream soda issue. Ugh, high fructose corn syrup.) Unfortunately, around noontime a suspicious hissing noise from the storage closet prompted Lacey to hurry back there and check on the cream soda --

-- and not emerge after that. Apparently the two warring flavors had decided to pull her in to mediate on their conflict.

This was going to go so well.

Today's Specials
Corned Beef Hash
Steak and Eggs
Chile Verde

NOW HIRING -- Sunday Shift Available

Luke's is open. So is the soda, for negotiation -- but let's see how long that lasts.

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Mod Your Service

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Which you'll have to after noon. Lacey would give her sincerest apologies if she were available to do so after then.

Which would mean she wouldn't have to in the first place, huh?

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle was the first to arrive again. He went and claimed their booth and waited for George and Bobby, not actually knowing that Bobby was a penguin. He looked at the menu and started trying to read it, rather unsuccessfully.

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George was looking rather flabbergasted as he walked into the diner with a tiny penguin (NOT FOR EATING).

"'Lo, Kyle," he said. He pointed to the penguin. "Tha's Bobby. He wanted to come. Even though he's a wee bird."

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle eyed the tiny penguin. "This place is weird." He shuffled over so Bobby could hop up onto the booth seat. "What is he?" he asked the guy who'd probably never seen a penguin in his life either.

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"I don' be havin' a clue," George said, still staring as he took his own seat. "I wonder if he still wants a milkshake."

The little bird nodded emphatically.

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Milkshake it is," Kyle decided, putting the menu down. "Do you know what you want?"

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Chocolate milkshake an' a hamburger," George said. "An' yerself?"

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"That sounds good," Kyle replied. They ordered, along with a milkshake and fries for Bobby (since a hamburger was hard to deal with when you didn't have opposable thumbs). "You used to it here yet or ready to go home?"

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He eyed the penguin as he thought about his answer. "Neither t'tell th' truth. I do think I'm likin' it here though."

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"You don't miss home?"

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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aye, of course I do," George said. "Don' you?"

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

Derek opened the door for his companion, grinning a little.

"So Jimmy, how much did you pick up? I gotta brief you on the whole Derek Morgan package, or things coming back to you?"

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[scruffnfeathers]

Jimmy shrugged, far more eloquently than Castiel ever had. "I get glimpses, here and there. A bit more this time than the last time. If I didn't know better, I'd almost say Cass feels sorry for me."

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

"Last time? This time?"

The questions were asked, but they were asked gently; no pressure, and Jimmy could pretend he hadn't asked or answer as he liked.

"I'll fill in all the holes I can, but it's not like I've known him all that long."

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[scruffnfeathers]

"He's mentioned what he's on Earth to do, right?" Jimmy asked. And since, well, Morgan didn't seem like he was about to lock Jimmy up as a loony (and even if he did, he doubted that a psych ward would hold Castiel long), he went ahead and answered. "Castiel first approached me a bit more than a year ago. Said the Lord had work for me. Who am I to turn down a request like that, right?" Jimmy shook his head, then smiled at the server and proceeded to order about half the menu. "So I let him in on one condition: he promises me my family'll be okay. And he kept it, until he started doing something his boss types didn't like and they yanked him. Next thing I know, me and my family are demon-targets, my wife's possessed, I get shot in the stomach -- without an angel along for the ride to make sure I don't actually die -- and my little girl is exorcising people by sticking her hand on their heads." He spread his hands. "He was going to let me die. Keep going in -- in her, instead. I guess he thought he was being merciful. But that year -- with Cass before he got yanked -- that was the worst year of my life. So I told him to take me back. Leave my daughter alone. And he did."

[ooc: well, that was a nice trick. *stares at LJ to see if the tag sticks this time]

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

[it is a wicked wicked wench sometimes.]

Morgan listened to the story, his hands folded and his thumbs tapping his chin. Finally, about a minute after Jimmy had finished, he nodded.

Then he gave his order to the waitress.

Then he looked to Jimmy.

"Garcia will have something for you on your wife and kid by the time we get back. She's the best at what she does."

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[scruffnfeathers]

Jimmy spent a moment looking at the table, regaining his composure, then looked back up. "Thank you. That's . . . it's really all I have to know, to keep doing this."

[okay, seriously, LJ, wtf?]

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

Morgan reached over to try and pat Jimmy on the shoulder.

"Hey. I get it. You've been through a rough time, man. You don't have to explain yourself to me."

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[scruffnfeathers]

Jimmy laughed. "You're very accepting. My own wife tried to get me on medication when this whole thing began."

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[bau-beefcake.livejournal.com]

He spread a hand and lifted it to gesture around.

"I've been here for the last few weeks," he pointed out with a smile, "and even before that, I've seen some pretty crazy things."

He didn't feel like sharing the experience with Garcia and the church, but there was that as well.

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[scruffnfeathers]

Jimmy nodded, taking Morgan's answer at face value. "You might be good for him, you know. Assuming he doesn't get yanked back to Heaven for fraternizing with the natives again."

Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

You know. Before noon and the forcible negotiation attempts.

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OOC

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

This whole cream soda thing is longislandiceme's fault, and now I can't stop.

Re: OOC

[longislandiceme]

And I love you so, so much for it.