Luke's Diner, August 31 (Monday)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

There were new kids in town, which meant that Lacey got to work extra early today in order to get the diner shined and polished within an inch of its life . . . driving the dishwasher to despair with her silverware-related demands.

She didn't care. There was no excuse for those dishes to have spots on them today, and she'd just . . . help him find counseling for it afterward or something, if it came to that.

Today's Specials
Sweet and Sour Red Cabbage with Apples and Tempeh
Roast Beef on Cracked Wheat with Aged Cheddar
Gazpacho

Now Hiring: Several Shifts Available!
See Manager for Details

Luke's Diner is open, and somewhat blinding if you happen to catch the sunlight in just the right (wrong?) way.

[OOC: See OOC thread for employment details!]

Comments

Mod Your Service

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Because the glare of sunlight off the front of the cash register makes it hard to see Lacey, or something.

Re: Mod Your Service

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

There had been a Sex Ed class and another class with Beka Bloody Cooper in it and there were what seemed like hordes of newbies, but it still was Monday, and that meant the George was in the regular booth and wondering what type of milkshake to get.

Re: Mod Your Service

[longislandiceme]

So! He'd managed to get through Sex Ed without melting into a puddle of embarrassment (something that could even be literally possible where he was concerned, someday). That was good! Especially after the weekend and Sookie's brother's offer of naked women pictures.

"I think I may need two milkshakes," Bobby declared dramatically as he flopped down.

Re: Mod Your Service

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Kyle asked, sliding in after Bobby. "I mean, I'm always for an extra milkshake, but you sound like there's a reason behind it."

Re: Mod Your Service

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"T'make sure he doesn' melt in embarrassment still," George suggested teasingly. Easier to tease now that there weren't any lasses about.

Re: Mod Your Service

[longislandiceme]

"I could, you know," Bobby said reproachfully. No, no he couldn't. Not until someone poked more at his brain at least.

Re: Mod Your Service

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Don't unless you can find a bucket to melt into," Kyle suggested, still not getting it. "You guys were embarrassed because of class?"

Re: Mod Your Service

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Tisn't th' class as much as th' lasses in it!" George protested. "Ye shouldn' be talkin' about tha stuff afore lasses!"

Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Because the glare of sunlight off the glass of the dessert case makes it hard to see any of the other workers except Lacey.

You poor thing.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Some time during lunch, Kyle approached the counter to talk to Lacey. "Lacey? Can I ask you a question?" he asked.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Hey, there --" It was one of what Lacey had come to think of as the Wee Boys' Club, or something along those lines (Lacey's wording was much less pithy), but she actually wasn't sure which one of them it was.

"Of course you can. What's the question?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Well, he was wee and a boy, so that was appropriate!

"Who's Luke?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Entirely! Never tell Lacey how appropriate it is; she doesn't need that kind of validation. She'd be insufferable.

"Oh." Not quite the question she'd been expecting, but okay. "Well, that's a good question. See, I never actually met him. I think he might've been the original owner of the diner, or maybe not. The last manager of the place didn't talk much, so I never got the story out of him."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Kyle sounded disappointed. "Why'd you keep the name? Shouldn't it be Lacey's now?" Kyle wasn't aware that feeding Lacey's ego was a bad move.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Well, it wasn't like anyone within a couple thousand miles was aware of that but Lacey, and like she was going to tell?

"I guess I could," she said thoughtfully. "I just didn't want to ruffle any feathers. The last time I took over a diner and tried to change things, I got picketed."

Re: Talk to Lacey

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"As long as you keep the hamburgers and milkshakes, I don't think anyone would mind." The hamburgers and milkshakes were serious business.

Re: Talk to Lacey

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim had to get up early to catch a portal to New Jersey. But first, breakfast.

"Morning." he yawned. "How's the coffee today?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey stared at him, like the answer to the question should be obvious. Which to her, of course, it was. Always. Like a goldfish in a bowl, the little plastic castle was people who weren't a hundred percent confident in the quality of her coffee were a surprise every time.

"Fantastic, of course." Oh, god, blow to the self-esteem! Somewhat frantically, she went on, "And fresh. Always. Tell you what, if it's not up to your standards it's on the house, okay?"

The inside of Lacey's head was a Very Melodramatic Place sometimes.

[OOC: OMG I don't even know about the kind of place the inside of my head is today. o.O]

Re: Talk to Lacey

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim had pretty loose standards about coffee. It was the caffeine content that was truly important. "I'm sure I'll agree that it's fantastic." he assured her. If nothing else he hoped it would stop her from staring at him like that.

"Could I get some eggs too? Scrambled?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it will be." Yes, she sounded slightly manic. Yes, it was over the top. No, there wasn't a thing to be done about it, sadly, because Lacey was already hurrying to put a brand new pot of coffee on to brew. Hey, that ought to stop the staring, right? "Eggs? Scrambled? Absolutely. Anything else with that?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

"Uh, yeah. Some bacon please. How long have you worked here?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Eggs. Bacon. Got it," Lacey said hurriedly, slapping a guest check onto the counter for the kitchen guys. "Over a year now? Almost two? Oh, gosh. Where does the time go?"

Re: Talk to Lacey

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim shook his head and chuckled. "God knows. A few years ago I went to the school up on the hill. I worked here then."

Community Bulletin Board

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Lacey couldn't polish this within an inch of its life, but there is tinsel around the edges. Be afraid.

Feel free to post any flyers, ads, wacky cartoons, or announcements here.

[[Just please keep 'em work safe. Thanks.]]

OOC (Luke's Diner 8/31)

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Thursday and Friday shifts are spoken for, but I have four others available; please drop me an email if you're interested, or send your character on in.

If Monday's the best day for you, I'm fine with switching!

Also, OMG, my entire respiratory system hates everything today. The air quality here is horrendous 'cause of the GIANT FIRES TRYING TO EAT MY CITY.