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Luke's Diner, March 9 (Tuesday)

Kyle waved to the staff as he came in and headed straight for the booth he usually went to. He didn't catch a glimpse of the specials board today, but that was okay. He was going to order the same thing he always ordered.

Luke's is open for business.

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Because I'm not serving you.

Burger and fries and a milkshake was the order of the day.

George slid into the booth across from Kyle. "What kind o milkshake?" he asked.

"Mint for me," Bobby said decisively. Saint Patrick's Day was coming up. It was thematic.

"Chocolate," Kyle decided. "Mint reminds me of toothpaste. I like toothpaste, but not in my stomach."

George made a face. "Tha' sounds terrible, Kyle. Not that I like green thing t'begin wit'. Reminds me o' mold."

But he turned his attention and a bit of a frown on Bobby. "Thought we discussed sayin' good-bye t'yer friends a few months back."

"We did," Bobby admitted, looking sheepish. "And I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on staying past the break but things just... got out of control." You still could've called or something, Drake, you idiot.

"We tried to come after you," Kyle explained. "It didn't work. The portal ended up somewhere else. If you're okay, send a message. It'll save us trying again." He didn't seem angry about it at all, simply matter-of-fact, as if going after someone who didn't need going after was a waste of resources.

George nodded. He'd been happy to pay for his portal attempts since they hadn't heard nothin' from Bobby, but wasting money on things that weren't necessary was bloody frustrating to a kid who'd grown up in the slums.

"Aye," he agreed. "Or ye could be callin' afore ye leave if ye know yer goin'. You well?"

"Got a few bruises in uncomfortable places," he admitted. "And then there's the whole 'weird Fandom crap happening practically as soon as I got back' thing. You guys get hit by that?"

"Yeah, who'd you end up as?"

To say George was a little bit annoyed about being blown off on the whole thing was an understatement.

"That how friends treat each other at yer home, Bobby?" George asked, obviously annoyed. "Tisn' a problem at'all, just move on t'next thing. What is that? None of us tell each other everythin', but bein' allied means y'say somethin'. Especially when yer friends get rolled over it."

...Well, shit. He'd really screwed that one up. "I'm not used to talking about it, no," he admitted, staring fixedly at the countertop. "But if you want to know? Fine. There's a lot of- bad people, back home. Some of them have powers or technology that they think makes it okay for them to hurt others. There's some of us that've been trying to stop those people. And that's what I've been doing."

"I get it," Kyle said quietly after a moment. His tone was even "We all have our stuff going on at home. We're all fighting our own battles and we're not used to talking about it. We're not used to trusting anyone." He looked directly at Bobby and then directly at George as he spoke. "We're not used to being safe. But if we're going to be friends, we have to respect each other enough to tell each other if something is going on, and to trust that when we don't say something, it's for a good reason."

George nodded at what Kyle said. "Aye, that. An' if we agree on somethin', we keep our promises. Tis th'only way t'be able t'trust someone."

He paused for a moment. "Doesn' sound like it was much of a time for ye at home. 'm sorry t'hear that."

Edited 2010-03-10 03:56 (UTC)

Promises like the one to let people know before he left for someplace. Right. "I guess I just didn't think." Which was unfortunately par for the course with Bobby Drake.

"Yeah, well, you're a dork." Kyle flicked a packet of sugar at Bobby. "Fandom's dangerous. Can we rely on each other to watch each other's backs or are we doing this alone? I can deal with it either way, but I need to know."

He snorted, flicking a packet of sugar at Kyle in retaliation.

"'M in," George said, putting his hand into the middle of the table. "Long as we all do keep our words."

Well, just to complete the circle Bobby had to flick a sugar packet at George. "I'll do better," he said, moving his own hand likewise.

"Good." Kyle would rest easier knowing he had people he could rely on. "I think I want pickles on my burger today."

George wrinkled his nose. "Why would ye want them? Get onions, they're better."

"There's no law against having both," Bobby pointed out.

"I'll have both then," Kyle decided. "Let's eat. I'm hungry." He was always hungry. "Hey George, is hockey going this week? I think I can figure out that skating thing now."

"Aye, a'course," George said. "Th'only reason twasn't last week was - we were through th'portal. You almost had th'skating last time."

"Least I didn't miss practice, then. That's something," Bobby grinned. Yeah, didn't miss it because your friends were trying to go after your sorry butt, you idiot.

Edited 2010-03-10 06:20 (UTC)

"That's something," Kyle agreed. "I think I'm going to practice the stick side of things later this week."

"An' then th'puck next time?" George teased.

Since it's here and all.

No world ending today.

*mwwwwwwwwwah*

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