Luke's Diner, November 15 (Monday)

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. . . right, so the less said about what she'd been up to last week, the better, Lacey decided; she was just going to steadfastly ignore any amused looks or muttered comments from the staff, go about her business, and . . .

Spend a lot of time inventorying the stockroom, apparently. Who knew if there were the right number of beans in those bags of pinto beans back there, after all?

Today's Specials
Smoked Turkey, Apple, and Cheese Quesadillas
Chicken and Fall Vegetable Pot Pie
Vanilla-Spiced Caramel and Pear Tart

NOW HIRING - See Manager For Details

Luke's is open, and Lacey's around . . . somewhere.

[OOC: OCD is itemizing grains of rice, diner is open, caveat that today I may be extra slow is in effect. Oh, Monday.]

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Heedless of the lack of OCD, Sherlock was there. Not eating, oh no. He was drinking coffee and inexplicably charming Lacey's employees.

Okay, so he made an annoyed face upon seeing here.

Poor, poor Lacey.

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

Stupid employees. So easily charmed.

By anyone else.

Lacey was on her way out of the back room with an armful of napkins to restock the dispensers when she saw him.

". . . is there something wrong with the coffee?"

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

Sherlock sniffed, lifting his chin as he looked her over. She certainly didn't look very intriguing.

"I could do with a bit more," he said dryly.

[laceycantlie.livejournal.com]

"Oh, could you?" Who was this guy, lurking and glaring and just being generally not her favorite customer today? Lacey put a hand on the handle of the coffeepot and just looked at him. "Well, this pot's fresh, or is it a problem if it's more than thirty seconds old?"

[3patchproblem.livejournal.com]

HE WAS THE GODDAMN SHERLOCK HOLMES.

BITCH.

Something about her annoyance just make Sherlock so very happy. He smiled and held up his cup helpfully. "Quite alright."