Luke's, Thursday

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was attempting to figure out what kind of paperwork you had to do when an employee died. It was generally easier than focusing on the fact that one of his employees had died -- and he'd found out about it by listening to the radio. So far, all he'd managed to turn up were piles of information about workmen's comp, which didn't really seem like it applied. At all. In any possible way.

The fact that the kitchen staff kept wandering by, seeing the workmen's comp info, and fussing about various burns and cuts and things that came standard with spending your professional life surrounded by knives and fire wasn't helping things at all.

"I'm going to fire every single one of you," Priestly threatened finally. "Every goddamn single one."

And that's how he ended up with a stack of contracts guaranteeing employment in perpetuity added to his pile of paperwork.

Today's specials
Tuna casserole
Another, slightly different tuna casserole
Apple pie

Luke's was open and OCD-less.

Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

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Buffy was doing a bit of late spring cleaning at the bar. Some of the cheaper liquor nobody used had gathered quite a bit of dust. It was really gross, actually.

[OCD-free 'cause I'm at work]