The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

It was entirely possible that Gunther had made a grave miscalculation today when he let Nikolai make a suggestion for the daily specials. Nick, who was tired and half-coherent after a night spent in Baltimore beating on muggers and gang members, had gone and just rattled off the first thing that came to mind.

"I dunno. Pickles."

And now he expected Gunther to deliver.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Cuban Sandwich
Roast Turkey Reuben Sandwich with Kimchi
Baked Pickle Chips
Dill Pickle Soup

Mission: Accomplished.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free, and now I really, really want pickles. Huh.]

The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani wasn't sure if it was a full moon or if Mercury was in retrograde. All she knew is that the phone in her office was ringing off the hook, but no one was calling about services that The Gig offered. People wanted to know if she had alpacas (no), if she sold lambs wool (no), if she sold fishing permits (what?), and if she carried St. Louis Cardinals calendars (no!). The questions got more bizarre as the day wore on, and eventually Dani left the phone off the hook to get some peace and quiet.

The Gig was open, as long as you walked in rather than calling ahead.