Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Dammit, Eliot!" Hardison snapped from his spot at the counter. "Do you even believe this, man?" he asked, collaring the busboy and making him look at...a blinking green dot. "What the hell, man!"

The busboy mumbled something and made a break for it, running into the kitchen. Hardison barely noticed, continuing his grumbling at his laptop. "First he just up and leaves with only a damn message, like we're just supposed to hang out here and wait for him to get back or something--" which, yes, was exactly what Eliot wanted them to do. "--And then he leaves his damn phone in his damn apartment! Like what? How'm I supposed to track your stupid ass now, Eliot? Huh? Huh?"

Which, again, was exactly what Eliot had wanted. Hardison, however, was taking it as a personal insult.

"What'm I supposed to do? Just search all the damn traffic cams in Baltimore and then wait to see if any of the identities I handcrafted for you gt dinged? Didn't you think that maybe I had other things to do today? Other than search for your sorry ass for the inevitable time you need our help?"

Hardison was doing a lot of talking to a guy who wasn't even here. Though if anybody asked, he'd totally claim he was bitching at Eliot through their earbuds.

"If Val weighs more'n a pound more when I get home than she does now, I'm going to break all your fingers," he said in a decent mimic of Eliot's drawl, before switching back to his own voice. "Well, maybe you shouldn'ta left your damn crew behind to watch her and not give us any damn details about where you're going or what you're doing!"

The kitchen staff just looked at one another and shook their heads. Yeahno, they were just gonna let the crazy guy keep talking to himself. They could run the kitchen on their own.

Specials:
Anchovy and Pineapple Pizza
Gummi Frogs
Orange Soda

Luke's was open and featuring the most passive-aggressive menu board in existence.

Wonka's Sweets Shoppe | Thursday

[shapethecentury]

Bucky felt like he was finally on top of things in the store. He'd conquered the cash register, the Valentine's candy was all gone, and he was almost getting to wrap his head around how he might have gotten a little more than what he'd bargained for when he'd moved to this island. Everything was pretty good, even if he missed Brooklyn (and Steve's near constant presence) something fierce. He got this.

That was, until he'd just gotten the shop open this morning, and a crate of bananas was delivered. Bucky argued with the delivery man for a while – "look, pal, does it say 'Wonka's Fruit Shoppe' on the marquee?" – but he wouldn't hear of it. He just left the bananas there. So, Bucky was stuck with trying to figure out what to do with them. Sighing, he got one out of the crate, peeled it, and bit into it.

Then he did his best not to spit it on the floor. "What the hell is this?" That did not taste like a normal banana to him. At all. Because no one had told him the world had changed, and the main variety of banana available in the US along with it.

Wonkas was open, and there was a sale on bananas. Please, someone take the weird, 2015 bananas off his hands.

(open!)