Luke's, Monday

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The kitchen staff were all gathered snickering around the busboy's phone when Eliot arrived, pretty much straight from a portal back from Nashville. He recognized the music coming from it immediately.

Apparently, not only had someone recorded his little return to the country stage over the weekend, it'd been posted on the internet.

Clearly this was all Hardison's fault.

"Do you have a line dance for it yet?" the dishwasher asked, still snickering.

"You should perform on the island!" said the busboy. Eliot honestly wasn't sure if that was earnest or not, but it made the cook double over laughing.

"Shut that thing off before I shove it up your ass," Eliot growled, stalking to his office to grab one of the bottles of whiskey he kept back there. Which in hindsight was an error; it only made the staff laugh harder.

Today's specials
Memphis pulled pork
Tennessee whiskey sweet potato casserole
Moon pies

Luke's was open.

The Beach | Monday Afternoon

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Stifling heat was nothing new for Ronan. This place wasn't that different from Henrietta. It was the kind of heat that made it hard to breathe, made you just want to lay down and sleep until fall. It was terrible and awful, the kind of weather when people got violent because what else was there to do?

Ronan found himself at the beach before he found someone to pick a fight with, to punch and hurt until his hands were bruised. Swimming wasn't something he did much in Henrietta. Usually there were other things to do. Usually he had a Gansey or an Adam to entertain him. He had nearby streets to race around or Declan to antagonize.

Here, it was rickety rickshaws and people that didn't really know him, didn't care for him. So, he'd swim. Once he hit the sand, he pulled off his shirt, feeling the sun hit the tattoo on his back. He rubbed at the sharp spikes that curled up over his shoulder and pulled on his leather bracelets before wading into the water and diving under.

The heat dissipated. Ronan stayed underneath for as long as he could, blocking out the world. Blocking out Henrietta and Glendower and his friends. His family. His lungs burned but he stayed underneath until he couldn't stand it.

Ronan broke the surface and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes.

Not Henrietta.

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