Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was still sneezing up a storm. Ugh. See, this was why the outside was terrible! It was filled with weaponized nature, from pollen to dust mites to germs to big ticket items like lions, tigers, and earthquakes oh my. Either Eliot had spoken to the staff or Hardison looked pathetic enough to warrant pity, because Cook was actually making food to help.

Or maybe they just didn't want him sneezing all over the restaurant. The busboy had already complained about the pile of tissues on the table.

Today's Specials
Tortilla Chicken Soup
Tropical Salad with Pineapple Vinaigrette
Organic Allergy Tonic Tea

[OCD Free]

Devil's Nest, Thursday Evening

[justlurkinghere]

There were bottles of glittery alcohol in a case behind the bar when Derek got in this evening. It looked like it was made with Fandom in mind and therefore made Derek deeply suspicious.

Then again, many things made him suspicious.

He was just going to put them on the far end of the bar in case it tried something. Because you never know around here.

[No OCD!]