Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

The last time the island had thrown a weekend like this one, Eliot had proceeded to repress that crap way, way down and pretend it never happened.

Of course, the last time the island had thrown a weekend like this one, no one had any idea who Eliot had turned into. Hell, he'd barely even known anyone on the island, yet, and the only thing he'd had in common with the guy he'd turned into was long dark hair and a name. This time that was not so much an option.

"Heya boss," the cook said as Eliot made his way in that day. "So how --"

"Anyone says one single word about anything today and they're inventorying the freezer," Eliot said.

And that was how the Luke's kitchen staff ended up spending an entire shift working in complete silence.

Today's specials
Braised brisket with root vegetables
Latkes with spiced apple-pear sauce
Kugel with apricot nectar

Luke's was open.

Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/07

[bitten_notshy]

Jack came to work a little late and thoroughly bedecked in tinsel.

He didn't want to talk about it.

Anything even vaguely holiday-related at the bar, from the peppermint schnapps to the gingerbread vodka, was getting an extra-hard glare today. He'd be glad when advent was over.

[OOC: Open bar/post.]