Hardison entered a Lukes that had been transformed. Again. But at least it wasn't a jumping puzzle this week. No, today it had been decorated with hanging moons and stars, with the lights dimmed and a disco ball hoisted up to the ceiling spangling bits of light everywhere. The staff were all wearing their finest uniforms as well as corsages and boutonnieres. Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time was playing through the speakers.
"What the...?" Hardison asked, looking around.
"We're having our own prom!" the busboy said from where he was dancing with the dishwasher. "We never get to go to the official one!"
"You ain't students at the high school!" Hardison protested. "Or faculty!"
"Whatever," he said, sulking. "So we're having our own and so there."
Hardison wasn't going to argue. He was just going to grab something to eat and wait for a song to come on that was written after he'd been born.
Today's Specials
Garlic Prime Rib
Sauteed Collards and Cabbage with Gremolata
Swete Potatoes with Toasted Marshmallow SwirlsLuke's was open and feeling nostalgic!
[No OCD!]