Demon Marcus, Monday

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka wasn't really sure what to make of her weekend. It had been nice to see Kathy and Ringo.

But it had also been deeply confusing.

She was mostly going to focus on the nice bits of it, since that was more fun, and it meant that she could cart around her elephant as she rearranged the shoes without feeling like she ought to be doing anything more.

Not that she had anything she could do.

None of it really made sense to her? At least the clothes made sense. They usually did. So did her toys.

Demon Marcus is Open!

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was in a Mood. Spending the weekend simultaneously both older and younger than normal had left him feeling twitchy in his own skin, and the knowledge that there were Kathys out there in the multiverse who weren't dead was bittersweet at best. Oh. And it was memorial day. So he'd spent a good chunk of his morning fending off phone calls from his friends who were still in the military. He'd tried taking those frustrations out on a heavy bag -- breaking it in the process -- and on a run -- which just ended up reminding him how much slower he was at 40 than at 20 -- and now he was doing it by ordering his kitchen staff around and being belligerent.

The busboy gave him a gooey-eyed look of sympathy and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay," he said. "We know how those weekends always mess with your emotional equilibrium."

Eliot growled (without moving away from the sympathetic patting). "You're fired."

"No." The busboy patted him again. "I'm not."

Today's specials
Honey, lime, and sriracha chicken skewers
Minted cucumber salad
Strawberry cake

Luke's was open.

The Arms Hotel, Monday

[montecito-east.livejournal.com]

Nothing like a little Fandom weirdness to put things in perspective. Or, rather, a lack of weirdness because Mary hadn't existed this weekend. Apparently, it hadn't made much difference to the staff of the hotel, who managed just fine without her for the weekend.

"It really didn't matter to you that I wasn't here for two whole days? I mean, I went to bed in my suite on Friday night and was completely gone Saturday morning. You never once went looking for me?" Mary asked Gunther, who mumbled something about a hangover.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel
Today's Specials:
Tuna Steak au Poivre
Heirloom Tomato Salad
Grilled Nectarines with Honey-Balsamic Glaze

[Open! The OCD is still trying to get the grill started.]