Luke's Diner, Thursday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Apparently, the staff of Lukes was having some kind of tiff with the staff of Chilly Boulder. Hardison didn't understand it, Hardison didn't want to understand it, Hardison sat through the fifteen minute tirade about the supposed injustices inflicted upon them by the Chilly Boulder staff playing with his phone and tuning out the busboy's impassioned ranting.

All he knew was that the Chilly Boulder staff had somehow mortally insulted Luke's and that was why there was a deluxe sundae bar set up in the dining room. That was apparently the equivalent of Shots Fired in restaurant parlance and the staff was gleefully waiting for Chilly Boulder to notice the sick burn.

Or...something.

"Still don't care," Hardison said for the third time as the busboy wheeled around to say somethin'. "You ain't allowed to give the ice cream away for free just to 'really stick it to 'em.' An' mumblin' 'You ain't the boss of me' isn't gonna make me change my mind."

Today's Specials!
All you can eat sundae bar!
Lots of flavors! Lots of toppings!
Best ice cream on the island!



suck it cb!

Hardison was just going to pretend he didn't see the last line on the Specials Board. It was easier that way.

[No OCD!]

Demon Marcus, Thursday

[boneyard_girl]

Ada was bored.

No, wait, that wasn't accurate. She'd been home for a few days to drop things off and do some repairs to her trailer, since it had been sitting idle and empty for two years. She'd had plenty of things to do, and she had more than enough little tasks to do here at work to keep her hands busy. There was inventory, and the store could use a good deep-cleaning, and invoice sheets to organize.

Ada was lonely. It had been so nice to be in the middle of the hustle and noise of the carnival, and her family had clearly missed her, but... they weren't as openly affectionate as her friends were. Well, that wasn't fair. They were. They laughed and messed up her hair and told her how much they'd missed her. It was just removed slightly, because they all knew they were going to lose her, just like Marti. And maybe if they held a little bit of their hearts back this time, it wouldn't hurt as bad.

But it had been loud and boisterous and everything Miller, and Fandom was so deadly silent by comparison. It was enough to make a carnie positively twitchy.

Demon Marcus was open, and the mermaid had the music turned up and her dancing shoes on, while she ran around counting inventory. It was better than letting her brain get all spun up over nothing.

[OCD freeeee]