Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was in a terrific mood at the diner today, as evidenced by his broad grin and his flipping literally everything he picked up. Spatulas, ladles, frying pans, pens, glasses, even a napkin dispenser -- which was an awkward shape to casually flip. Even eventually noticing that members of the waitstaff were surreptitiously following him around and filming all this flipping didn't tick him off today. He just cheerfully shook his head.

"What are you doing?"

"YouTube," said one.

"The kitchen guys have a bet on when you're going to start juggling," said the other.

Eliot flipped the ketchup bottle he was holding with another shake of his head. "No YouTube."

"But --"

"No. YouTube."

"What if I crop out your face?"

Eliot tilted his head, spinning a napkin wrapped silverware set in his hand, then nodded. "Yeah. That'd be okay."

Today's specials
Chicken-fried steak with gravy
Chili cheese fries
Pecan praline cheesecake

Luke's was open.

The Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

[arboreal_priestess]

Verity had taken the last few Mondays off due to holidays and post-brainwashing recovery. But it was a week into the New Year and she was back behind the bar. She was on her phone more than she was paying attention to the taps; 'Valerie Pryor' had put a request out for a partner for tango practice and competitions and the number of replies were both flattering and staggering.

Now came the hard part: weeding out the hopefuls from the people with real experience.

"Tiny, I don't know what you're doing, but it's not tango. Stop abusing that broom and just sweep."

Weeding out the hopefuls and not killing her fellow employee.

[No ocd]