Demon Marcus, Monday

[that_oldsaying]

Alluka had woken up thrilled to pieces about the party tonight. She knew what she wanted to do with her hair, what she was going to wear, from head to toe, and she got to work practically vibrating with excitement.

It wasn't until about halfway through her shift that nerves started settling in. She hadn't seen Kathy a whole lot the past year and radio had been pretty clear on who Kathy was hanging out with more and she… hadn't really been hanging out with any of them either.

What if she was all lonely at the party?

Her bunny told her not to be ridiculous. After all, her bunny was coming too. And so was Nanika.

That did help. But Alluka was still going to fret. Just a little.

Demon Marcus is Open!

Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had an important dinner that night which, he'd been informed in no uncertain terms, he was not going to be cooking for. Which his staff was using to mean they got to kick him out of the kitchen every time he went to go hover and make sure they were prepping Kathy's stuff in between making orders for actual customers. To the point that the busboy had actually taken it on himself to bodily block the door into the kitchen, holding a cast-iron skillet up threateningly any time Eliot got close.

"You know you have an actual job here, right?" Eliot asked him. "You're supposed to bus tables, not just be the cook's lackey."

"I prefer the term 'minion', thank you," the busboy said. "And Sheila said she'd cover today."

Sheila gave Eliot a jaunty wave as she walked by, her plastic bin overflowing with cleared dishes.

Today's specials
Build your own burger
Some sort of potato side probably
Desserts

"Wait," Eliot asked. "Who the hell is Sheila?"

Luke's was open and OCD free.