Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel showed up to work today to full pots of coffee and industriously working staff.

He immediately didn't trust it.

The busboy skittered past with the specials board, and Miguel gave it a wary look. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The cook gave him a look. "You okay?"

Miguel gave him that look right back. "I am, are you?"

"You're not complaining about the specials?"

"Why would I?" Miguel asked. They were perfectly reasonable for once.

"No reason!" The cook hurried back to make more waffles.

Miguel shrugged and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Today's Specials:
Toasted coconut waffles with maple cream
Chili cheese cornbread waffles
Coffee waffles


Luke's was open!

[OOC: No OCD!]

The beach, Saturday afternoon/evening

[what_the_shock]

So today was the first official meeting of the Drunk and Bored club. Miguel had brought a few bottles of brandy and two of rum, since he had no idea what Fjord liked to drink. Also a twelve-pack of cider that had looked good. Hey, it wasn't like he had a lot of other things to spend his money on these days.

There were also plenty of leftover waffles from the diner, so they had some food to go along with all the alcohol.

When he got there, there was a pile of wood that looked about ready for a fire, so he checked it over, added a little of the brandy, and set it alight.

Hm. Should he throw rocks while he waited, or just sit here and watch the waves?


[Expecting one, but open beach, and club meeting open to anyone who wants to join!]

Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

[1000yearstoolate]

So, Seivarden was back working in the flower shop. She had tea, she was making flower arrangements and she was in a terrible mood. She hoped there wouldn't be any customers showing up, because she wouldn't have any patience dealing with him.

At least the flower arrangements weren't turning out to to be too bad, but she was still muttering curses while making them.

[Open]

Dite's Decadent Delights, Saturday

[raspberryturk]

Was Reno in a pretty good mood today as he settled in behind the counter at Dite's? Hell yeah. Sure, he hadn't been here in a while, but between new semesters and horrible woods trauma and healing from bullet wounds, could anybody really blame him?

... No, really. He'd love to see them try.

Anyway, he was here, he was more or less healthy and hale, and he was absolutely buying that dick-shaped novelty mug to send to Tseng. Because he cared.

It was kind of a wonder that the man hadn't killed him yet, honestly.

[OOC: Open!]