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Cafe Luke's, Wednesday

"No way," Priestly said. "It's definitely Thursday."

"Was there a new episode of Paranormal last night?" the cook asked.

"How the hell should I know?" said Priestly.

"There wasn't," the cook said sharply. "It's Wednesday."

Priestly sat down at the counter with a groan and put his chin on his arms. Spring break was so boring!

Today's specials
Dinner theater!
now hiring! most shifts available!

Luke's was open, for anyone not currently living it up in Turkey.

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Make him do a monologue for you. Or sing!

Hey, he's a trained Shakespearean actor, here. He was in two Shakespeare plays in high school and everything!

My first thought upon waking up this morning was "It's only Wednesday!"

Because, you know, my life is so hard.

"Make me one with everything!"

Hello to you, Priestly, and now you can make a Zen joke.

Please, that would be too easy. Besides, he was too busy being delighted that Dinah had come in. He threw his arms wide in a victory V.

"You came to save me!"

"From what?" Dinah grinned and bounced over for a hug. "I mean, of course I did. That's what I do!" Strike Supergirl pose!

"Wednesday," Priestly said, voice filled with doom. "Spring break in a school town is so boring."

"Dude," Dinah said pityingly. "You need to come home with me to New Gotham." A beat. "And teach me how to cook?" Heh. Waitaminute. "Dinner theater?"

"I'm BOOOORED," Priestly whined. "I figured there must be someone on this island who would come in if they saw that there'd be singing and dancing."

"I want Windy City," Dinah demanded. "Or that French thing that just won a lot of Oscars. Pleeeeease? And something to eat. And seriously, come home with me this weekend, this is terrible."

"Oooo, The Downtrodden ~~or however we're metaing that~~. I'd kill at that little girl escapist fantasy song." Priestly gestured Dinah to a seat and pulled out a glass to pour her a drink. "Cookie!" he shouted at the kitchen. "Put a lancer on, stat!"

A ladle missed his head by a foot, clattering into the counter top. Priestly turned back to Dinah.

"That might be a good idea. Stainless steel can only take so much abuse."

Dinah snickered. "Are you sure you could hit the high notes?" Then picked up the ladle and shook it in the direction of the kitchen. "Is this any way to respect your boss? Cookie! We're disappointed in you!"

Priestly caught the towel that came flying out of the kitchen. "I get a ladle, you get a towel. He must like you."

"Thank you!" Dinah called. "Or he's running out of stuff to throw... As long as I get my Lancer, I'm gonna call it a win." She finally sat down at the counter and grinned. "So they've all been gone this week? Won't be back 'til what, Sunday?"

"Pretty sure. They're gallivanting around Turkey or something. How come we never got to gallivant around Turkey?"

Because, you know, their school trips had been so boring and all.

"Probably because we were too busy drinking on board a cruise ship and swimming at the Atlantis resort. And getting messed with by Portalocity that one half-summer. Plus they never asked. I would've voted for ... Japan, or something." She grinned. "Plus, hey, your own fault you didn't make it all the way to Turkey, and turned around when you hit Mongolia."

"Yeah, how silly of me to want to go home after the universe disappearing on me in Asia."

"I knoooow. Who'd have thunk it?" Dinah smirked a little, kicking her feet. "And now all your customers are in... Turkey. What's in Turkey? This is not the first place I'd think of, for Spring Break. Also, I don't see any dancing."

Priestly did a very inexpert softshoe. "Istanbul? It was Constantinople, you know."

Dinah hooted, then did a belly-dance-like shimmy. "Now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night. Hey, what *is* Turkish delight? Do you know how to make that?" Her stomach rumbled.

"Pretty sure it's a pastry. And I could google it, but I've never actually tried making it, before. Could be interesting."

"It would be dinner-theater-ish. Theme-y. Also I don't know any other Turkish food." She gave him a whimsical look. "You need to sing more. You did really well at karaoke at Momoko's celebration."

Priestly looked down, a small smile on his face. "Well, you know, it helped that I'd been drinking."

"I don't think that helped your singing. Just your nerve," Dinah teased gently. "But any time you want me to buy you a beer so you'll sing, I'll start a tab."

"Just so long as you remember that singing karaoke is totally not the same as real singing."

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