Luke's, Monday

[lovemykilt]

Right, so that was the absolute easiest weird weekend Priestly had ever had while still turning into some variation of himself.

He dug that future. He could totally see himself in that future. He . . . didn't really remember all the details of that future, but at least this one didn't make him want to quit his life and run away to Asia.

Always a bonus.

Today's specials
Buddha's delight
Ambrosia salad
Devilsfood cake
still hiring! Inquire within!

Luke's was open.

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[lovemykilt]

It might be a little slow; the kitchen staff is convinced that Priestly's specials will bring down the wrath of archangel on their heads.

Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Tell him about your new future prospects, perhaps!

Re: Talk to Priestly

[arsenicmauls]

Okay. Well. Step one on the road to not becoming an Avenger: getting an actual job at an actual place. And it looked like that place was going to be Luke's, if Gert had her way.

She had a pretty pathetic-looking resume in hand as she showed up at the diner, but the determined set of her chin probably made up for the patheticness of her credentials. "Hey," she said, "are you Priestly?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Priestly nodded. "That'd be me. What's up?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[arsenicmauls]

Gert set her resume down on the counter. "My friend Bay started working here a few weeks ago and apparently this diner is where it's at," she said. "I'm Gert Yorkes and I'm seeking employment somewhere I won't have to sure my hair to comply with a dress code."

She grinned at his hair. That was a pretty good indicator that this place would be okay, yeah.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Well, her hair wasn't quite spikey enough, but Priestly was a big enough man to allow for some personal expression in his dress code.

Or something.

"It is, indeed." He tilted his chin at her resume. "You want me to look at that, or do you just wanna do a quickie interview?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[arsenicmauls]

"Interview sounds better," she said immediately. With a gesture toward the paper, she clarified, "This is kind of crappy."

That was something to say to a potential employer, sure.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"And, hey, the most important quality in a Fandom job is being able to deal with firebreathing jalapenos or people turning into animals in front of you, anyway." He was so reassuring. "Right, so. Elvis: dead or alive?"

Yep, that was always going to be his go-to first question in the interviews. Thanks, Trucker.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[arsenicmauls]

"Depends on the universe," Gert said promptly. Bay had already told Gert to expect that question. "And the timeline. But I'm pretty sure that mine is Elvis-free at the moment."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

A bald eagle flew into the diner, nearly slamming one wing into the doorway and scratching it on the other side with his claws.

It made a barrel roll and landed on the floor, all screeching and feathers flying everywhere--

... and then there was a naked man with an impressive mustache standing there instead.

"Hello, son," he said. "I will need some pants and all of the bacon and eggs you have."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Right. So the town mayor was naked in the diner. And he definitely didn't wear the same size pants as Priestly.

"Hey Cookie!" Priestly called. "Tell me you keep spare pants in here!"

The cook threw a pair of jeans at Priestly's head. They smelled vaguely of onions and pasta water. Priestly held them out for Ron.

"How do you want your eggs cooked?"

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[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"I do not care," Ron said, taking the pants and slipping into them as if he was not, in fact, standing naked in a diner.

Or maybe his spine just didn't bend in any other direction. "Just make sure it's all of them. If we take inventory later and I find out there are more eggs in this establishment, I will be very annoyed."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"You do realize that our freezer exists in a pocket dimension and has it's own tram to help navigate it before hypothermia sets in?" Priestly asked. "'Cause it's entirely possible we have a metric ton of eggs and bacon back there."

He wasn't exaggerating. Well, on the bacon anyway. The eggs lived in the fridge, which was much more reasonably sized and as far as Priestly knew, not powered by a self-contained nuclear generator.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," Ron replied, giving Priestly a steely-eyed look. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Priestly opened his mouth to argue, but, well. That was one hell of a steely-eyed look.

"Cookie! Empty out and fry up the eggs and bacon!" He looked back at Ron. "You, uh. Want anything to drink with that?" He was actually bowing to authority WHAT WAS WRONG HERE. "Sir?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[nomeatvirgin.livejournal.com]

"Bring me a glass and a bottle of scotch," Ron instructed. Because only fools waited until five. "I just spent two weeks as a very majestic animal. I need to clear my head."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"I freakin' hate this place," Dean kindly informed him. Because that was a weekend he could have done without.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"Dean!" Priestly greeted happily. Because there was no mistaking that tone for an archangel. "You're not being . . . squashed or whatever that was by a creepy possessing angel!"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, don't remind me. I need like five showers to wash the skeeve off."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"What the fuck was with that, dude? Does that happen a lot where you're from?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

No, Dean usually played hard to get. Which was way more entertaining.

"Yeah, no. I told that guy to shove it," Dean said, finding the specials board fascinating for the moment. "No freakin' clue what kind of joke this was supposed to be."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"He didn't want to take no for an answer?" Priestly theorized. "Don't suppose there's an anti-angel tattoo to be had? I'd rather not accidentally end up an angel-suit 'cause someone didn't look close enough at the person behind the face."

OOC

[lovemykilt]

I should totally phase Priestly's icons into a parade of bearded/scruffy convention Jensen, y/n?

Re: OOC

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Also...

YES.

Re: OOC

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Please?