Luke's, Tuesday, July 9

[justbeingbay]

Bay checked the supplies in the kitchen, made a note to order more sriracha, and then stationed herself at the counter. She was ready and willing to wait on anybody who wandered in -- but as long as things were quiet, she was going to keep working on the graffiti she had planned as a belated birthday present for Gert. She was happy with the general concept, but she kept having to go back and forth between a photo on her cell phone and the giant piece of paper she planned to use for her stencils before she felt like she'd really captured Old Lace. (As a drawing. Literally capturing Old Lace was the kind of battle Bay had not signed up for.)

The dinosaurs she drew nibbling at the corners of the menu sign were there strictly for practice.

Welcome to Luke's!
Specials today: Spicy Sriracha Soup w/Peanut Butter
Sriracha Buttered Shrimp
Sriracha Peach Crisp

[OOC: Open diner, no OCD.]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly wandered through, figuring it was about time he checked in to make sure the kitchen staff wasn't sending any of his new employees stark raving mad. "Feeling spicy today, huh?" he joked, admittedly pretty lamely.

Only 21 and he was already rocking the dad humor. It was very sad.

[justbeingbay]

That was really lame, and Bay rewarded it with a snort and an affectionate(ish) eye roll. "The guys in the kitchen are putting rooster sauce in everything," she said, bending her head back over her posterboard. "Swear to God, I had to talk them down from sriracha waffles."

As an afterthought, she added, "Hey, boss-man."

[lovemykilt]

"Admittedly, that could be interesting," Priestly mused. "Though it kinda sounds like he's hoping for a kind of a hipster clientele." He shrugged. "Whatcha working on?"

[justbeingbay]

"Then he should go work in Brooklyn," Bay said, lightly.

"And this is going to be part of a birthday present for my friend Gert if I ever get it right." She tapped the posterboard. "Do you think Old Lace's teeth are pointy enough?"

[lovemykilt]

"I can honestly say I've never looked that closely at Old Lace's teeth," Priestly said. "But stylistically, I'm a fan of the 'go big or go home' school." He leaned over to take a look. "That's really cool. I mean, I'm not exactly qualified to critique the visual arts, but I'd say that's awesome."

[justbeingbay]

Bay nodded, erased a tooth line, and redrew it. Pointier. "There. Much more terrifying," she decided. "And thanks. Graffiti art's kind of my thing. I always want to be awesome."

[lovemykilt]

"I tried my hand at it, once, back in Santa Cruz. It was . . . abstract." Look, spray paint was a difficult medium, okay? "You done anything on the island, yet? I'd love to see it in action."

[justbeingbay]

"Couple things down in warehouse district," Bay said, finally setting her pencil aside so she could turn to face him. "There's one by the docks that I like? After we got out of that creepy dungeon I painted a girl with an ax chopping her way through a warehouse wall. It was all cathartic." She said the last word with a little laugh, as if you undercut the fact she'd actually used the word 'cathartic.' "I have some photos of the good ones back in KC on my phone, if you want to look."

[lovemykilt]

"Girl with an axe, huh? Sweet." Priestly grinned. "And I'd love to see 'em."

[justbeingbay]

"Yeah, I started drawing her one day when I was really pissed and it kind of stuck," Bay said, and bent her head over her phone. "Okay, ax girl one, ax girl two, banner for a protest, and this is what I did to my car but I had help on that one. We used, like a sea monster theme."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly whistled under his breath. "Right, okay. I'm gonna need you to do something here." He looked around the diner. "Uh, anywhere. Wall, window. . . ? Do you do commissions?"

[justbeingbay]

"I do if people ask me," Bay said, surprised and happy. "Wow. Um, back wall across from the door? And -- like, I could do a food theme, but nothing cheesy." She wrinkled her nose. "No pun intended."

[lovemykilt]

"You got free reign," Priestly said with a grin. "Food theme could be awesome. I've been thinking this place needed more color."

[justbeingbay]

"I can use color," Bay nodded, still vibrating a bit in place from excitement. "Any other suggestions? Like, if you can't stand the idea of painted tomatoes or whatever, this is the time to tell me."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly tilted his head, considering that. "Nothing too Olive Garden-y? Painted tomatoes are cool, but we don't wanna be a cliche."

[justbeingbay]

Bay slanted a look at him. "If it comes out Olive Garden-y, I give you permission to hand me a bucket of white paint and tell me to cover it up. And then possibly never paint again."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly nodded. "Glad we got that clear." He gave her a sidelong look. "Seriously, if you do anything even half as cool as those photos, it'll be awesome."

[justbeingbay]

"I really wanna live up to that," Bay said.

[lovemykilt]

"Well, no pressure," Priestly said. "Unless that helps you work. I can totally be Mr. Pressure if that's what gets the creativity flowing."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

You know what this post needed? More Jensen Ackles.

"I really don't even wanna know what's wrong with the cooks today, do I?"

[justbeingbay]

"I diagnose severe chili pepper addiction," Bay deadpanned. "I think they put sriracha in one of the coffee pots."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean paused. "Yikes. I'll get my coffee elsewhere."

[justbeingbay]

Bay scrunched her nose apologetically. "I could get you a Coke," she offered. "The fountain's safe."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Much obliged," he said with a grin.

[justbeingbay]

"No problem," Bay said, and poured the soda. "So, what's new and exciting in your life?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Second batch of classes to teach. Young minds to mold." Yeah, he was so good at that.

[justbeingbay]

"And I'm missing my chance to be molded by you again," Bay said, not sounding too terribly disappointed by this fact. "Is it mroe monster stuff?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"More monster stuff," he confirmed. "It's what I do."

[justbeingbay]

"Hey, it's good to know what you're into," Bay shrugged. "I took archery, film and etiquette."

So, not monsters.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Bow hunting's a good skill." No, Dean. No.

[justbeingbay]

"See, that's what I've been thinking?" Bay said. "With the amount of crap that goes down on the island, not sucking with at least one type of weapon would be useful."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Tried shooting before?"

[justbeingbay]

Bay shrugged. "We did an archery unit in gym class in middle school," she offered. "And ... I think I hit the target? Once or twice?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Keep practicing and you'll do fine with it. Maybe see if there's one of those... Tai-bo classes around."

Dean, that was not helpful.

[justbeingbay]

"I am, like, the least athletic person in the world," Bay told him. "My dad spent half my childhood trying to get me into something. Never stuck."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Like what? Soccer?" Dean's childhood was spent learning to kill things. So...

Unless Bobby was around. Excuse Dean while he sobs bitter tears at the thought.

[justbeingbay]

"Soccer," Bay agreed. "Gymnastics. Dance, which was a complete failure because I have the rhythm of a sea slug. And softball. My dad played with the Kansas City Royals, so it was important to him."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Sea slugs can be very graceful, I hear."

[justbeingbay]

Bay smiled. "Okay, then I have the rhythm of -- what's something even worse at dancing than a sea slug?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Ducks," Dean said firmly. "No grace in a duck."