Luke's, Tuesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot had managed to get all the way across the island today without more than a few colorful streaks from the snow -- only to get sprayed by an exploding snow ball that hit the wall next to the door the moment he walked into the diner.

The kitchen staff were having a snowball fight. They looked like they'd been playing paintball.

"Seriously?" Eliot rolled his eyes. "You people understand this is a place of business, right?"

A snowball caught him in the back of the head the moment he turned away. When he turned back with a growl, the whole kitchen staff were pointing accusingly at each other with both hands.

Eliot didn't know why he even bothered to try, any more.

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[justlurkinghere]

Derek was... well, he was pretty darn colorful by the time he dashed into the diner. His plans of creepily lurking outside had been dashed by the snow, so he'd have to settle for sullenly glaring out the window for a moment.

Or five.

He hated this island sometimes.

[vdistinctive]

The busboy attempted to sneak up and throw a snowball at Derek. Eliot grabbed him by the back of the collar after two steps, took the snowball from his hand, and smashed it over the kid's head.

"No," he said. "Bad." He shoved the kid back through the door and looked back up at Derek. "You gonna order somethin', or you just trying to avoid clashing any worse than you do already?"

[justlurkinghere]

"...sure." He really missed being able to just creepily lurk and check on the guy he'd been made to scratch.

[vdistinctive]

It was probably for the best. Eliot didn't have a lot of patience with creepy lurking.

You know, unless he was the one doing it.

". . . Well?" he asked, when Derek didn't then go on to actually order anything. "What do you want?"

[justlurkinghere]

"A burger."

He could creepily lurk here. Or just be socially awkward.

[vdistinctive]

Admittedly, that kind of order was only fair, considering the whole "beer" thing when Eliot had first shown up on the island.

That didn't mean it didn't piss Eliot off.

"What, just a slab of meat?"

Hey, Eliot remembered those fangs. For all he knew that was all Derek wanted.

[justlurkinghere]

"Cute," Derek replied, rolling his eyes. "That how you serve burgers here?"

[vdistinctive]

"Our burgers are made to order." That wasn't even necessarily true. Mostly they were made however Eliot damn well thought you should eat it. "So you say 'burger' and all I know is you want ground beef."

[justlurkinghere]

"So, to order something, people need to specify every ingredient?"

[vdistinctive]

Not all people, Derek, just you.

"I'm gonna at least need a theme."

[justlurkinghere]

"Baco--" Derek sighed, looking annoyed. "A healthy burger."

The things he did for his boyfriend.

[vdistinctive]

"We've got turkey bacon," Eliot offered. Far be it for him to deny a man bacon. "How you want it cooked?"

[justlurkinghere]

"It's an abomination." He missed real bacon so much. As evident from the sad look he had going. "Rare."

[vdistinctive]

"Girlfriend won't let you have the good stuff?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Boyfriend." But yes.

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Eliot shook his head. "Sucks, man," he said sympathetically. "You want cheese on this sucker, or would he get on you for that, too?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You planning to tell everyone about it?"

[vdistinctive]

"I ain't," Eliot said. "Squirrels might."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm willing to take that chance."

[vdistinctive]

"I salute your bravery," Eliot said dryly. He called the order back to the cook, along with an admonition to "NOT GET ANY OF THAT DAMN SNOW NEAR IT, GODDAMMIT."

So you're welcome for that, Derek.

"You want something to drink?"

[justlurkinghere]

No one wanted to be eating something violently green or pink. It's true. "Water's fine."

He eyed Eliot for a moment.

"How's the chest?"

[vdistinctive]

It actually took Eliot a moment to work out what Derek meant. Of the souvenirs he'd gotten from his little possession issue, the claw marks rated fairly low. Mostly because he had no idea that Derek's version of were-ism could be transmitted that way.

"It's fine," he said. "Don't worry about it. That jackass deserved worse."

[justlurkinghere]

There was that.

"Stay indoors on the next full moon." Just to be safe.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot scowled. "Why?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I don't know how deep the scratches were. Peter is--was--not sane."

[vdistinctive]

Yeah, that didn't help.

"You trying to tell me I might turn into a freaking werewolf?!"

[justlurkinghere]

"It's possible," Derek replied stiffly.

[vdistinctive]

"He barely scratched me!" Wait, also . . . "Wasn't the full moon, like, the next day?"

Of course he was keeping track. You never knew.

[justlurkinghere]

"A bite would happen that quickly," Derek replied. "A scratch..."

He shrugged. Because he was helpful like that.

[vdistinctive]

"A freaking scratch?!" Eliot hated this island. "You barely nicked me."

It was a liiiiittle more than that. Not by much, though.

[justlurkinghere]

"I've never seen it happen, but it's possible," Derek shot back. "So, would you rather I not keep an eye on it?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot groaned and made a mental note not to let Hardison or Parker take any jobs early next month. "Okay, so what the hell should I be expecting, then?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Increased aggression. Heightened senses." MISSING EYEBROWS.

[vdistinctive]

NOT THE EYEBROWS.

"I swear to god, if I have to lock myself to the radiator again. . . ."

[justlurkinghere]

"Again?"

[vdistinctive]

"It was that or let that jackass kill someone." Eliot held up his still-casted hand. "Worked for about a day."

[justlurkinghere]

"You'll be fine without that," Derek huffed.

[vdistinctive]

"I'd better be." He really didn't want to be a werewolf. Hardison would never let him hear the end of it.

[justlurkinghere]

"Just. Let me know if there are any changes leading up to the 5th."

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, fine." Just prepared to get glared at FOREVER if he had to, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Well, at least Eliot wasn't trying to bang a hunter. There was that.

"The burger to go."