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Luke's, Thursday
It wasn't that Eliot hadn't listened to the radio as usual, this morning. It was just that he didn't really buy it.
"I mean, come on," he told the kitchen staff. "I've trained under the greatest grifter in the world. Plus, you know, there's the whole professional criminal thing. I can lie like breathing. It's literally what I do, when I'm not beating the crap out of people." He took a deep breath. "Goddammit."
This freaking island.
He should probably just go back home and refuse to come out until he could lie properly again. Instead, he stayed in the kitchen, taking his frustration out on a cutting board full of vegetables. "Admittedly, it's kinda freeing. I mean, what's the one place I could say something like 'I was the top enforcer for an international criminal empire, but it's okay 'cause I'm a good guy now' and get believed? I mean, other than to my actual team of fellow unrepentant 'good guy' criminals. Why are you guys all huddled in the corner?"
The cook and the dishwasher pushed the busboy forward. "You're, uh," the busboy said. "Kind of way more terrifying than usual, today. Could you please put the knife down?"
Eliot looked from them to the knife in his hand, to the cutting board where all the vegetables were now not so much chopped as minced. "Nah," he said. "I'll just take it with me. I refuse to use a gun on principle, but I like having knives around. Even though I actually really rarely stab anyone." He looked back up at the kitchen staff. "I totally haven't killed anyone in, like, three years, guys. Calm down."
Today's specials
Chopped salads
Now hiring!
Seriously, people, we have, like, one employee
who's notNPC kitchen staff.
Luke's was open. Honest.
"I mean, come on," he told the kitchen staff. "I've trained under the greatest grifter in the world. Plus, you know, there's the whole professional criminal thing. I can lie like breathing. It's literally what I do, when I'm not beating the crap out of people." He took a deep breath. "Goddammit."
This freaking island.
He should probably just go back home and refuse to come out until he could lie properly again. Instead, he stayed in the kitchen, taking his frustration out on a cutting board full of vegetables. "Admittedly, it's kinda freeing. I mean, what's the one place I could say something like 'I was the top enforcer for an international criminal empire, but it's okay 'cause I'm a good guy now' and get believed? I mean, other than to my actual team of fellow unrepentant 'good guy' criminals. Why are you guys all huddled in the corner?"
The cook and the dishwasher pushed the busboy forward. "You're, uh," the busboy said. "Kind of way more terrifying than usual, today. Could you please put the knife down?"
Eliot looked from them to the knife in his hand, to the cutting board where all the vegetables were now not so much chopped as minced. "Nah," he said. "I'll just take it with me. I refuse to use a gun on principle, but I like having knives around. Even though I actually really rarely stab anyone." He looked back up at the kitchen staff. "I totally haven't killed anyone in, like, three years, guys. Calm down."
Chopped salads
Now hiring!
Seriously, people, we have, like, one employee
who's not
Luke's was open. Honest.

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Then settled in to frown at the specials.
"A salad is only good if you put a steak on it." Nope, hadn't realized what today was yet.
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Yeah, you brought this on yourself, Eliot.
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"Yeah," he said instead. "That would probably do it. I'd say you should see a psychiatrist or something but I'm pretty sure the only one on the island is secretly working for an eastern European mafia."
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Derek didn't need to know these things, Eliot.
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"Something is Up on this Island."
Parker paused to poke that one busboy back into line when he jumped too high.
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...damn. She had not meant to add that 'too' onto there.
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That probably didn't help, Parker. She sort of realized that, and kept going.
"I never killed anyone but I did stab a couple guys. They had it coming. And I love my taser. So see, Eliot is much nicer than I am."
...or that.
"What did Derek say? I don't trust that guy."
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Derek was just a dumb, screwed up kid. Who turned into a wolf sometimes. Hannibal was an unknown quantity. Way creepier.
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Parker was giving the busboy a judgey look for the look he was giving Eliot.
"I kind of want to stab Derek for biting you. But I think it would make Pinkie sad."
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Had he mentioned the whole ghost possession thing before? Oops.
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At least, not when the ghost wasn't really dumb and paranoid and convinced that it would.
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"I could say okay and then go find him and tase him anyway. I have a strong instinct to do this. Do you like him more than us?"
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