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fandomtownies2015-01-15 12:18 pm
vdistinctive) wrote in fandomtownies2015-01-15 12:18 pm
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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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