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fandomtownies2015-03-24 05:27 pm
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Luke's, Tuesday Afternoon
The only reason that Hardison was even down here today was because it was impossible to do anything up in the loft. Everywhere he went, he could feel Eliot's eyes on him. Lurking. Watching. Waiting for one of them to mess up so he could strike.
Okay, maybe that was just Hardison's paranoia and bruised insides talking, but he was still unnerved by the fact that they had their best friend tied to a chair in their living room. His Nana hadn't prepared him for that, okay?
"I don't want to talk about it," he announced, looking at the concerned and curious faces of Luke's staff. "He won't be down here to intimidate any of you, that's all you need to know."
From above came a resounding crash, followed by an immediate thud. The staff looked back to Hardison. "I said, I ain't talking about it," he declared.
"Okay, but what about the pork rinds?" the cook asked.
"There was an incident," Hardison snapped. "And that incident is filed under 'Stuff We Aren't Talkin' About.'"
He was going to let them work (and gossip amongst themselves) while he pulled out his old violin and got some practice in. Unlike hacking, playing was too complicated to let him think about anything else besides the notes on the page and the strings under his fingers. And the violin was loud enough to drown out all but the loudest of noises from upstairs. So, congratulations, Fandom. Anyone eating at Luke's tonight would enjoy a live performance of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade.
Today's Specials: Comfort Food
Chicken and Dumplings
Fried Green Tomatoes
Skillet Corn Bread
Southern Sweet Tea
Strawberry Shortcake
Pork Rinds NEVER MIND.
"Ow, dang it!" Okay, this was actually a lot easier to perform when Nate was hypnotizing him. Good to know.
Okay, maybe that was just Hardison's paranoia and bruised insides talking, but he was still unnerved by the fact that they had their best friend tied to a chair in their living room. His Nana hadn't prepared him for that, okay?
"I don't want to talk about it," he announced, looking at the concerned and curious faces of Luke's staff. "He won't be down here to intimidate any of you, that's all you need to know."
From above came a resounding crash, followed by an immediate thud. The staff looked back to Hardison. "I said, I ain't talking about it," he declared.
"Okay, but what about the pork rinds?" the cook asked.
"There was an incident," Hardison snapped. "And that incident is filed under 'Stuff We Aren't Talkin' About.'"
He was going to let them work (and gossip amongst themselves) while he pulled out his old violin and got some practice in. Unlike hacking, playing was too complicated to let him think about anything else besides the notes on the page and the strings under his fingers. And the violin was loud enough to drown out all but the loudest of noises from upstairs. So, congratulations, Fandom. Anyone eating at Luke's tonight would enjoy a live performance of Rimsky-Korsakov's Scheherazade.
Chicken and Dumplings
Fried Green Tomatoes
Skillet Corn Bread
Southern Sweet Tea
Strawberry Shortcake
"Ow, dang it!" Okay, this was actually a lot easier to perform when Nate was hypnotizing him. Good to know.
Talk to Hardison
Mod Your Diner
Eliot.
OOC