Luke's, Tuesday

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison had downloaded a bunch of sheet music onto his laptop. Country music songs--not his usual forte (in the least), but he'd made a few plans for next weekend and it seemed like the thing to do. Not that he was listening to them, no. But he'd gotten ones with parts transcribed for the fiddle and had been secretly practicing "Carry On My Wayward Son" and "Freebird" in his spare time.

The staff didn't really appreciate hearing the opening riff of Smoke on the Water played on the violin fifteen times in less than an hour, but hey. Sacrifices had to be made.

Today's Specials
Plum-Spiced Beef Brisket
Cowboy Brisket
Dixie's Sweet Potato Casserole

Lukes was open and surprisingly musical!

[No OCD]

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot quite possibly should have gone home and showered and changed after class, but that would involve not deliberately irritating Hardison by showing up covered in paint and alot of hair. He had the safety goggles pushed up on his head, holding his now technicolor hair back, and leaving a disconcerting goggle-tan effect where the mostly purple paint on his face stopped off.

The "goad Hardison" plan went right back out the door when he saw what the man was up to, though. "Hey," he said, smiling. (His teeth, thankfully, were not painted). "Decided to finally learn some real music, huh?"

Okay, so the "goad Hardison" plan switched tracks, anyway.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

You would think that someone would hear music being deliberately learned for them and would decide to be nice, maybe? A little complimentary, perhaps? Not deliberately antagonistic?

But Eliot? Noooooooooooooooooo. Why should he behave normally?

"Well, hello to you, too," Hardison said sourly, putting his violin down to glare at Eliot. "An' naw, I just decided to give some whiny white dudes caterwaulin' a try."

[vdistinctive]

"As opposed to the stuff by all those even older white guys?" Eliot had not heard the theory that Beethoven had been a black man, no. He leaned over to give Hardison a nice purple kiss on the cheek.

It was dry paint, at least?

"How's it goin', then?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You show me some way to adapt Run DMC to violin an' I'mma play the hell outta that," Hardison said, trying to look grouchy but unable to completely hide the smile. "Man, that would be so dope. I gotta see if someone's done that yet."

[vdistinctive]

"They use, like, backing tracks and stuff, right?" Yeah, Eliot knew nothing about Run DMC. He was reasonably certain they were either rap or hip hop. Mostly.

Eliot was the very definition of "terminally uncool".

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was so disappointed in you, Eliot. So very, very disappointed. "That's it. As soon as it comes out, I'mma take you to see Straight Outta Compton. Expand your musical horizons. Make you less painfully ignorant of everything outside of the side white guy inna pickup genre."

[vdistinctive]

"Hey!" Eliot protested. "Some of them are white women in pickups." Yeah, he wasn't arguing that his musical horizons were limited. "Fine. But I'm finding you some really old school fiddle music. Barn raisin' music."

He wouldn't. Even he thought that stuff was gross.

Though if he could find some of the less square dancey old folk fiddle, that could be fun.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison shuddered. "You wouldn't," he declared. "You cute, but you ain't that cute. Only so much you can get away with, you know."

Though, since they were talking about terrible music anyway...Hardison pulled out a manilla envelope and offered it to Eliot. "Yo, this came for you by the way. I was gonna bring it up to the apartment, but I guess since you're here now, you should probably open it. Maybe somethin' about the restaurant?"

It certainly wasn't CMA concert tickets! That would be preposterous! And look how Hardison had no idea what was in it!

[vdistinctive]

"The hell is this?" Eliot was going to get flaked paint all over that nice envelope, Hardison. And alot of hair. He tore it open and looked in. Then looked up at Hardison.

"You didn't."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

Parker wasn't too far behind Eliot, and she started stomping a bit when she got through the door.

"Guess who tried to wrestle an elephant?"

Go on, Hardison. GUESS.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Hey mama," Hardison said, holding his face up for a kiss. Hey, he'd gotten one from Eliot! "Lemme guess...Eliot?"

BECAUSE WHY WOULDN'T HE WRESTLE AN ELEPHANT?

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't me," Parker grumped, then leaned down to kiss him properly. And then extra because her adrenaline was still up. "Hi."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"....Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Hardison said, smile turning more than a little dopey at that extra in her kiss. "...Elephant?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"It was the same size." Parker sent a glare Eliot's way, then settled in next to Hardison. "But fuzzy. With red eyes. It charged the class, and then Eliot charged it." She folded her arms and grumbled, "Also he can not strangle an elephant with his bare hands, if you were wonder, which I wasn't."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"It's weird," he said, wrapping an arm around her, "but I ain't never wondered that either. How many students he scar forever tryin'?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"I dunno, Dipper tried to lasso it." So, clearly not him. That wasn't entirely what happened, but that was Parker's take on it. "He and his twin had grappling hooks, I'm really glad about that, at least. It kinda helped."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"...Do they normally carry grappling hooks to class? Is this a thing that kids on this island do on the regular?" He might have to start making adjustments to his sim if that were the case.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"He and Mabel do, I think. Mabel's the one who liked the dirt-biking so much." Mabel was an adrenaline junkie! Parker approved of that. "Most of the others either got out of the way or threw paint. They didn't seem too freaked out, at least." Parker folded her arms and leaned into Hardison, grumbling, "If we'd had to call for an airlift to get Eliot out of there I think it would've been a different story."

[vdistinctive]

"Okay, there is no way that thing was an elephant."

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"No, it was an alot!" Alanna had pointed out a harmless one to her last week. "You tried to wrestle an alot full of ... of... rage!"

[vdistinctive]

"What was I supposed to do, let it trample the students?"

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

"No! You were supposed to drag them up the trees like George of the Jungle! Or make like a rodeo clown! Not like King Kong vs. Mothra!"

Terrible comparison, but probably made Parker's feelings clear.

[vdistinctive]

"Goin' after the dangerous crap is my actual job, Parker. You don't freak out and yell at me when I'm tryin' to fight off an army of security guards!"

This was because old!him had a bum leg, wasn't it. Reminded her that Eliot wasn't actually indestructible.

[whoisalicewhite.livejournal.com]

YES. DUH.

"I trust you to take down bad guys and the occasional motor vehicle, not wildlife that's probably indestructible!"

[vdistinctive]

"Nothin's indestructible," Eliot said. "And I was careful!"

When he charged at the rampaging beast.