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Lukes, Thursday

"Yo man, 'sup?" 'Hardison' greeted as she made her way into the diner, laptop (covered with stickers of Greetings Kitten and all her friends, like a real hacker's laptop) under her arm. "I got some ideas for the specials today, aiiiight?"

"Finally came out of hibernation, huh?" the cook asked, not looking up.

"Yeah, well, you know," 'Hardison' said, smirking a little. "For a little while, anyway."

"I like your tiara," said the dishwasher.

"Aw yeah, right?" 'Hardion' preened a little, resettling the little plastic pink and silver princess tiara on her head. "Just a little somethin-somethin I picked up." She grabbed a seat at a booth and opened her laptop. "I'mma email you those specials."

And she proceeded to start laboriously tapping away at her laptop using only her two pointer fingers.

Today's specials
Cucumber sandwiches
Lemon buttermilk scones with lavender jelly
English trifle

Luke's was open~~, OCD-free, and starring a permissibly impersonated faux-Hardison~~.

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He liiiiives.

Well, sort of.

He at least was awake. Drac took advantage of a passing cloud to run into to the diner only slightly smoking. "Do you happen to serve wormcakes?" he asked, a rather hopeful look on his face.

"Drac!" 'Hardison' greeted, forgetting herself. She coughed. "Um, I mean Count Dracula sir who I may or may not have ever met." Smoooooooth. "I dunno about wormcakes but that freezer goes all the way back to a geeky reference, so I'm sure we got somethin'."

"Ah. Hello?" Drac eyed the strange man a moment at that strange greeting, but he was on the Island, so he was sort of expecting weird.

"The freezer... you're not a self-service restaurant, now, are you?" Because Drac did okay in the kitchen, but only if he had to. And there were leftovers. And a cook.

"Uh, nah, man, nah. I was just sayin' that there might be something the cook can whip up for ya." 'Hardison' extended a hand. "So we haven't met at all before, then, have we? I'm Hardison. That's my last name, but I don't go by Mr. at all. Just Hardison."

"I see." Drac took his hand and shook it, inclining his head a bit in a nod-y bow as he did. "And no. I don't believe we have, Mr Hardison."

Sorry... Drac was Old School.

"I am Count Dracula. It is a pleasure to meet you. Do you own Luke's now, or simply managing it? I've not been, ah, shall we say, paying attention? to island matters lately."

"Oh, uh, neither? I don't think I even work here." 'Hardison' shrugged. "My boyfriend runs the place, though, so they let me hang out and poke at my laptop and order 'em around and stuff."

Drac nodded; he knew how that could happen. "That young man with the preference for printed shirts and kilts?" Fashion-sense aside, "he's always seemed a nice young man."

"Mr. Spencer wears kilts?" 'Hardison' cleared her throat. "Um, I mean of course I know that my boyfriend wears kilts and things. Just not around the school when he's teaching."

"Mr Spencer?"

Not that Drac had any idea whether or not that was the correct name, but the men were supposed to be in a relationship. Wasn't it odd that this man who asked not to be called 'mr' was referring to his beloved as 'mr'?

Suspicious Drac was suspicious. And wondering if he was being made a fool of.

But how did one call someone on this sort of lie? Or did one?

Drac was going to settle for the frowny and expectant half-glare and raised eyebrow he gave Mavis when he suspected but couldn't prove anything.

'Hardison' shrank a little in her seat. "Uh, yeah? That's -- that's what I call 'im. When I'm talkin' to strangers."

Now she was starting to feel bad for trying to trick Drac. Again. She smiled sheepishly.

Yeeeah. "I've found people here tend not to stand on formality like that." Just Drac did, actually. And maybe Doctor Lecter.

"You must have known him for some time if he allows you to be here in his stead."

"Aw yeah, like. Forever. Probably." Hardison was going to murder her. "Mostly we're just suuuuuuuuuuuuuuper disgustingly into each other."

"Probably?" Drac eyed him again. "Mr Hardison, are you perhaps exaggerating your relationship with Mr Spencer?" He sounded like Mavis when she had been in her 'yuck boys' phase.

(He missed that decade.)

"Nah, nah, for real," 'Hardison' protested. "We're totally tight. You can hear all about it on the radio and everything."

"Yes. The radio is a very reliable source of news," Drac deadpanned. "You'll forgive me if I have trouble with that as your only documentation."

"Yeah, well --" If 'Hardison' were, you know, actually Hardison, she might think to point out that she didn't actually need to prove to Drac that her boyfriend was her boyfriend. But Hardison was a 17 year old girl in the throes of doing something extremely silly, so she didn't. "Just ask the kitchen guys. I'm sure they seen all sorts of public-rated hanky-panky all up in this place."

And if Hardison were actually telling a convincing story, Drac might not be curious as to why he was being lied to.

Actually, though...

Drac sighed, tired, and facepalmed, shifting his cape as he took a seat. "You do know that I actually have no authority here, yes? There's no need to tell me lies."

"Naw, naw, yeah, 'course," 'Hardison' said. "Yo . . . kitchen-guy! Come out here and tell Drac all 'bout how I'm datin' the boss-man!"

There was some scuffling in the kitchen and the busboy was shoved out the doors. "We don't know what's going on," he said. "Please leave us out of it."

'Hardison' pouted.

Drac coughed. Definitely wasn't a chortle or a laugh. Nope. Cough.

"Man, they got somethin' against me," 'Hardison' decided. "I bet I tease 'em all the time when I'm up in here. That sounds like me."

"Maybe they don't listen to the radio either?"

"I bet they don't." 'Hardison' blinked and then looked all innocent-eyed up at Drac. "Uhhh, I mean. What was that?"

Those innocent eyes seemed a bit familiar... Not that Drac was sure why.

"Is the island up to something?" Drac chuckled. "Or are you?"

"Who, me?" 'Hardison' fluttered her eyelashes. One eye flashed gold in a sort of not-wink. "Naaahhhhh. I'm totally normal. Just doin' my thing, makin' my TA take over my class for me, makin' my partners' TA take over radio for me. . . ."

"Oh." At that flash, Drac's smile froze slightly... then softened. "You'd better not be causing any trouble. Being totally normal, I mean."

"Who, me?" 'Hardison' pressed one hand to her chest. "I would never! Cause any more trouble than would probably be ultimately amusin' to those involved!"

"Probably?" Drac smiled and leaned back, pressing a hand to his chest pocket. "Hmm. Do I have money for police fines and repair bills..."

'Hardison' snorted. "Don't sweat it, Drac, my brother's rich." She grinned. "Also I would never do anything so terrible as to require police or property damage. . . ."

"I doubt you'd want to phone him for the assistance." Drac's smile was even fonder at the subtle confirmation of identity. "And I know you wouldn't. I trust you."

"Aw, you're gonna make me blush," 'Hardison' said fondly. "How've you been? I don't think I've heard of you being on the island much, recently."

"I'm fine. I stayed home for a while to, uh, recover." And try to work up the courage to come back. He'd stolen that gem from Jono's young guardian; how could he face either of them?

'Hardison' nodded, then looked around. The kitchen staff was back to doing their work, not paying any particular attention to them, and she assumed they'd keep that up. The squirrels had probably spotted what they figured they were going to spot by now and moved on. She slid the laptop aside and shifted back to her natural shape. It seemed only right, if the conversation was going to get serious.

"We were worried about you," she said. "I kept meaning to call, but I didn't want to bug you. Or remind you too much of -- you know."

"You're never a bother, little one."

Drac reached out to cover her hand with one of his, if she'd let him. "I apologize. I didn't mean to worry you. It really did take me a while to get better. Apparently draining the life energies out of a vampire is easier than getting them back. Especially when I am not able to eat human blood."

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