fandomtownies | Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

Parker loved Christmas, with the joy and the snow and the presents. Eliot had a certain fondness for Thanksgiving, a holiday devoted to cooking and people appreciating his cooking. And Hardison, well. Hardison loved Halloween. Costumes! Candy! Haunted houses! Pranks! What wasn't to love?

Which was why he was showing up at the diner, arms full of spooky decorations for the staff to put up. "I want it to look like Halloween puked in here," he said cheerfully, taking over a booth to act as a drop site. "I want it scary. I want it haunting. I want it like the whole town's Halloween spirit was condensed into this one building. Y'all start, I got more stuff to bring in."

Cook, predictably, ignored him. The busboy picked up a large, rubber tarantula and stealthily placed it on the cutting board on the counter. The dishwasher just looked skeptical. "Did Eliot okay this?"

"Man, who's not gonna okay a little bit of Halloween spirit?" Hardison asked. Which was not a 'Yes' to that question, not by a long shot. "It's gonna perk up the diner, draw customers in, all that good stuff! Besides, I waited till October! Ain't nobody can complain now!" He picked up some cotton batting and shoved it at the dishwasher. "Go on, hang up some spider webbin', it's fine."

And if they worked fast enough, they could get the whole diner decorated before anyone came in and told them to stop!

Today's Specials
Pumpkin Spice Lattes
Pumpkin Chili
Chicken Bacon Pumpkin Gnocchi

Luke's was open and very festive!

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Be impressed by how spoopy AND creppy it is!

While he paints a mural in the front window!

Congratulations, Hardison! Eliot wasn't going to complain about the decorations ~~yet~~ because he was too focused on the specials.

"Do we seriously need to have the pumpkin spice conversation again?!"

Also, he was yelling at the staff instead of you.

"I still like it!" the busboy called, from where he was stringing up rows of orange lights in the shape of mini-pumpkins.

Hardison was staying quiet so as not to draw attention to himself while he painted faster. The more he got done, the better position he'd be in to argue about keeping it all up!

"You still don't have any taste," Eliot said. "And who decided we were turnin' this place into a haunted house?"

As one, the staff turned and pointed at Hardison. Who was pretending that he hadn't heard the question while he worked on the very important gravestone shading.

Eliot sighed. "Dammit, Hardison."

"Oh, hey babe," Hardison said, like he just only know knew Eliot was here. "Sup? Just doin' a little bit of decoratin' for the holiday. You know. My favorite one?"

JUST SAYING.

"You don't even work here."

Eliot would ask why he didn't just decorate the loft, but he was afraid the answer was that Hardison had run out of room up there.

"I know," Hardison said innocently. "I just wanted to do somethin' nice for the diner anyway."

"Wait, he doesn't?" the dishwasher demanded. "But he's here like every week!"

"Sittin' in a booth on his computer," Eliot told the busboy. "It ain't like he's waitin' tables." He looked back at the mural, his arms folded across his chest. "You know this ain't really the time of year you want less natural light gettin' in, right?"

"Hey, I do more than that," Hardison protested. "I've practiced my violin an' given important feedback to the staff. I'm practically a manager at this point."

Then he turned selectively deaf about that bit with the natural sunlight. This mural was going to be epic, dammit. Epically spoooky!

"Practically." Eliot's voice was saharan. "Right. I've got some feedback on your managerial style."

"Yo, you can't trust what Cookie says. Got beef with me an' I don't even know why!"

Eliot exchanged knowing glances with the cook. "Oh yeah. Real mystery."

Hardison put his brush down and glared. "Oh yeah? Why dontcha share with the rest of the class, then?"

"Hardison." Eliot looked from him to the mural, to the busboy hanging pumpkin lights. "How are you a genius and still so freakin' dumb?"

"The genius is natural talent," Hardison retorted. "The dumb? I dunno, maybe the company I keep?"

"All those computers. Destroyin' your social skills."

"Yo, come talk to me when you know how to check your email on your phone," Hardison scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Why would anyone email my phone?" Eliot asked. "It's a phone."

Yeah, he knew what smart phones were. It was fun to watch Hardison's head explode at 'Eliot the Luddite'.

"An' in this far-off, mystical world of 2015, we use phones for lots of things! Includin' emails!"

HOW IS IT OCTOBER?

You've helpfully reminded me that it's time to bust out the skeleton hand towels in my kitchen. And see if Amazon has any halloween or fall themed solar powered string lights. . . .

Luke's, Thursday Afternoon

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