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fandomtownies2016-06-16 02:32 pm
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Luke's, Thursday Afternoon
So, many days later and the staff of the diner was still obsessed with the musical that had won all the awards. Hardison came downstairs to see Cook and the dishwasher standing back to back, with baguettes held ramrod straight in their hands. The rest of the staff called out numbers with each step. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten paces!"
At ten paces, the two...combatants? (though Hardison was certain that Eliot would just call them idiots) spun around and started ripping off pieces of their baguettes and flinging them at each other. "Lee, do you yield?" the busboy called after a particularly heavy barrage of bread ended with Cook getting pelted. "You got him in the side, yes he yields!" one of the waitstaff called back.
"Never!" Cook hollered. "You can take my life, but you will never take...MY BREADSTICKS! Come on, second!"
And suddenly the inside of Luke's was a hailtstorm of thrown foodstuffs as whatever scene they were acting out devolved into a massive food fight. Dinner rolls, breadsticks, tortillas being whipped through the air like frisbees...It was madness. Yeasty, baked madness.
Hardison just stood there for a moment, facepalming, before going to fix the Specials sign.
Today's Specials
Anything you want, just make these idiots cook something.
[No OCD!]
At ten paces, the two...combatants? (though Hardison was certain that Eliot would just call them idiots) spun around and started ripping off pieces of their baguettes and flinging them at each other. "Lee, do you yield?" the busboy called after a particularly heavy barrage of bread ended with Cook getting pelted. "You got him in the side, yes he yields!" one of the waitstaff called back.
"Never!" Cook hollered. "You can take my life, but you will never take...MY BREADSTICKS! Come on, second!"
And suddenly the inside of Luke's was a hailtstorm of thrown foodstuffs as whatever scene they were acting out devolved into a massive food fight. Dinner rolls, breadsticks, tortillas being whipped through the air like frisbees...It was madness. Yeasty, baked madness.
Hardison just stood there for a moment, facepalming, before going to fix the Specials sign.
Anything you want, just make these idiots cook something.
[No OCD!]