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fandomtownies2017-01-19 04:42 am
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Luke's Diner, Thursday
"Nana...Nana, it's January," Hardison protested. Half-heartedly, really. He knew when his foster mother could be talked around and when she could not. This was definitely one of the latter situations. "Your chest hurts in the cold, remember?"
"I marched on Washington once, Alec." Nana's voice was crisp over the speakerphone, brooking absolutely no nonsense. "And I'm fixin' to do it again. And the first time was back when I had a lot more to worry about than just the cold." Celeste Tafiya had been a freedom rider in her youth, had met her husband when they'd been arrested together in Birmingham, and while she'd never actually met Congressman Lewis, she hadn't taken well to the comments the President Elect had made about him.
"Nana, I don't like the idea of you goin' alone--"
"Alone?" There was a sharp bark of a laugh. "Even if you're NOT countin' the twenty thousand people who are already gonna be there, I'm bringin' a whole group from church. We got us a huge chunk of the congregation, includin' most of the younger generation. Folks came home from school from this, even little Taneisha Porter, who is up at Harvard an' studyin' to be a lawyer. Her aunts are tickled pink when they talk about her. We had to charter a bus! And you'd better believe I'm sittin' in the front of it!"
Hardison sighed, rubbing his forehead. "But Nana--"
"Bo 'buts,' Alec. I'm a woman grown an' I make my own choices. You notice I don't go interferin' in what YOU do, dontcha?" Faintly, Hardison heard a honking noise. "No time to keep jawin' with you. That's the bus, I gotta go. Give my love to Parker an' Eliot an' I'll talk to you sometime this weekend. Sooner if I get arrested! Bye now!" And before he could get another word in, she'd hung up the phone.
Groaning, Hardison looked up--only to be confronted by the busboy, the cook, and the dishwasher, all staring at him with hearts in their eyes. "What?" he asked.
"Was that Nana?" the busboy asked. "She is so cool. Do you think Eliot will give us tomorrow off so we can go march with her?"
Hardison just groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Today's Specials (Inspired by the Obamas' last state dinner)
Sweet Potato Agnolotti with Butter and Sage
Warm Butternut Squash Salad with Frisee and Pecorino di New York
Beef Braciola Pinwheel with Horseradish Gremolata and Broccoli Rabe
Green Apple Crostata with Thyme Caramel and Buttermilk Gelato
Farewell and thanks for eight years of service
"I marched on Washington once, Alec." Nana's voice was crisp over the speakerphone, brooking absolutely no nonsense. "And I'm fixin' to do it again. And the first time was back when I had a lot more to worry about than just the cold." Celeste Tafiya had been a freedom rider in her youth, had met her husband when they'd been arrested together in Birmingham, and while she'd never actually met Congressman Lewis, she hadn't taken well to the comments the President Elect had made about him.
"Nana, I don't like the idea of you goin' alone--"
"Alone?" There was a sharp bark of a laugh. "Even if you're NOT countin' the twenty thousand people who are already gonna be there, I'm bringin' a whole group from church. We got us a huge chunk of the congregation, includin' most of the younger generation. Folks came home from school from this, even little Taneisha Porter, who is up at Harvard an' studyin' to be a lawyer. Her aunts are tickled pink when they talk about her. We had to charter a bus! And you'd better believe I'm sittin' in the front of it!"
Hardison sighed, rubbing his forehead. "But Nana--"
"Bo 'buts,' Alec. I'm a woman grown an' I make my own choices. You notice I don't go interferin' in what YOU do, dontcha?" Faintly, Hardison heard a honking noise. "No time to keep jawin' with you. That's the bus, I gotta go. Give my love to Parker an' Eliot an' I'll talk to you sometime this weekend. Sooner if I get arrested! Bye now!" And before he could get another word in, she'd hung up the phone.
Groaning, Hardison looked up--only to be confronted by the busboy, the cook, and the dishwasher, all staring at him with hearts in their eyes. "What?" he asked.
"Was that Nana?" the busboy asked. "She is so cool. Do you think Eliot will give us tomorrow off so we can go march with her?"
Hardison just groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Sweet Potato Agnolotti with Butter and Sage
Warm Butternut Squash Salad with Frisee and Pecorino di New York
Beef Braciola Pinwheel with Horseradish Gremolata and Broccoli Rabe
Green Apple Crostata with Thyme Caramel and Buttermilk Gelato
Farewell and thanks for eight years of service
Mod Your Service
Talk to Hardison
(Not that he didn't think it was entirely deserved)
Re: Talk to Hardison
She came in on her lunch break from the post office, and looked over the specials board.
"My world didn't have an Obama," she noted. "Sometimes I wonder if that's part of why we got invaded."
It wasn't. But it was at least likely that Obama wouldn't have run off to be a farmer after the invasion happened.
Re: Talk to Hardison
When his Nana had marched, the Obamas wouldn't even have been allowed through the front door. And now they owned the place. It was amazing.
"Though I ain't so sure he'd've been able to hold off a whole invasion," Hardison said. "'Specially not with this current Congress."
Re: Talk to Hardison
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Re: Talk to Hardison
He thought about some of the people his crew had taken down over the years and shook his head. "What's it like now, back home for you?"
OOC