Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

"We might be a little slow today," the busboy warned Eliot when he came into the diner. "The cook's turned into a sheep."

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"Right." Eliot sighed and reached for an apron. "Guess the paperwork can wait."

"Um," said the dishwasher, raising his hand. "Can — can I cook this time?"

Eliot raised an eyebrow. ". . . Sure, alright."

Today's specials
Classic Moroccan pastilla
Tajine with lamb and mango
Chebakia

"Really?!" The busboy was trying to shield the cook's eyes from seeing the specials board. "Lamb?!"

"Maaaaahhhhhh," said the cook.

"He knows what he did," said the dishwasher.

Luke's was open.

Comments

Mod your service

[vdistinctive]

Don't mind the sheep carrying your menus in its mouth. The cook wants to stay useful.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

He's a little sad he doesn't have an excuse anymore to avoid this paperwork.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus was still checking that causeway every day to see if it'd bring him back to Faerun. Even with Taako here to help break whatever weird retail curse placed on them, yes.

But today he was stopping off to get some food on his way back to Nathan's place. "Wow, that must be some really fresh meat," he said, continuing the trend of his people in not saying hello or goodbye.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Eliot lived with a woman who just seemed to teleport everywhere on top of not saying hello or goodbye. He didn't even blink.

"The sheep's an employee," he said. "Not the main course."

"Maaaaaaaahhhhh!" agreed the cook.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[magnusrushesin]

Magnus eyed him again. "Well, I guess it's very inclusive hiring practices."

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Eliot could explain the whole "the island likes to turn you into things" thing, but . . . nahhhh.

"We're an equal opportunity employer," he said, completely deadpan. "We hire whomever is best qualified for the job, regardless of age, sex, religion, gender, gender expression, species. . . ."

Actually they hired whomever Eliot happened to take pity on in the moment and agreed to actually show up. Still, equal opportunity.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hopefully, Magnus could fight and talk at the same time. For somebody watching a fistfight with involving his boyfriend, Hardison seemed very chill about the whole thing. Probably because this was hardly the first--or fiftieth--time he'd seen it happen.

"So, like, y'all picked a fight over cups?" Hardison asked. "That's what I think I heard the busboy say. Do I even wanna know?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[magnusrushesin]

Talking was a free action!

"Yep!" Magnus said cheerfully. "I don't really think the cups suck. They're actually pretty nice."

Thanks, Magnus. Thanks.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"So y'all both wanted to fight and the cups made a decent excuse?" Hardison translated.

He'd spent years with Eliot. He knew how this worked by now.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy heard a ruckus outside her window and opened it, sticking her head out. Just in time to see her...daaaaaaaaaaEliot...let some guy run into his fist. "Eliot!" she yelled. "The hell is going on out there?"

Look at this. Now the kids were involved.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"He insulted our cups," Eliot said without looking up.

Yes, that was a terrible reason to get into a fight. But the real reason, "because we both wanted to", wasn't a lot better.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[spin_kick_snap]

"Oh shit, did you get whacked in the head?" Kathy asked, concerned now. Because a concussion was the only explanation for Eliot saying the phrase He insulted our cups and expecting that to make sense.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

That was assuming Eliot thought it was going to make sense.

"Nope," Eliot answered cheerfully. "This guy's barely even touched me yet."

Seriously. It was kind of disappointing.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison had been dropping by to annoy bother visit with his boyfriend in a nice, leisurely fashion, only to be shoved out into the alley by a nervous-looking sheep. There were so many questions he had about what was go on (so many), but hopefully a succinct, "The hell?" would sum it up nicely.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"Not now, Hardison," Eliot said. "I'm working."

And grinning from ear to ear. The life of a basically-married-small-business-owner-and-father was great and all, but he missed getting roughed up on the regular.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison saw the grin, sighed, and went back into the diner long enough to drag a chair out. If there was going to be fighting--with possibly some sexy shirtless times or whatever--he wanted a front-row seat. A few minutes later, the sheep came out, a tray holding a bottle of orange soda and a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously in its mouth.

"Workin', huh?" he asked, taking the try before it all crashed to the ground. "That's what the kids callin' it these days?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"Hey man, just 'cause I don't have any classes this session ain't gonna stop me from teaching some young punk a lesson."

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker appeared while the fight was ongoing, and said, "Do you want me to go get a hose?"

For making them stop, or making them wet, that was up to Hardison. Parker just got here, she trusted him to make the call.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I keep hopin' for cookin' oil, actually," Hardison said lazily. "Either because it'll be hot or it'll be hilarious."

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker snickered. "Water would turn this into a mud fight." Which could be kinda like mud wrestling? "Eliot might bitch about wasting cooking stuff." The more she thought of it, the more she kinda liked this. "Who's the flailing guy?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

The next time Eliot looked over, he might see Parker sitting next to Hardison. With a bowl of popcorn.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Eliot gave her a lazy, faintly blood-tinted grin and winked.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker smirked, then winked back at him, and popped another piece into her mouth. She made a show of looking him over, then called, "Are you going to need help washing up after this?" 'Cause she'd be really okay with helping.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"I mean," Eliot said. "Ain't gonna say no if you're offerin'."

OOC

[vdistinctive]

Me: "You know, I bet this creative rut I'm in is because I've got my life too together. I thrive on chaos."

*stays up late one night and skips her nightly pre-bed routine, just to shake things up*

*is thrown off and useless for an entire week, with a creative output still hovering around zero*

*is a genius, clearly*