Luke's, Monday

[vdistinctive]

The Luke's staff was having a lot of fun with the mistletoe today. All the hot young things who worked the dining room were cheerfully giving each other kisses, all across the scale of platonic to romantic to sexy, and the kitchen staff wasn't doing half-bad, either. In fact, the dishwasher was apparently the one to catch under the mistletoe this year, with the little plants doing loops to round people up and herd them over to him. There was a small line formed when Eliot came out of his office to check on the lunch rush, but when three of the plants started making a beeline for him, the dishwasher reached up and plucked them out of the air.

"Nah, he's basically married. Like, twice over. Leave him be."

That was . . . a surprisingly rational response from his kitchen staff. Eliot nodded his thanks as he went to check on the stock in dry storage.

"He's way less fun now that he doesn't flinch every time you say the 'm' word," the busboy told the cook. "We're going to have to find new ways to taunt him."

Ah. There it was.

Today's specials
Ambrosia salad
Butter-fried oysters
Double-chocolate mocha brownies

Luke's was open and ocd free.

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Miguel dodged around a tendril of the mistletoe and slammed the door on it - then opened the door, swatted it out, and closed the door between it and him. "Please tell me this stuff goes away in a day like the rest."

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"Always has before," Eliot said. "Ya just need to ride it out."

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"The stuff's been grabbing at me all day," Miguel bitched. He gave it a dirty look through the window, then headed for the counter. "I just wanted to stop in and apologize about Saturday. After that time as a kid, I sort of lost track of the days. I'd like to say it won't happen again, but..."

He shrugged at the mistletoe, which - seriously, the stuff was inside, too? "Don't think I won't buy weedkiller," he threatened.

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"It'd only come back stronger," Eliot said. "Don't worry about it. Everyone 'round here has times when they're not gonna be able to come into work for one reason or another."

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"Thanks," Miguel said. The mistletoe tried for him again, and he held up a hand to fend it off.

"So how have you been, pushy plants notwithstanding?"

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"Can't complain," Eliot said. "'Course, that pretty much means any day now we're gonna be screwed. . . ."

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"Law of averages?" Miguel guessed.

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"Something like that. We're gonna get hit with something a lot uglier than obnoxious plants by the time the year is out."

[what_the_shock]

"You sound pretty sure about that." Which had Miguel concerned.

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"I've lived here a long time."

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"Are there signs to when things happen?" Miguel asked.

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"Before they start?" Eliot shook his head. "Nah, not so I've noticed. They're just kinda . . . cyclical."

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"And it's about time for one?" Miguel guessed. "Any cycle to what they are?"

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Eliot thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, not so much. Last coupla winters were bad, but the alien abduction was in the summer, and the elder god mess was spring."

[what_the_shock]

"...I probably shouldn't have asked."

[vdistinctive]

"You stick around long enough, you'll know just what I mean."