Luke's, Wednesday

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Eliot took one step into the diner today and promptly found himself flat on his ass.

This was . . . not his typical life experience. At least not without having been hit by something with incredible force. When he tried to stand up, his feet skidded across the weirdly slick floor.

The busboy slid out of the kitchen in socks, holding a broom. "Um," he said.

Eliot swiped his hand against the floor. It wasn't oil or grease. As far as he could tell there was nothing weird on the floor at all. "What did you guys do?"

"It's not our fault!" the busboy insisted, clutching the broom close to his chest. "It was like this when we came in!"

A raw turkey came sliding out of the kitchen, followed by excited cheering.

". . . We're just taking advantage of the situation."

Eliot sighed, climbing carefully to his feet. "I really hate you sometimes."

"I know."

Today's specials
Grilled salmon
Grilled vegetables
Grilled cheese
Basically anything from the outdoor grill

Luke's was open. Ish.

Comments

Mod your service

[vdistinctive]

The staff highly recommends outdoor seating today.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Now that he knows the floor is slick, he's managing to stay on his feet much better, thanks.

OOC

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