Luke's, Thursday

[betterthanaplan]

So. The last couple of weeks had been . . . exhausting. But things were maybe starting to look up again. So he was just going to throw himself wholeheartedly into running his diner today and not worry about his date night tonight with Lucifer.

Because why would that even be a worry? He and Lucifer were solid.

Anyway. Clearly it was another day for all the shrimps.

Today's specials
CATCH OF THE DAY!
Honey garlic shrimp
Bacon-wrapped shrimp with bourbon glaze
Bang bang shrimp pasta
Moroccan sweet and spicy shrimp
Pan-seared citrus shrimp
Paella

Luke's was open and OCD free.

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[mother_forker]

Oh. Like you didn't see this coming.

It was the smell coming from the restaurant that summoned her. How far away was she? It did not matter because she was coming towards Luke's and singing.

See the sign where it says there's shrimp?
It calls meeeeeee
And no one knoooooows
How far I'll goooooo!
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know
If I go, there's just no telling how far I'll go

She pushed open the door then headed to the specials board, that she touched oh-so-lovingly.

"I'll have one of everything please!" she called out. "And a margarita."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke vaguely remembered this girl from the last time he went balls-to-the-wall on the shrimp specials.

"Coming right up," he said. "Marg's on the house, since you're a fellow shrimp aficionado."

Who was he to tell a kid not to drink? He'd been selling booze at her age.

[mother_forker]

Ooooo.

"Is the free drink a one time thing or can I order multiple?"

She knew the answer but she'd always ask.

"Because it is my birthday."

It was so not her birthday.

[betterthanaplan]

"One free drink," Duke said, shaking his head with an amused smile. "Happy birthday."

[mother_forker]

"What if I told you I was royalty," Eleanor said pulling out her prom queen crown and putting on her head.

Hell yeah she was milking that title.

[betterthanaplan]

"Well, then I'd have to inform you that I'm a pirate, and not beholden to any monarchy," Duke said, grinning. "That's a great crown on you, though."

[mother_forker]

Eleanor let out a defeated sigh. "Then I'll guess I'll just have to settle for one free drink and a shirtload of gastric distress from devouring all the shrimp."

[betterthanaplan]

“That’s the spirit!” Duke teased. “You know, we serve shrimp even on days I don’t make a, uh, ‘shirt load’ of it for the specials.”

[mother_forker]

"But then it's not special. Duh," Eleanor pointed out.

[betterthanaplan]

"You only like shrimp when it's special?" Duke asked. He pressed his hand to his chest. "That hurts the shrimps."

[mother_forker]

"Shrimp are basically the cockroaches of the sea and have no feelings," Eleanor declared. "But they are totally delicious especially with clarified butter. So I have no problem eating them. If they did have feelings I'd... still totally eat them."

Because they're delicious. Especially with clarified butter.

[betterthanaplan]

"So it's only my shrimps that have to be special?" Duke asked. "Well. Fuck the shrimp, that hurts my feelings."

He was grinning. His feelings were not in the least bit hurt.

[mother_forker]

"I'm paying you money for specials. Doesn't that make you special?"

There's no log at work here.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke made a show of thinking that over. "I do like money," he said slowly.

[mother_forker]

“Too bad you’re giving me the margarita for free,” Eleanor pointed out. “No take backsies.”

[betterthanaplan]

"One free margarita, compared to some of every type of shrimp in here? I think I'll still come out alright."

[mother_forker]

"Well it's your profit margin, chef-dude," Eleanor said sitting down at the counter and rubbing her hands together like the greedy person she was. "Bring on the shrimpies!"