Over Easy, Saturday

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Just do whatever you have to to keep the glitter out of the food," Raiden told his staff. "It's not food grade and it's going to be a texture problem." Don't ask him how he knew.

"But this is the perfect time for--"

Raiden saw what the cook who had protested was holding and cut him off. "You're right. I'll allow it."

Special
Try Any Of Our Pancakes Or Waffles With Sparkle Syrup!

Cocktail Special
Jaws' Breakfast

Over Easy is open!

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[totalwildcard]

Harley barged in, covered in glitter from head to toe, a baseball bat clutched in one hand and various little scrapes all down her arms.

"This is where ya got brunch, right?" she asked, breathless and over-excited. She looked like she'd been having the time of her life.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Sure is!" Raiden confirmed. "You came to the right place!" And looked like she might have been working up an appetite. "Hi! I'm Raiden."

[totalwildcard]

"Harley!" Harley replied, complete with a little bounce because her excitable energy was off the charts right now. Even if she did then follow it up with a curious tilt of her head, and a little finger point in his direction. "Wait, why've I got this image of you soarin' through the air?"

Because she'd launched him into the air at shenanigans, but remembering all those details wasn't her forte at the best of times.

"Can ya fly, or did I just hallucinate fun stuff again?"

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, right!" Raiden also did not have the best memory in the world. "I can fly! I have wings, but they aren't out right now. And they weren't out the other day, either, that was the bouncy thing. That was fun!"

[totalwildcard]

Harley gasped, her eyebrows going way up to a comical degree.

"You got wings?! Really?"

Her attention span typically fared ever worse than her memory, yeah.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Yeah," Raiden reiterated. "I mean, I'm a Nephilim." Not everybody knew what that was, Raiden. "But like I said, they're put away right now, and I'd have to take off my shirt to show you." Which seemed unprofessional.

[totalwildcard]

"So take it off!" said Harley, ever solution oriented.

With absolutely no concept of "professional" nor, perhaps more importantly, of "appropriate".

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Okay!" Raiden immediately started taking off his shirt, because professionalism was overrated, anyway, and once it was off released his giant, black*, feathery wings. One of them knocked over a chair, oops. "See?"

*with a few orange feathers scattered throughout, because signature color

[totalwildcard]

"Holy beep!" Harley said, not even registering that she'd actually said 'beep' because she cursed way too much to not already be used to the heavy-handed censorship by now, and also because there was something much more important at hand.

Like full on gawking at the wings. She jumped in place a little bit again. "Oh my God! Wings! Actual wings! Like some giant magnificent bird!"

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well, not--I guess kinda, yeah," Raiden allowed, turning his head to look at one of his wings. It did have all the feathers and all.

Thank the gods that unlike Arden he could still eat chicken.

[totalwildcard]

Maybe some way later time, Harley was going to look back on this and lament that she hadn't taken a single second to appreciate the rest of the view.

But then again, maybe not. Because there were wings.

"Touch?" she... asked? She'd already lifted up one hand, sending a little puff of glitter into the air with the movement alone. "Can I? Or is that rude? I dunno what the rules are, is it way too personal, like puttin' your hand on the back of someone's neck?"

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, I don't mind," Raiden said. He wasn't one of those 'the wings are so ~sensitive~' romantasy guys. How those guys even flew was a mystery. "Just don't move the feathers around too much. That feels kinda weird."

[totalwildcard]

"Okay!" Harley said, with no further questions asked before she moved closer and reached out to actually touch the feathers.

And, despite her general over-excited vibe, she was gentle. No moving the feathers around, no attempts to tug at anything, just her fingertips brushing over them, although probably getting glitter over everything in the process.

"... Okay I don't know why I expected 'em to feel different. They're feathers."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Yeah," Raiden agreed. Except now they were sparkly feathers. "They sure are. I never really think about 'em much," he admitted. "Did you come in for brunch, or just to get out of the glitter?"

[totalwildcard]

"Hmh?" Harley hummed, as she let her hand fall again - and then the inquisitive look on her face brightened almost immediately. "Oh! Brunch, please! What do ya got? I'll take everything."

She could be an easy customer sometimes.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well, here's our handwavey menu," Raiden said, handing one over, "plus we're running a special today on a, uh, glitter syrup for any of the sweet dishes. Not--it's not the glitter from outside," he assured her. "It's food grade glitter. It came that way."