[ROTM] Mun Prompt
OOC: How this turned into a Flack/Danny Flack being nostalgic ficlet, I don't know, but I hope it still qualifies for the prompt. I think it does.
The diner was just around the corner from the precinct and was probably one of his favorite places in the world to eat. It was relatively clean for diners in the city, the food was good, so he liked hanging out there and grabbing a bite to eat.
He’d always loved diners, even as a kid. The way the smells all lingered together in the room and just floated between the smoking and non-smoking section. Well, everything was non-smoking nowadays, but back then, when his dad used to take him, the smell of cigarette smoke would sneak in from the other side of the room as the air circulated through the building, mixing in with the smell of the food. It was one of the things he missed now that the laws had been changed, but the food still smelled good.
When his dad would take him, he would get to sit in the booth, wedged between the other officers on the job, laughing and joking about the day that was behind them and the day ahead, and that was one of the reasons he wanted to join the force. He knew what family felt like-he felt it every day at home, that was never lacking. But he didn’t know of another job that had that same tight knit feeling of family. He knew he wasn’t going to find another career that was going to make him feel at home the same way he when he was wedged between those uniforms in the diner booth, listening to the stories and the teasing coming from men who had more of a responsibility on their shoulders than he could ever imagine. It was the smells of that diner that brought him back to that place when he was a kid, and that was probably why he loved coming here more than anything else.
It was the smells he was taking in as he and Danny slid into the cracked leather booths on the side of the room, looking out the window to see the people walking by on the street. It wasn’t until long after the waitress had taken their orders that Danny spoke up, giving Flack a look.
“I still don’t know why you like coming here, man,” Danny shrugged. “Food’s alright, but you think you’d eat something without grease every once in a while.”
Flack shrugged, “It’s close to the precinct. Easy access.”
“Well, so is the Chinese place across the street,” Danny smirked slightly, before looking at him. “What’s so special about here?”
Flack just shrugged and looked out the window again, popping a french fry in his mouth as their food arrived. “Place has got character.”
“Character?” Danny said, giving him a look. “This place has got character?”
“You don’t know anything about character, Messer,” he replied, giving Danny a look. “Don’t bother pretending you do.”
“Character,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I don’t see it.”
Flack shook his head, before picking up his sandwich. “Just forget it, Messer. Wanna stop coming here, don’t let me pick the place.”
“Nah, see, I like it when you pick the place,” Danny said with a smirk, before starting to dig into his own food. “It’s my arteries that have the problem.”
“Then start running,” Flack smirked. “Or order a salad.”
“Salad?” Danny laughed. “Now you’re talkin’ crazy.”
Flack just grinned back at him, before they moved on to lighter topics. Maybe Danny wasn’t exactly one of those larger than life figures that he had seen when he was a kid, but the feeling was all the same. They were family. Nothing more, and nothing less.
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The diner was just around the corner from the precinct and was probably one of his favorite places in the world to eat. It was relatively clean for diners in the city, the food was good, so he liked hanging out there and grabbing a bite to eat.
He’d always loved diners, even as a kid. The way the smells all lingered together in the room and just floated between the smoking and non-smoking section. Well, everything was non-smoking nowadays, but back then, when his dad used to take him, the smell of cigarette smoke would sneak in from the other side of the room as the air circulated through the building, mixing in with the smell of the food. It was one of the things he missed now that the laws had been changed, but the food still smelled good.
When his dad would take him, he would get to sit in the booth, wedged between the other officers on the job, laughing and joking about the day that was behind them and the day ahead, and that was one of the reasons he wanted to join the force. He knew what family felt like-he felt it every day at home, that was never lacking. But he didn’t know of another job that had that same tight knit feeling of family. He knew he wasn’t going to find another career that was going to make him feel at home the same way he when he was wedged between those uniforms in the diner booth, listening to the stories and the teasing coming from men who had more of a responsibility on their shoulders than he could ever imagine. It was the smells of that diner that brought him back to that place when he was a kid, and that was probably why he loved coming here more than anything else.
It was the smells he was taking in as he and Danny slid into the cracked leather booths on the side of the room, looking out the window to see the people walking by on the street. It wasn’t until long after the waitress had taken their orders that Danny spoke up, giving Flack a look.
“I still don’t know why you like coming here, man,” Danny shrugged. “Food’s alright, but you think you’d eat something without grease every once in a while.”
Flack shrugged, “It’s close to the precinct. Easy access.”
“Well, so is the Chinese place across the street,” Danny smirked slightly, before looking at him. “What’s so special about here?”
Flack just shrugged and looked out the window again, popping a french fry in his mouth as their food arrived. “Place has got character.”
“Character?” Danny said, giving him a look. “This place has got character?”
“You don’t know anything about character, Messer,” he replied, giving Danny a look. “Don’t bother pretending you do.”
“Character,” Danny said, shaking his head. “I don’t see it.”
Flack shook his head, before picking up his sandwich. “Just forget it, Messer. Wanna stop coming here, don’t let me pick the place.”
“Nah, see, I like it when you pick the place,” Danny said with a smirk, before starting to dig into his own food. “It’s my arteries that have the problem.”
“Then start running,” Flack smirked. “Or order a salad.”
“Salad?” Danny laughed. “Now you’re talkin’ crazy.”
Flack just grinned back at him, before they moved on to lighter topics. Maybe Danny wasn’t exactly one of those larger than life figures that he had seen when he was a kid, but the feeling was all the same. They were family. Nothing more, and nothing less.
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