"THAT'S TOO MUCH ORANGE ZEST, ARE YOU BLIND?"

"GRAB THE BUTTER, YOU MORON!"

Vincent and the cook were watching the Food Network in the kitchen. Priestly sat on a counter behind them both, taking notes.

Eliot was avoiding the whole thing. And occasionally muttering about backseat chefs. And wondering when this weekend was going to end.

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So according to radio, there was a thing happening today. A thing that apparently involved, at the very least, multiple versions of the same person occupying the same space ( Read more... )

Much like the last time this event had taken place, it would appear to anyone who came to the community center tonight that whoever had been responsible for decorating for the reunion mixer actually had some taste. The decorations were simple - blue linen on the tables with gold flowers as centerpieces, and a notable lack of any tacky accoutrements ( Read more... )

The weather was still a little cloudy in the evening, but it was warm enough that hopefully people would still feel like partying. There was certainly enough food for a party, along with cool drinks and equipment for beach games like beach volleyball. Or beach dodgeball. Or beach something-else-with-balls because the residents and alumni of Fandom ( Read more... )

Priestly was all set to move to New Gotham. He'd found himself an apartment, with two roommates who seemed like decent enough people and didn't look like his identical twins. One that even allowed exotic pets, so Stevesie wouldn't have to be abandoned to Dean's tender mercies. He had his class schedule for the fall semester, and a list of books ( Read more... )

Kenzi had considered an 'apology special', but then decided FREE DRINKS IF I SET YOU ON FIRE would either scare people off or attract the wrong clientele. So:

POST WEIRD WEEKEND SPECIAL
AT LEAST WE WEREN'T IN A BALL PIT
$1 shots for everyone who got arrested or shot

The place might've once had a name -- might even still have one -- but as far as Eliot was concerned, it didn't need one. It had enough shadows to sink into after a job and the blackest coffee in town, and that was just fine for him ( Read more... )

The floor was wet. The freezer door had some sort of suspiciously tropical vegetation growing on either side of it. And Priestly was pretty sure that when he braved a peek inside, he'd spotted a penguin wearing sunglasses and being fanned by baby seals holding palm fronds ( Read more... )

So, angry Friday dude (yes, Priestly knew his actual name, he was a consumate professional diner manager, here) decided to do Ethiopian last week. Priestly couldn't have one of his employees showing him up in the fancy funky foreign food department ( Read more... )

Priestly was attempting to figure out what kind of paperwork you had to do when an employee died. It was generally easier than focusing on the fact that one of his employees had died -- and he'd found out about it by listening to the radio. So far, all he'd managed to turn up were piles of information about workmen's comp, which didn't really seem ( Read more... )