Completed OOC
WHO: Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie, "Jimmy Olsen"/Nightwing knightprodigy
WHAT: MMM DINNERTIME. Because Shadhavars are a little tricky to catch, and superheroes come a bit easier.
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Evening -- day after this thread.
( insert many cusswords here )
WHAT: MMM DINNERTIME. Because Shadhavars are a little tricky to catch, and superheroes come a bit easier.
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Evening -- day after this thread.
( insert many cusswords here )
Alright, maybe just the mention of ramen, and it wasn't heartbreak as much as the realization that dinner wouldn't be so easy after all. But everything was relative, or some shit like that.
He'd known it was too good to be true.
"Just the best motherfuckin' noodles!" he confirmed, general enthusiasm overshadowing, as usual, everything else. He spun on his heel and shoved his way back into the kitchen, leaving Olsen to pick one of the tables or stand awkwardly around or whatever the guy was into. Jan could still ramble loudly at him from behind the serving window, so it worked well enough for him.
"Bet you think I'm kidding about the scurvy," was the topic of choice, and it came accompanied by the banging of various kitchen utensils. Jan wasn't a complete asshole all the time, he could still give a guy a meal while he was deciding whether or not to take a chunk out of him after all. "But seriously, I saw this one bitch? I swear to fuck, her whole goddamn arm just peeled off. S'what happens when you got scurvy, right? Some shit like that? Hey, you want chicken in this shit?"
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