Luke's, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot hadn't slept well since Wednesday -- not that he'd been sleeping that well this last month or so in the first place -- so once he'd finished up some paperwork in the office at Luke's, he kicked the cook off the grill and started pan-frying up some potatoes.

And if he happened to be sipping a breakfast beer while he was at it, well. At

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Mod your service

[vdistinctive]

The servers were trying out fake southern accents.

Until Eliot glared them into submission.

Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

Be prepared for him to try to sell you on some sausage gravy.

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

"I want the cheese grits. And salmon," Parker decided, for her own reasons which were going to go unarticulated. "You can keep the beer, though."

Re: Talk to Eliot

[vdistinctive]

"Shrimp's more traditional," Eliot noted, even as he signaled the cook to get her fish ready. "You want a coffee?"

Re: Talk to Eliot

[whoisalicewhite]

"Mocha. Yes." Parker's manners were lacking this morning. She looked grumpy and badly rested. "...thank you." She sighed and perched her chin on one hand. Stupid dreams.

OOC

[vdistinctive]

My uncle brought that breakfast beer to Christmas this year.

Him: "Check it out, I've got beer brewed with scrapple!"
Us: *stares, looking vaguely appalled*
Him: "I mean, not just scrapple, like, maple syrup and things."
Us: *stares even harder*

That's what happens when you're the family weirdo who moved to Delaware.