Luke's, Friday

[lovemykilt]

The kitchen staff was arguing over who got to move into the freezer while they waited for the heatwave to end. The cook's main argument was that he was the most important member of the staff, bar Priestly, and thus by right of seniority, the freezer should be his. The dishwasher noted that the cook, used to standing over a hot stove all day, was used to heat and should be bothered by it all. The busboy's point that the dishwasher got to spend all day playing with water so he should get it didn't go over well with anyone at all.

Priestly's point that a) the freezer was more than large enough to house all of them and the army of penguins that may or may not have already taken up residence in the back with more than enough room to spare, and b) no one was allowed to move into his freezer, are you kidding? now get back to work ended the argument pretty succinctly, he thought.

Of course, then they just started bickering over the walk-in cooler instead.

Today's specials
Gazpacho
Chopped salad with feta, lime, and mint
Letting the kitchen staff dump a vat of frozen yogurt over your head

Luke's was open.

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[lovemykilt]

Wonder why the wait staff smells kinda tangy.

Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Come to think of it, so did Priestly. And his skin looked really well moisturized.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April strode in and pointed toward the sign. "What flavor fro-yo?"

She was actually wearing shorts, which was a pretty rare occurrence for her. It was disgusting out and she wanted fro-yo on her head.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"Vanilla and chocolate are the ones we have in bulk right now," Priestly said. "But if you wanted to wait, I could probably stir in some other flavoring before we dumped it on your head."

Priestly dug the shorts. April had some very nice legs on her.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Vanilla's good," she decided after a moment's pause. "Bet lemon would be good too, but I don't wanna wait."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"It's too hot out for waiting," Priestly said. "Hey, Cookie! Bring a vat of vanilla!"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"You're my favorite person today," April informed Priestly solemnly. "Congratulations."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"I'm honored," Priestly said. He wasn't even exaggerating much. He took a large, frosted metal pot from the cook and held it aloft. "You ready?"

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April glanced down at herself, checking for anything she might want to take off before getting ice cream dumped on her head. Apart from her phone, which she unceremoniously dropped to the floor and prodded to the side with her foot, she thought she was about ready.

She shut her eyes and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, hit me."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"Awesome." There was nothing quite like a hot girl willing to get really messy. Priestly tipped the vat. The frozen yogurt was soft and thick, sliding out in good sized clumps. "This would be even better if I could get a shower-height softserve machine in here."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

What about a scruffy Jensen Ackles who could cook? Those were pretty awesome too.

"Dude, do it," April said emphatically -- slightly muffled, because, you know, there was ice cream falling on her face. "I'd be in here in a bathing suit, like, every day."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"We could add extra nozzles for toppings," Priestly said. "Maybe hook it up so you could swirl flavors. . . ."

This idea totally had potential.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"You could make it a competitive eating thing for people, too," she added, tilting her head back as the last few drops started to drip from the bucket. "Like, swallow it all from the faucet without any spilling on the floor and you win a free meal."

Dirty, obviously.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"We'd be the most popular place in town the next time the sex fever thing happens."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"You were pretty popular last time around, too," April pointed out.

She flicked some fro-yo off her arm in Priestly's direction.

"Man," she said, looking down at her vanilla-drenched clothes. "Best shower ever."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Priestly was going to say something about his relative popularity over the sex week, but got a bit . . . sidetracked by the fro-yo flicking.

"Goddamn that's hot."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April smirked. "No, it's cold, dumbass."

That was an affectionate 'dumbass,' for the record. The smirk probably made it pretty apparent.

Also, the fact that she flicked some more at him. Look, this was a thing now. Apparently no one cared about the mess, so.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

The busboy might. He was the one who'd have to clean it up, later.

Priestly did a little air-rimshot. "I stand corrected." Then he swiped a bit of leftover fro-yo from the vat and flicked it back at her.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Well, he was an NPC, so his feelings didn't matter.

April opened her mouth to try to catch the fro-yo, but missed by a lot, and the yogurt landed in her hair. Eh, whatever. There was plenty of frozen yogurt there already.

"You know," April said thoughtfully as she ran her hands down her sides to collect some of the surplus yogurt, "if this is actually gonna be a battle, I'm way more, like, armed."

Since she was covered with it and all.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"True," Priestly noted. He looked around, set the empty vat to one side, and picked up the soda dispenser. "Just means I have to swap weapons."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"Wait, but then if I lick my arm, it'll be all vanilla-Coke-flavored," April objected.

Because she'd been planning on licking her arm, apparently. Well then.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

"I could use Sprite," Priestly offered. "If you're not a vanilla coke fan."

Re: Talk to Priestly

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah, okay."

That was easy.

Re: Talk to Priestly

[lovemykilt]

Priestly aimed the soda dispenser. "Well then, milady. En garde!"

And he let loose a short spray at her.

OOC

[lovemykilt]

Mmmmm, frozen yogurt.