geniuswithasmartphone | Luke's Diner, Thursday

Ugh. That jerky white kid was back at the house again this morning. After the...issue...that had arisen when Alec, Jerkface, and Weird Girl had woken up sharing a bed, Alec had been more than happy to spend all of yesterday avoiding them, even if that had meant participating in the paintball thing. But he hadn't had any of his fake credit cards or IDs on him, so he'd ended up going back to the house last night.

To find Jerkface also there. Ugh. And he thought Weird Girl might have been around, too, but she was fast and kinda creepy, so it wasn't like he'd gone looking.

So Alec was out of the house as soon as he was up (at the crack of noon!), casually swiping one of the expensive laptops that had been lying around. Maybe if he could hack into that (maybe? HA!), he could get himself an ID and a cash stream and away from the house. Before Jerkface could decide to beat him up for, like, existing or whatever.

The sign on the restaurant's window caught his eye:

Today's Specials
Yeah, we know you don't have money. Come in and get a meal and pay us back next week. Unless you're Eliot, Hardison, Miguel, or ~~Kanan~~ Caleb. You gotta work.
Spaghetti and Meatballs
Crockpot Chicken Noodle Soup
Shrimp Fajitas (You're welcome, adults)

Free food? Ish? Alec was going to worry about why he was singled out later. He was going in to peel some potatoes and get a huge helping of spaghetti and meatballs.

[Content Warning for a physical fight in the Eliot/Hardison thread with underlying homophobic tones. Please practice good self-care when deciding whether to read, my dears.]

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The cook and the dishwasher shoved Eliot unceremoniously into the freezer with an order to "cool off, idiot".

The cold air was certainly a shock, but no, Eliot didn't feel any cooler headed. He attacked the shelves, grabbing ice cream and packages of frozen meat and hurling them at the wall. He kicked the closed freezer door and yelled, then pounded on it until his hands were scraped and bloody, and he finally let himself slide to the floor.

Jesus. He didn't even know why he was so mad. That guy wasn't the first snot-nosed asshole to imply . . . things . . . about Eliot.

He hadn't met any of them while naked in bed, though.

He reached for his neck, only to remember at the last moment that waking up naked meant he didn't have any of his own clothes or jewelry right now. Instead he pulled at his hair, resting his forehead on his knees.

Willie was going to be so pissed at him for this.

"What are you doing?" said a voice from behind him, sounding bewildered and a little scared.

Oh great, cool, the weird girl was here to witness his humiliation. Why not, she was there yesterday morning, too.

"Testing the security," he said, shooting her a glare. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Doing what you said I shouldn't do," Parker retorted, voice sharp. She had a snowball in one hand, but an icicle in the other, looking ready to use either.

"What." It took Eliot a moment to parse that. "Oh. The bear. Great. Maybe we can get it to eat me instead."

"Well, that. It just ignores me mostly." With the occasional whuffle of exasperation. "And you were wrecking stuff. That cost someone money that didn't grow on trees!" And now he was sitting in the snow waiting to be eaten. "What is going on?"

"Jesus. Did I really sound like that?" Like his old man, he meant. "You shoulda just punched me. Might've saved me some trouble."

Parker rocked from foot to foot, really, super-completely-uncomfortable with the look on Jock Guy's face. "What?" Okay, so. "No, what?"

"Leave me alone." He was in the midst of a truly epic teenage snit. The self-pity was thick as paste over here. "Just -- go find Santa or whatever."

"Fine. I will." Parker threw the snowball at him, because he was being a brat.

And god help him, Eliot scooped up a handful of snow and threw one back at her.

Never mind that he literally just told her to punch him. Nope.

This boy was all class.

So, so, stupid. Parker considered throwing the icicle, but settled for a bigger amount of powdery snow while shrieking at the top of her lungs.

Eliot roared back, not even trying to block the snow being hurled at him while he returned fire.

. . . Okay, so this actually probably was going to help. In the short term, anyway.

"Jerk! Jock! Jerky jock! Pendejo cabeza!" And that was another snowball, along with some more obscenities, possibly in Spanish, maybe Portuguese, even if Archie said that was not the way to handle anger.

"Fine!" Eliot yelled back. "I'm an asshole! You think I don't know that? Jesus, just fuck off!"

Parker sucked in a breath of cold air, and then shouted, "YOU ARE A WEIRDO TOO!" One more snowball for the road. And then she started stomping off for the horizon. "I am not bringing you back a polar bear cub!"

"I HOPE THAT POLAR BEAR EATS YOUR ENTIRE HEAD!" Eliot screamed back.

He was going to hate himself so much when he was back to normal.

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