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geniuswithasmartphone) wrote2018-06-07 01:05 am
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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, orKanan 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.]
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:
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
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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Lying didn't have much of a point to it when your teacher could tell anyway.
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He blinked down at the plate that was set in front of him.
"Dumb, or desperate," he mused. "Maybe lonely. Still doesn't make it the right thing to do, though."
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He picked up one of his tortillas. "Here, like this," he showed Caleb. "Just pick whatever you want to put in it. The shrimp are shelled, at least. Put it in like this, then you roll it - turn one side then the other, then roll from the other end and it usually holds better."
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Lying because they felt like it. That seemed like something he might have to keep an eye out for.
The Jedi were sort of more about 'certain points of view' than outright lies.
"Okay, just... whatever?" He looked over the ingredients, recognizing exactly none of them. "... Maybe I'll try a little of everything."
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That would be bad.
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"Okay, thanks," Caleb said, following along, and then starting to dish out each item into his fajita, though he was pausing to sample this and that before it went in. The shrimp was the meat for the whole thing, so they went in anyway. The sour cream wasn't bad, and the rice was... rice. He actually did know rice. The beans, too, though they weren't prepared in any way that he recognized. The peppers were interesting, and he reached for a little green one, holding it up and squinting at it curiously.
Don't do it, Caleb.
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"That one's spicy," Miguel warned him. He didn't stop him, though; maybe the guy liked it.
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"I don't have much experience with spicy," he admitted. "It's all been pretty simple food my whole life."
With the occasional bit of fruit for variety. Mmm, fruit.
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"If you're sure?"
Caleb Dume, who was going to have his braid dyed pink because he'd been goaded into it by a pushy girl, was absolutely not going to back down from this one. Not now that he'd been encouraged to do it.
"Do you like them?"
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... Okay, that wasn't so...
So...
Very slowly and deliberately, with maybe the slightest hint of urgency in his eyes, Caleb was now reaching for the water.
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Seriously, he was trying not to facepalm here. "I wasn't lying either, you know."
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And then popped a couple of ice cubes into his mouth for good measure.
He was fine.
This was clearly the minor emergency that had him completely manage to miss what was going on over on the other side of the diner, right here.
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He just pushed his toward Caleb, too, and waved a little urgently for more.
"Why would you even do that?" Monosyllables weren't going to deter him from asking.
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He knocked back Miguel's water too. And then just kind of took a moment to rest his forehead on the table.
"I need bacta for my mouth."
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And that was the last time Caleb would ever reach for a jalapeno.
"But," he said, "now I know?"
Yes. Very well.
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That was the worst burrito ever, Caleb.
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"I can never be trusted with Earth food again."
That was the real takeaway, here.
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