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The kitchen staff was being weird again. This time they were huddled together, staring at him from around the head cook, who looked like he wanted to bolt at any second.

"What?" Eliot asked.

"We don't want you in the kitchen today," the cook said, managing to keep his voice from wobbling. "We can't concentrate when you're being terrifying."

Eliot set his jaw. His brows drew together into a remarkable angry V and his nostrils flared. The kitchen staff all took a collective step back.

"Get back," Eliot said very carefully. "To work."

They bolted for the kitchen door. Eliot rolled his eyes and leaned against the lunch counter.

Too terrifying to work in the kitchen. What a load of crap.

( Mild violence, bondage, and taser abuse ahead )

Luke's was not open, today.

[ooc: preplayed with the tremendous

whoisalicewhite and

age_of_the_geek, who've been remarkably patient with me driving my character crazy and having him take it out on theirs.]

Eliot didn't usually work the diner on Saturdays. On the other hand, his staff didn't usually have a combined age of "not old enough to vote", either.

When a fight broke out between the dishwasher and the cook, making the busboy, who was barely old enough to be out of diapers, today, burst into tears, he knew that -- well, he mostly knew he was really glad this particular event had passed him by, but also that someone was going to have to take charge.

Today's specials
~~baby fight club~~ Martial arts training for kids
Mac and cheese with hot dogs

If the kids were going to try to beat each other up, they might as well learn how to do it properly.*

* by which, of course, he meant channel their energy into something useful like sword fighting with pool noodles.