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Whoa what’s this

Blake glanced around as he walked, catching the eyes of a few members of their audience. Summer was the best time of year to come around to the diner, tourists were always buzzing around. “Especially us. We try our very best.” He hardly glanced over as James leaned on him, something he would usually rebel against by jabbing at his side or just stepping away and watch him have to rebalance his weight, but this was a show, he couldn’t jeopardize it. “And I, James, will be joining him.” But as a strike of realization went across his face, he scurried around to the other side of James, pushed him over by about a foot, then leaned on his shoulder much like James had been on him. “Now that that matter is resolved, my name is Blake, and I will be your waiter this evening.”

At least one out of the four looked mildly amused at their behaviour, but the rest were either perplexed or annoyed that they haven't been able to look at the menu yet. When Blake “"introduced himself,” they shared the same look of dawning realization and both scurried to get into their proper places, so to speak. On occasion, theatrics could be added, such as gasping and/or tripping over each other. James straightened up and nodded. “James, at your service,” he amended, bowing his entire upper half to the group. “Do take a chance to take a look at our dessert section and know, that no, I am not on the menu.” He grinned wider. 

Whoa what’s this

The looks on their faces were pure confusion. After all, it wasn’t like it was a nice restaurant, it wasn’t like they were dressed in suits, why all the fancy words? And this was just the beginning. “Are you new in town?” Blake figured he’d start the charade, and immediately one of the women started saying they were on vacation, and they heard about the diner. It was in most of the tourist guides for their area, Blake wasn’t surprised. He motioned to James and started walking towards one of the empty tables, figuring they could both take this group. After all, hardly anyone was there, and the regulars tended to enjoy watching this anyway.

James was the best actor he knew. These little scenarios were child’s play. His smile was warm and welcome, he pulled out chairs, set down menus, all the things he was supposed to do. Even Noah had sense what was about to happen, and he could see the manager across the restaurant looking on expectantly. A majoirty of the diners had turned to watch the spectacle as well. It was really no surprise that this particular diner was on a tourist guide. They had the best show around...to everybody BUT the tourists. “You should love it here. Everyone’s disturbingly nice around this area,” he said, flashing a grin as he moved to lean an elbow on Blake’s shoulder. “Anywho, I’m this evening’s waiter, Blake.”

Whoa what’s this

It wasn’t a very fast-moving day. There were a few regulars to smile to, a few jokes to be had at the other workers, but all in all so far it was uneventful. This wouldn’t be a problem, if he didn’t have the weekend off. He needed his dosage of weird, and so far he wasn’t getting it. When the little bell from the door jingled, however, he looked up from wiping the table and smirked at the sight of them. Tourists would be their entertainment for the day, and he glanced over at James. They had the same looks on their faces. He tucked the rag into his back pocket and fixed his jacket, moving towards the front of the restaurant and meeting the eyes of one of the tourists. “Welcome to this magnificent diner, table for four?” This would be fun.

The best friends were the ones who always knew exactly what you were thinking. At this point it was almost routine to harass the fresh new faces. And confuse the hell out of them. Usually they were good-natured about it, but they’d gotten a few complaints that the diner was hiring “hooligans” to serve their food. Unfortunately those complaints just got lost in the mass of the many other people saying how awesome they were. James brushed his hair back with his fingers, sliding over on the side of the group, opposite of Blake. “Right this way, ladies and gents. We’ve got the best spot in the house just for you.”

Ian snuggled closer, smiling happily and thinking. He pecked Jarrek’s nose, “All of them?” He pursed his lips, “But I think either picnicing under the stars or going out would be easiest…” he smiled, “If I can sell a whole lot of cupcakes, we could go to a musical or something.”

"...I will shove them all into one. Don't even test me," he said. "I'll get a truck with a bed and pile pillows and blankets into it, drive it illegally onto the beach, and we can just gorge ourselves on sandwiches and cheap champagne. Ooooooh I'm liking this idea."

Adne tried not to look extremely desperate to get to the coffee shop in under five minutes but she failed exceptionally. She ran down the street, anxious and excited all at once. When she spotted Eliza sprinting toward her, her arms flew around her, squeezing the life outta her. Not literally. "Oh my god, you're really here."