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tonyangello:

“So according to Tmz my ex-wife is contemplating relocating to a quiet town just outside New York. Jeez if she heads here I gonna have a meltdown. I can’t cope with this kinda drama.”

        “ Well that sounds pretty bad. Hope she doesn’t either. I hate martial drama. And ex-wives. “    As if he had one.   “ However, if you’re ex is a hot celeb in the eyes of TMZ, and she does come here, send her my way, I’ll take care of all the problems. “   

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georgiagreen:

The scene the young man was met with was one of mild panic. Alright, it was high panic. Sat opposite Georgia in the diner booth was her friend, looking nothing short of Wario after being stung by a bee. Blotchy red face, puffed cheeks, and to top it off, hyperventilating into what seemed to be a paper doggy bag. “Yes, I have a question,” Georgia piped in, looking mildly panicked herself. “Did you put pepper in these cheese fries? Like, any kind of pepper — black, cayenne, chili? Cause she’s like, super deadly allergic to it.”

         He looked at the two in the booth in front of him. What a sight this was. How blessed he must be to have to deal with this situation.   “I assure you, there are no peppers on those fries. I have no idea what your friend ate and I would think she’d carry an insulin shot if sh was allergic to all peppers. considering they’re everywhere.“   What did he do to deserve this?   He let out a deep sigh, taking out the phone in his pocket.   “ Would you like me to call someone? “   He panned, obviously not freaking out like her.

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avarcyes:

Ava looked at him with wide brow eyes, both impressed and in awe with his talent. “I’m so excited I get to tell you how good it is.” She chimed out, almost vibrating in her seat as she took another bite and smiled wide. “I own a bakery and pies have always been rather difficult for me. My mom relentlessly tried to show me how to bake them but I could never get them this good, I’m sure she would have loved this too.” There was a pause as she almost wanted to ask him the ingredients and the stepped he’d taken to do his masterpiece. Those who baked, especially this good, always fascinated her but she was suddenly aware that she’d pulled him away from him work. A little nod was given then, smiling in turn. “I would love another piece, thank you. I don’t want to keep you any longer but maybe when you have some time, I can come back and you can talk to me about the pie?” Her features had turned into something childlike, hoping that he wouldn’t turn her down. While it was just food, to someone who made her life on it, she couldn’t help but feel both passionate and intrigued with this pie. “If that’s okay, of course.”

           Her amusement was causing him to smile. Luke fed off of people liking the things he made. And surely, this was just a pie and pies weren’t even his strong suit, but he was glad she liked it. She asked for him to show her another day. Well, Luke’s hated giving out his recipes, but he loved to teach. besides, he was no pie maker. he couldn’t give less of a shit if someone stole his pie recipe. in fact, it came from college so it wasn’t even his.   He let out a deep chuckle and looked around the place. There weren’t many people around, and he had a couple people in the back to cook with him. It wasn’t him against the world.   “ Well, I’m always pleasured to be around someone also passionate about cooking, and I assure you I am no baker, but it’s be a pleasure to tell you a few things about the pie. Honestly, I just learned it in college, it wasn’t even the culinary food I studied. “   He shrugged, for once in his life being humble about something.

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claudmerwin:

Claudia couldn’t say that she was at all surprised by his response, even more than that she was completely amused but tried to hide it behind a serious expression. “Wait, did you just call me totally insane?” The blonde girl scoffed as if genuinely offended by the man’s words. “I’m like 5′4″ and weigh like one hundred pounds. How do you figure I’d hurt you?” She posed the question with a challenging tone as a quirk of her brow followed. “Besides, I was mainly talking to your dog.”

       He adjusts his sunglasses and shakes his head.   “ You could be any size and insane, and still do a fair amount of damage. I’d like to stay right here, thank you. “   He was actually frightened, but her request was odd and he hated strangers, and most certainly didn’t want to step onto the property of one’s. So he’d be continuing on his walk. Even when she addressed his dog, he looked down at Stanley, who was sniffing the grass, unknowing of the conversation.   “ While he is more friendly than me, he will not be coming, either. Sorry to disappoint. “

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sarah-bluth:

According to Sarah, life’s too short to be serious all the time. The life was much more easier when you didn’t take everything to the heart. The red head noticed the smirk on the other person’s face – she was sort of relieved. Back in time, she managed to offend handful people in Lanford with her nonchalant attitude. Either she was being an asshole without knowing it, or people were way too sensitive. “Eh, at the end of the day you have a pet. I do have two cats but they are with my parents now.” She chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “Touche.” With a smirk, she nodded her head. “But no, I am not bothered. I was just observing. And giving you a friendly advice of course.” The smirk was still on her lips, Sarah reached to his plate and stole two fries off his plate. Narrowing her eyes at him, she stuffed the fries in her mouth. “Thanks for sharing.”

         Thick skin came naturally to Luke. Even before New York he was foul mouthed, thick skinned, and served roasts on a silver platter to those around him. He dished it out and took it just as easily. So thankfully the two of them were on the same level.  As she leaned forward to take a couple of his fries, he pursed his lips, letting out a long sigh.   “ You are insufferable. “   He mutters, taking another bite of the grilled cheese which was now considerably less gooey, but still delicious.   “ Well, if you’re going to eat my food, you might as well tell me what your name is so i can bill you. “   He tugs his plate just a little closer to his chest, but he doubts it will keep her away from his food. 

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philip-vogel:

“Oh,” He paused, brow raising in defense. “I’m sorry, Chef Boyardee… Are you a little upsetti-spaghetti that someone is cracking down on this shitty ass burger? Not my fault that, apparently, someone still can’t grasp the meaning of well-done. Bur uh–” Philip sucked down on the inside of his cheeks, forcing his lips to purse. His eyes looked over towards the burger, then back over towards Luke. “Hmm–” The hum was made only when his lips returned to their normal state. But with a sly curl of his lips, he spoke again, “Maybe that’s why whoever made this is workin’ in a place like this, under the guidance of uh– Well, you. Makes sense now. Shitty Chef, shitty staff, shitty food.”   

          He lets out a loud laugh, and after working in the food industry for over fifteen years, you take nothing to heart. Especially with someone like Philip. Still, he has no idea how this happened to his burger and he is a little upset about whoever on his team fucked up.   “ Ay, I make slightly more than minimum wage and you think I wanna put my heart and soul into each other these dishes? This isn’t your fucking grandma’s house, kid. “  He’s not sure what this place was like before him. Hopes it wasn’t too terribly shit. All he knows is that now it’s ten times better. That might also be his ego talking.   “ Builds character, “   He nods to the too far gone burger with his hands on his hips, standing over Philip like he’s twenty feet tall.

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lucasreed:

  “I guess i might have skip that rule when i was reading the rule book of being a nice decent human” he said, “Really is that so? Well then how this, can you shut the hell up and keep your annoying voice down?”

          An eyebrow rose in his direction and Luke cantered his head to the side.  Even he could take note; the night would not be as relaxed as he intended.   “ Keep my annoying voice down?  Jesus, man. You’re terrible at this. Just punch me in the face and get it over with so i don’t have to listen to your shitty comebacks any longer. “

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katyakennedy:

She wasn’t sure what it was that she’d said that might’ve prompted him to refuse, and she wasn’t used to people saying no to her, either, as she could normally charm them into getting what she wanted, though it wasn’t like the things she wanted were very hard to get by, anyway. “No?” she repeated, as if she’d misheard him. “Why not? I’m not gonna do anything bad with it. Come on, please?”

            His eyes burned into her and obviously, she wasn’t expecting him to say no. As if Luke just handed over his recipes. Even to his future kids, he’d have to be on his deathbed to hand those things over. He knew nothing about her.   “ Why not? “   He said with a snort, crossing his arms over his chest.   “ Because you’re a stranger and no matter how many times you tell me you’re ‘just going to use it for yourself’ doesn’t mean i trust you and you’re pure face. If you want, i can make you another bowl and you’re free to pick out what your tongue can taste but no way am i giving you the whole recipe. “   He laughed. He might just work at a diner, but he’s got his integrity.

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philip-vogel:

With the cluster-fuck of whatever today was, Philip found it suiting to treat himself to a rather fancy meal– a burger… from Muncher’s. At this moment, he truly did feel like a big spender– as if money could be falling from the sky. A laughable thought. Though there he was, glancing down at the empty space to which a meal should have been placed. But for some reason, the burger wasn’t cooked to his liking– and that wasn’t going to roll with Philip. 

As the male came up, his tone of voice seeming to be holding more attitude than that of a fifteen year old boy, Philip slowly glanced upward to meet his gaze. “Yeah– so, I dunno who the fuck you got to cook my burger, but it’s burnt to shit, man. There’s nothin’ appetizing about tryin’ to eat a hockey puck.”

           Quite the familiar face stepped up in his booth before him. A burger, looking more sad than Luke should have let through, to a young man who deserved far better than a chunk of charcoal between two slices of bread. Luke would never say that. Instead, hands resting on his hip, and a smirk on his lips, he picked up the burger, bringing it to eye level to get a closer look at it, then looked back at Philip.   “ What you don’t like a charred piece of meat to go with your charred brain ? “   A tinge of New York infested his words as the line goes out. Something he would only to those whom he knew could take it. The whole point of Philip was that they were both, well, pricks.   “ I thought you were a man, you gonna complain to me about a little texture to your burger?  Please. “  He puts it back onto the table with little enthusiasm. Though in truth, Luke’s banter would never beat the chef in him. He will without hesitation go back and cook him a new one---- a far better one, once he’s done giving him a hard time.

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sarah-bluth:

Messing with people was one of Sarah’s many specialties. She didn’t know why she liked it so much, and honestly, she didn’t even question it. “Oh you got me wrong.” She paused for a second, letting out a chuckle. “I wasn’t offended. I don’t care to be honest. If you’re bothered, then you have to find a way to deal with it. Because I am not leaving.” With a smirk, she got comfortable on her seat, then tucked her red locks behind her ears. “It’s not weird at all. The food is good and I like spending time here. So, there’s absolutely nothing weird about it. You can’t find a good burger in cafes.” She pointed out with an easy shrug. “Aww, the picture you’d just painted is so sad. Is that how you spend your time? No wonder you don’t know how to approach a stranger.” The female pursed her lips into a mocking smile, then nodded her head. As an extrovert, Sarah hated staying at home for so long. She needed constant stimulation, she needed crowds and noise. “You should go out more.”

          He appreciated those who wouldn’t take something very seriously. Back int he day, Luke had a lot more jokes in him and poked more fun at people. Now it was a lot of bitterness that he thought was funny, but most of those around him didn’t always think the same. So he was thankful for this young lady, and he deal with it attitude. Sure, he grew more uncomfortable when she grew more so in her spot, but he managed a small smirk, looking at his plate and he pushed around some fries to find the better ones. Not too soggy, not too crispy. At least she complimented his food, that was appreciated.   “ Actually, I have a dog, thank you very much. “   He noted, for the fact that yes, that image was pretty accurate, and he was fine with that.   “ But if you’re bothered, then i suggest you find a way to deal with it. “   He repeated her line, shoving a couple good fries past his lips and chewed with even the smallest bit of attitude. He was enjoying this banter a bit. Hopefully she doesn’t overstay her welcome in his booth because he’d hate to grow tired of her. 

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lacey-wilde:

Lacey was hesitant, she didn’t want to push the subject much further it was obvious it had gotten to him in the same way it had to her, or with his own memories. “I’m more of a food person if I’m being honest. That can at least fill me and won’t die on me.” Her shoulders shrugged. “Both of which I’m not”

          “ Ah, a woman speaking my language. “   If there’s one thing Luke loves more than cooking, it’s cooking for women. While flowers were a classic romantic gesture from him to his ex, cooking has, and always will be, the most romantic experience in his opinion. He’s also very far up his own ass where he enjoys the look on their face when they take their first bite--- captured in pure bliss.   “ I have always preferred to cook than give gifts. I also just kinda suck at giving gifts. “

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briarrosedurand:

                briar rose  was  in  an  hectic  schedule,  she  had  been  in L.A.  (  because  she  has a  penthouse  there,  &  well,  she  works  in  hollywood.  ) ,  vegas,  sydney  now  she   is  spending  a  few  days  at  home  in  ny,  but  in  a  few  days  she’ll  take a  flight  to  german. yes,  this  crazy  schedules  is  to  promoting  her  movie  baywatch.  in  usa, is  already  released  but  in  another  countries  she  has  to  visit  there  doing  some  interviews  &  things  like  that.  did  she  really  find  a   time  to  rest ?  abso-fucking-lutely  not.  the  tiredness  is  all  written  on  her  face.  as  much  as  hers  make  up  artists  hides  the  dark  circles  &  things  like  that,  wasn’t  really  working…  not  to  mention  she  sees  the  world  kind  of  dizzy,  &  sure  she  is  trying  to  heal  her  jet  lag  but  yet  isn’t  working…  especially  when  she  has  more  things   to  do.

                 eating healthy,  she  is  doing  it  to  her  movie.  she  got  a  role  of  a  lifeguard,  so  the  physique  needs  to  be  great.  she  heard  from  work,  there  is  a  nice  restaurant,  where  she  could  eats  things  from  her  diet.  after  left  the  uber,  walking  faster  to  avoid  either  fans  or  paparazzi,  she  bumped  her  shoulder  in  someone…   ❛ Oh!  I’m  so  sorry!!  I – ❜  she  cut  off  herself  when  she  realized  she  knew  that  face.  luke. ❛ Hi  Luke! ❜  she  beamed  sheepish, grateful  to  see for  the  first  tima  a  familiar  face  running  around  here.  it  was  incredible,   that  she  literally  doesn’t  know  many  people  here  ( none.  to  be  clear  none,  but  this  is  changing… ).  ❛ Long  time,  no  seen. ❜   she  said  sheepishly  with  her  face  reddened  of  shyness.  

                Clearly, he wasn’t far enough away from home where people could still recognize him. Especially someone of high caliber such as Briar. He would have figured she’d be in Malibu or something far more exciting that this shitty place. What was she even doing in a diner?  The accumulative grease in this place was enough to coat pavement for two miles. Her skin would probably shin to the moon. Whatever her reason was, it didn’t matter. He was going to have to book it and leave now in order to make it cleanly away from her little chit-chat she was trying to start.

He was frozen in place, his foot half lifted from the ground when she started talking, and Luke turned his body slightly to look at her. If this wasn’t the circumstance that it was, he would have told her how great she looked, because, well, she looked fantastic. He probably would have asked her what her most recent projects were. Not like he cared but the chit-chat was nice something. However, half his arm was burnt and he was kicked out of New York City because of it. That didn’t make for the best state to start having fun conversations with old pals.   “ Yeah, it’s been a while. “  He huffs, a hand raising to tug through his thick hair.   “ Uhm--- how are you ? “   The faster they get this over with, the better. 

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lucasreed:

  “I don’t fucking care nor am i worried about the bartender. I am just trying to be a nice decent human and give you an heads up and tell you to shut the hell up if you can’t keep it down”

        “ You know, I would think the number one rule of being a nice decent human would be not to use such profane words and an aggressive tone to strangers.  It’s kind of hard to be taken seriously with that role is you’re cussin’ people out all the time. “

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warrenkenna:

                            A week had gone by since Kenna had started officially working at the Cellar with Jake – the other guy behind the bar and she was still amazed by all the tips she could make just in ONE night. That alone was a reason to smile and not mind the excessive inappropriate behavior coming from certain costumers, drunk or sober. It was a good thing she didn’t have to work alone either, sure, she couldn’t exactly say she was friends with her co-worker but his presence provided her with some sort of safety. More and more often she found herself enjoying her time behind the bar. Orders came and went, but the night was far from busy. Finding a moment to take a breath ( and after asking Jake whether it was okay for her to have a break ) Kenna finally walked around the counter to take a seat in one of the large, empty stools; green hues wandering around the bar curiously.

@lukestew

             If there was a place Luke was going to go that wasn’t work, it would be the bar. He wasn’t one crazy for outings. He wasn’t a super social person--- especially at this point in his life. He liked to stay behind. But now and then, he’d go to a bar. He liked the feelings of them. Just their general presence to him made Luke feel like he wasn’t some troll only going to work and then going right back to his home under the bridge. Walking in the the bustling bar, Luke holds his bad arm to his chest, his averaged sized body looking rather small in such a masculine and boisterous place. He stepped up to the counter, sandwiching himself between to guys, and show no passiveness towards it. While he might seem rather small with the pain in his arm rising from the laborious day but he exuded confidence more so than most. Eyes looking over for a bartender, he widened then at the sight of a tanned blonde with a smile on her lips. One even caught on to his as he leaned forward, his arms resting on the wood.   “ The world must really want us to come together huh? “

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jackacoop:

He was taking too long. It had been weeks ago, the whole thing, it was over and done with. Of course people were in the hospital still and he couldn’t force himself to step foot inside, even with the people that he knew requesting him, but it was hard. Doing just about anything was hard, especially when no matter where he went, the only thing he could smell was burning flesh. It made it hard to do just about anything. He was happy school was over and he could figure out how to function alone without hundreds of eyes of teenagers on him. He hadn’t realized he was sitting there like a beaten man until someone sat next to him. “Sorry.” He simply apologized for his presence, “I’m not going to be the best barstool neighbour.” 

           Everyday was a struggle for Lucas Stewart. Just getting out of bed and facing the world of stupidity and anguish was a plague he fought again. Thankfully, he got to do what he loved and by the time he remembered that, getting up was easier. But at this point, he was more inclined to stay home after work; just sit with his dog and watch a movie with glass of wine. But getting a drink sounded like a fine idea, and one he decided to make after work. Not like he intended on getting drunk, he could just do that at home, but have a specially made drik in a place that made him feel like a more social member of society without actually having to speak to anyone. So when he took a seat, it’s like the stranger was expecting a conversation out of him. Luke snorted, taking his seat, and flagged the bartender down.   “ Good, I didn’t come to make friends, so our conversation can just end here. “

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sierra-moore:

                    Sierra wasn’t a complainer, but when her food came cold and the waitress shrugged with an eye roll she decided it was time to become one. The girl had been working there for some time, but without her badge, it seemed like nobody in town cared. Asking for the manage, the brunette sat back with a plate full of cold food and waited patiently. She could hear the waitress talking about her, but Sierra stayed calm and cocked a brow towards the manager who seemingly had the same attitude. “Well, someone can start by taking this back—” She nodded at the plate, “Because your waitress seems incapable of dealing with a simple, my food is cold, complaint…”

          Most of his team had already been there when Luke started. These were all people who had been there for god knows how long, and now there was a new guy in the kitchen who was telling them what to do. He wasn’t the bad guy, but he was still in his NYC mentality, when it wasn’t necessary to get so tough.   He blinks for a second, taking in her words and looking at the plate in front of her. How long had it been waiting? Did the waitress decide to answer a few phone calls before bringing it out? Why was everyone incompetent and selfish?   “ My apologies. “   He muttered, grabbing her plate with low enthusiasm. If he was in the New York mentality past the kitchen doors, he most certainly wouldn’t have the attitude.  “ Some people suck at their jobs. “  What a waste of food. He might not love people, but each dish got lots of love. Truly tragic.   “ I can make you some more on the house if you’d like. Or you can leave, I wont make you stay. “  He shrugs, plate in hands. If he could fire half his staff, he would.

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sarah-bluth:

It was hard to offend a person like Sarah, she rarely took thing seriously and she spent most of her time teasing people or make fun of them. Some people tended to get offended by her actions, she has never understood why. Not that she didn’t care about others’ feelings, she just couldn’t understand why would people get upset over few jokes. “Really?” Sarah pursed her lips first, shaking her head. “Good thing you didn’t have that power then.” She scoffed, then rolled her shoulders into a shrug. “I am curious though. Why would you do that?” Raising from her chair slowly(she was still having a hard time to walk around freely even though the doctor took off the cast few days ago), the red head made her way to his table and sat across his chair. “Am I bothering you with my presence?

        Now, would Luke really kick her out if he had that power? Probably not. He might threat to, tell her she’s being a loser for hanging around a diner for so long, but no, he’d never formally kick her out. There were only a few people in the diner and she wasn’t actually hurting anyone, it was just his own general discomfort with the same person being around too long that bothered him. She came closer, and he nearly visibly cringed, sinking further into his seat and shoving another couple of fries into his mouth. is she bothering him with her presence? Well, that’s a good question now isn’t it. Does Luke like cooking? Guess the answers are one in the same.   “ Everyone bothers me with their presence. I wouldn’t take it as an offence. “   He mumbles, having another bite of his well-made sandwich.   “ But to answer your initial question, I think it’s fucking weird to hang around a diner for so long. That’s what cafes are for. Or, better yet, “   He looked up,  “ You’re home.  Where you can go home and watch Netflix and pet your cats and not deal with everything. “   Luke didn’t always understand extroverted people. Especially as he got older. Why go outside when inside was perfectly fine and fit with your preferred temperature?