THE DENNY'S MEME

[anonasu]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3a. Oh god. There's a cartoon. Oh god. Oh dear god.
3b. Wash away the taste of... whatever the fuck that was with as much bacon as you can possibly stuff into your mouth.

Comments

[clowngirl]

[HARLEY SUDDENLY SLAMS INTO HIS BOOTH. Because subtlety and tact are decidedly not things in her wheelhouse.]

This seat taken? [It seems to be a rhetorical question, as she's already making herself comfortable and trying to wave down some wait staff.] Everything's all full-up. Y'know, that end of the night rush. [Pete may notice the several empty booths behind them.]

[She catches the waitress' attention and calls out for COFFEE before the woman even makes it to the table, which causes an abrupt about-face back towards the kitchen. Harley then shoots Peter a big smile as she slips one of the small sausages off of his plate and pops into her mouth. The blonde, pig-tailed stranger is absolutely too cheerful for this time of night/morning.]

I'm Harley. [Yep, her mouth is still full and her hand might be steathily trying to sneak up to another one of his plates.] Pleasedta meetcha.

[stickysituation]

No. Go right ahead. Feel free. It's a big booth, after all, plenty of room for all of us. I know what the end of the night rush can be like.

[It's the kind of sarcasm he can already tell is going to be immediately ignored, and can for that reason be argued isn't really sarcasm at all. Besides, he's too taken aback to be annoyed - he'd been too busy staring at his bacon to even notice her arrival.

He shoots out a hand, pulls his plate of sausages closer to himself.]

I'm Peter. [Pulling more of his plates closer now, gathering them in a tight circle around himself.] Nice to meet you, too. That's my food. My sausage. I'm hungry here. Hey, hands off.

[clowngirl]

[Harley pouts as if somehow, on some strange planet, he's the one being rude. She holds up her hands in defeat.] Okay, okay! No need to get all hangry.

You can't blame a gal for tryin'. [The waitress drops off her coffee, and Harley begins the task of adding sugar to it, casually ripping and pouring packet after packet.]

Don't they feed ya... [She glances over his faces and motions towards the bruises] ...wherever I'm guessin' you broke out from?