bakerstreet | THE DENNY'S MEME

THE DENNY'S MEME

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.
3. oh my goodness they have pancakes shaped like rudolph that's adorable

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[She's only got a mug of coffee in front of her, but it's a big one and she's been making it last]

I think I will order the sticky-bun pancakes, the 'grand slam', a double cheeseburger with fries, and perhaps some pie for a light meal.

What will you be having?

( Late night ~~of partying~~ and not ready to go back home yet? Don't mind him as he just passes out into his eggs and bacon. )

[All you can eat pancakes for $4? Sign her the heck up. Though really, the most worrying thing here is the amount of syrup she's putting on them. Who let this girl be in charge of the syrup, this is a mistake.]

[ sitting in a darker corner, chowing down on a burger with a mountain of fries and a diet coke. it's not every day he gets the chance to chill and eat like this, so he's practically stuffing his face, hoping no monsters pick up his scent. ]

( toast and jam with some coffee for this guy. )

Edited 2016-10-26 00:23 (UTC)

[It's early in the morning, so early it would be more accurate to call it night. Vermouth was on her way back from a "mission" when on a whim she decides to stop and eat. Her motorcycle pulls into a nearly empty parking lot. At this hour, it is unlike that anyone would recognize her. And if someone does, at least that will entertain the press for a bit and provide a neat abili for her later on.

Scrolling into the restaurant, she scans the room the moment she enters. A necessary habit with friends like hers. Imagine her surprise to see none other than the Silver Bullet sitting alone at a table. After giving the waitress a believable enough excuse, she strolls over, her heels clacking with an almost eerie confidence.]

Boy, isn't it past your bedtime?

[Her voice is sweet, caring, and far too much of a show to be sincere.]

[Ishimaru looks much less confident and much more frantic as he flips through the menu.]

I am trying to determine that. But something is horribly wrong with this menu! All that I can find... are Western meals!

[ He's got a manuscript due in the morning so he's drinking as many cups of coffee as possible. ]

...This is an American 'chain restaurant' is it not? Would you expect them to have Japanese food?

[ She's vegan so. Moping with coffee it is. ]

He doesn't sleep much these days. Or at all, really, beyond the occasional power-nap in an empty consultation room. Insomnia or not, exhaustion eventually gets to him and he'll find his chin dipping towards his chest, eyes already closed without his permission. He'll sleep for a couple of hours sometimes, just enough to trick his brain into thinking that it's rested before pain and heavy thoughts tug him back to consciousness before he's ready.

On particularly bad nights he could turn over and scream into his pillow in frustration, desperate for just another few hours, just to rest, but he doesn't. He usually just lies there, considering his ceiling and aimlessly massaging the craggy scar stretched across his thigh before admitting defeat and hauling himself out of bed.

What he does next depends, as it so often does, on the pain in his leg. If it's bad enough, he'll pace his apartment, do laps in his living room to keep both his mind and the muscle moving, distracting himself the best he can. He'll raid his extensive stash for a few extra narcotics to try and take the edge off, despite knowing from experience that it won't work. Unfortunately, they haven't invented a pill that can regrow lost tissue.

Occasionally, he'll sit in his tub with a pill bottle in one hand and a cold compress in the other, alternating between that and the hot water he's sitting in to ease the worst of the spasm. Some nights he can't do anything at all except lie on his couch, gritting his teeth and paying no attention whatsoever to the late-night infomercial on his flat screen, despite how hard he tries. He could have really used those mop-slippers but, thanks to the pain, he'll never know.

Tonight, he needs to go for a walk. It hurts. He has to stop every couple of blocks to catch his breath and to force his knee back into its locked position before he can keep going, uncertain if his leg will continue to bear his weight. He walks in as straight a line as he can, visualizing his next checkpoint up ahead, avoiding losing his focus as much as possible. He walks without an endgame and, eventually, he tires enough that he has to stop for a while before making the decision to turn back.

It just so happens that there's a Denny's across the street.

He eases himself slowly into a seat at one of the many empty tables, hooking his cane onto the edge. He orders a grilled cheese sandwich. Not because he's hungry but because he figures that that's what people with knots in there stomach should eat, a familiar childhood comfort that he never got to experience when he was growing up.

He picks at it slowly, eyes down and unfocused, not really paying much attention to anything around him. It's a deliberate decision. He doesn't want to find clues, to occupy himself with a puzzle, to start looking for answers. Not tonight.

Not when what he really wants to do is just sleep.

Edited 2016-10-26 01:19 (UTC)

Being at Denny's at 3 AM had never been part of the plan.

But there was no help for it. After the hijacking incident of an hour ago, the bus he was supposed to take home was no longer available. He'd only managed to avoid being taken to childcare for the night through extensive argument, and that only with the promise that he would wait right here until a guardian could pick him up.

And the professor wouldn't be able to get here for another few hours.

All told, it was nearly the worst possible time to encounter Vermouth.

He stiffens imperceptibly at her approach.

"Mmm, a little. But I think it's past everyone's bedtime right now."

I did expect it! Could I have been wrong?!

[He pauses and winces, but then he takes a breath.]

...Do not worry! I can adapt to this. I have eaten Western food some times in the past, and here I am, still standing here alive and well!

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