grand yourself a slam.

[shitglasses]

Some terrible, weird, or otherwise bizarre circumstances have taken place in your life recently. We won't judge. All anyone can say, though, is you sure are at the local Denny's at 3am.



How To:

• Post to the meme.
• Congrats, you're at Denny's.
• Respond to other people on the meme.
• Congrats, they're also at Denny's.
• No judgement, only lukewarm flapjacks.

Comments

totally cool!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's— tired.

Just. Dead tired. And he supposes that logically follows, considering everything that's happened. But, hey, the promise of too-strong coffee and overly-syruped waffles is enough to pull anyone out of their stupor, and he skims the slightly tacky menu in his hands.

It's been a while since he's been on Earth, and a small part of him had hoped for more fanfare. More blaring trumpets and confetti and noisemakers. But it's mostly this: slinking in with their tails between their legs, tired and subdued. Which is fine, Peter guesses. It seems appropriate, given that his departure from Earth was done just as quietly.

And on the bright side, at least they're alive. ]

Waffles are a good choice. Pancakes too, maybe.

[ He pauses, flipping through his own menu before he can find an appropriate picture. He turns the menu toward Mantis, tapping on the photograph of a French Toast Slam. ]

You might like this.

[sensing]

[ they're all tired. relieved, and maybe even happy for some of them, but mostly tired. mantis doesn't think she's ever felt like this before, but since leaving ego's planet, she's felt more than she ever thought she would. she was a part of something bigger, something more than just the guardians, and though she is tired, there's a sense of accomplishment that follows it.

at least they're alive. at least they are able to still sit together and carry on. ]

French... toast? [ the sliced strawberries and fine dusting of powdered sugar is what closes the deal. ] I'd like to try.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter offers her a small, tired smile as he turns his menu back to himself. ]

It's good. I used to get it a lot when I was a kid. Or sometimes I'd get—

[ And he flips through the pages of the sticky menu before landing on an image of chocolate chip pancakes meant for children. He lifts it up to show Mantis again. ]

—this. If they let me, anyway.

[sensing]

[ she blinks wide eyes at the photo and if she tries, she could imagine peter as a young boy sitting across from her, pointing to the same picture and insisting on getting it -- much like the way he insists on the other guardians doing things his way instead of gamora's. it softens her expression, coaxes a more natural looking smile out of her. ]

You can get it now, can't you? It has been a long time since you last had them.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter can't help the quiet, rueful little laugh that escapes him. ]

I could, if I wanted, but I've got something else in mind.

[ He shuts the menu, leaving it closed atop the table. It's scratched to hell and has clearly seen some better days. Hell, for all Peter knows, it might be as old as he is. ]

Maybe we can come back later. Try a little of everything.

[ and... admittedly, after all the shit that's happened, it's a bit of a novelty, to be able to think about tomorrow, and all the days after that. ]

Assuming we don't get food poisoning from this go around, anyway. That'd totally turn me off of this place.

[sensing]

Our bodies are more durable, I think we will be okay.

[ was that meant to be reassuring to him or herself? (that's not even how food poisoning works.) possibly both. she's never gotten food poisoning before so it'll be an experience anyway. but she understands that too, the luxury of there being a tomorrow, of coming back here again to try something else. mantis likes that idea, just as she's always liked spending time with peter and the others.

the waitress comes by and they're given coffee after their orders are in. she doesn't drink it, but she does wrap her hands around the mug, letting the warmth seep into her fingers. ]

I'd like to come back later, if we can. Or go to another place like this one.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For his part, Peter takes a quick sip of his coffee, making a slightly sour face at how bitter it tastes. Usually he takes his coffee as black as the day is long, but he reaches for a cheap packet of sweetener in the little tray. ]

We've got the time.

[ God knows they could all use a vacation after all that. As much as everyone wants to get back to a sense of normalcy, there are a few victory parties that are being planned – some of them public affairs, where Peter's pretty sure the Guardians of the Galaxy will need to play nice with Earth's Mightiest Politicians, and some of them more private affairs, with a lot of their allies and a whole lot of booze.

And the Guardians rarely ever turn down a free drink. ]

You wanna try McDonald's next? They have meals that come with free toys.