|Famine | Fia Black (black_horse) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-02-12 00:45:00
|Entry tags:||clio, famine, saint patrick|
Who: Famine, Clio, and Saint Patrick
What: Dinner and chats
When: Monday night
Where: Famine's restaurant
Warnings: Language, TBD
Monday nights weren't really a big earner in the restaurant trade. People had just gone back to work after the weekend, and they weren't really inclined to go out for dinner. Famine couldn't really blame them, she supposed, it just kind of sucked. It meant she didn't really have a lot to do, and she had to send some of the extra staff home, which sucked balls all around.
She was back in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a dessert, when she felt Patrick's familiar presence enter the building, accompanied by another presence she didn't recognize at all. She drizzled some chocolate sauce on the plate and dinged the bell, calling, "Table eight is up!" She untied her apron, exiting the kitchen and heading out to the main floor. "Hey, Irish," she called. "Come and sit, it's dead and I'm bored. Who's your friend?"