Owner	Pose
Michael Hannigan	It was slow at the diner today. Despite the bright lights inside the building very much establishing they were open, the only persons inside were the cook and the server. All the stools and booths were free and clear of customers. But it's not boring. With the lull in business, the two manage to work on other tasks that need doing so they don't need to do it later. Together they set about restocking the items that don't require the front to be left ungarded and actually cleaning things. The server glances up first as the door chimes announcing the pair that wander in. Watching as they head to the booth in the furthest corner, she grabs a pad and pen before heading over. Mike flumps into his seat giving a drawn out groan. Slowly he uprights himself before reaching over to grab at the menus. "I can't believe th-" He pauses, straightening up, " Actually no. I CAN believe that happened. Because Why not?"
Alison Blaire	"At this point I have stopped wondering, I simply welcome the storm," Alison says, sitting down with a smirk. "In this day and age, let's face it: if I had wanted an ordinary life, I would have gone for something a lot more predictable. Like an oil rig worker in the middle of the ocean." She sets her elbows on the table, despite how her father always said it was bad manners, and rests her chin on her hands. "I'll say this for sure, though: I'm never going to look at mayonnaise the same way again," she laughs.
Michael Hannigan	Michael Hannigan says, "Can I get you something to drink?" A rather chipper voice breaks in. "
Michael Hannigan	Mike gives a grimace. "That poor clown." There's a moment of silence as Nick tilts his head down. "Can I get you something to drink?" A rather chipper voice breaks in. Mike glances up and over to the server, "Oh uh Coffee...for me" Remembering the menu he starts to look at his.
Alison Blaire	"Don't look at it that way," Alison quips and orders herself a coffee as well, "At least he has new material for his act. Provided he is able to look at condiments the same way again." The blonde woman taps the table top with one her fingernails and exhales a little, "Do you think we'll have to go on social media and make a statement, just in case?" she asks, eyebrows raised. "If so... not it!" she says with a mischievous tug of the corners of her mouth.
Michael Hannigan	The server walks off, leaving the pair to their odd conversation. In her line of business, sometimes it is best not to ask. Mike gives a slight smirk as his finger runs along the menu, "Not it either." The smirk strengthens as he looks over to Dazzler, "See, that's why I have a Wade. He's gotten a lot of practice with the press and Also it wasn't MY TikTok account and not my wardrobe malfunction." He checks the description of one of the items and frowns before moving on to the next item. "I wonder what that guy's friends are going to say about that."
Alison Blaire	"I need a Wade. I just don't know if I can pay one enough to stick by me," she says, "I've gone through three this year alone. Last one quit after New York because he said I gave him an ulcer by going there in defiance of actual angels. On the plus side, that photo someone took made for a great inspiration for the next single's cover, even if nobody will ever know where the horse came from," she laughs and settles on a menu item. A BLT will do just fine. "As to what his friends will say? Well. It could have been much worse. He could have gotten hit by the suds tsunami."
Michael Hannigan	"Yeah, he's... not like the acting agency I use. I've found that despite things, Wade's kind of learned to just go with the weird stuff. I mean angels? Ok fine. He just moved all the city staff and their families to the Happy Harbor location in the meantime. Although he still gets after me for-" Mike shakes his head. Thinking back to the suds. "That poor clown." He purses his lips. "Although the banana balloon was helpful. His sacrifice was not in vain."
Alison Blaire	"It was very heroic. Not nearly as commendable as your quick thinking in using that giant playing card as a surfboard." She shakes her head, "That was a /weird/ mall. How did it manage to survive with that 80s decor all through the collapse of the American Mall culture in the mid 2000s?" When her coffee arrives, she takes a quick sip.
Michael Hannigan	"What can I say?" Mike responds with a shrug, "I felt inspired when I saw the little jester cat. As for the decor- Honestly I think that mall is on the verge of dying." The rocker shakes his head, "I mean. They were able to rent the ENTIRE place for this fiasco. And set up a stage. AND book us. I mean, they were just ASKING for the giant mecha bunny. Although overall, I think the children had fun." Mike pauses as the server sets his own coffee down in front of him. As she looks expectantly between him and Alison he looks over to his companion. "You want to order first?"
Alison Blaire	"The trampolines did come in handy at the end. I didn't think they'd hold out, but they certainly managed to give it enough of a boost-" She blinks a couple of times, interrupted in her reverie by the need to order food. "Oh... yes, right!" she clears her throat and looks at the menu, "What's your soup of the day?" The waitress checks. "Rabbit stew." "/Perfect/."
Michael Hannigan	Mike guffaws as the special is read out, making him very glad he wasn't sipping coffee at the time. After a couple minutes of the server just staring at him laughing, the musican calms down. Still grinning. "Bacon Cheeseburger with fries please." He provides for his own request, leaning to the side to put up the menu. "And please. Hold the Mayo."