Late night at Denny's meme:

[fluxscapemod]

Late Night at Denny's.




Listen, it happens to the best of us. It's three AM and suddenly you want pancakes, but you don't want to cook it for yourself. So, whether you grab friends or not, you head to Denny's to handle that late night craving.

And that's exactly what this meme is. Hanging out with or randomly running into friends at Denny's.

At well-past anyone's bedtime. So there's probably some overly-tired silliness. Or maybe it's time for serious chats. Who knows? Who cares? It's Denny's. The food is good, the coffee is questionable, and there's probably a semi-rowdy drunk crowd in there, but other than that?

It's probably going to be a good time for all.

Tag in with a starter, or a blank comment. Tag around. Have fun.

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Evie - OTA

[blueberryprincess]

Four AM at Denny's wasn't Evie's norm, but she found she couldn't sleep. So, here she was, seated at a table with one of her design books and a box of colored pencils. Sketching outfits for the various people she knew, making sure to add what she knew was their preferences in color, patterns and all.

When she gets her food, she gives her waitress a grin and moves her stuff, ready to eat.

Is she by herself? If so, come join her. Is she eating with someone? If so, it's probably you and she's very glad she ran into you here.

Either way, at some point, she's holding out her sketchbook with a small frown.

"Help me out, here," She says as she points out a few belts she designed to go with some manner of formal attire she drew. "Which one of these belts do you think would work best with this outfit?"

did someone say fashion at 4am?

[smudging]

Finding herself in a similar dilemma tonight -- hours and hours of tossing and turning only to finally surrender to the fact that she just wasn't sleeping -- Blue couldn't have been happier to see a familiar face stroll into the 24-hour diner. Disregarding all etiquette about server sections (shame on you, Blue Sargent! A fellow server!), she hurried over to join the girl at her table the moment she was seated at one.

Thankfully, there hadn't been much confusion and Blue's food was delivered safely to her new seat: two eggs over easy, extra crispy bacon, a stack of blueberry pancakes, and a cup orange juice.

She was mid-bite when Evie posed the belt question and Blue studied the sketch for a few moments before finishing off her bite and answering, "Go with the bigger one," She pointed to one of the larger, more intricately designed options. "Make it sort of the focal point of the dress, you know what I mean? Like the rest of the dress... grew from the belt." She added, making a vague hand motion that looked a bit like a flower blooming.

...there's another time of day for fashion? sounds fake.

[blueberryprincess]

Evie listens carefully to what Blue says, looking at the belt and the sketch. It takes a moment or two of erasing and redoing the sketch, but eventually she has what she thinks is something that could work. The dress seems to be flowing from under the belt, and she's done away with the sleeves.

Now it's a strapless dress, the top form fitting, the bottom graceful and long. It'll flow when whoever wears it walks.

"How's this?"

[learningtolove]

Beast thought he'd be alone if he was getting food at four in the morning. Who else would be up this late/early? So he was quite surprised to come in and find someone else here getting food, moreso when she seemed to want him to sit down and eat with her.

Beast ordered a big plate of pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, and hash browns. Look, he eats a lot, he can't help it, it's just a thing. He also eats like a pig (hey, he's even got the tusks of a boar!) but at least he's attempting not to act too boorish while he eats with his hands.

When Evie holds out her sketch, he looks at them with all seriousness before he points to one with his index claw. "The green one."

Beast - OTA

[learningtolove]

The wee small hours of the morning were the perfect time for Beast to go get food. He figures he'll be alone then and able to avoid anyone who might react to his appearance in an negative fashion. Plus he also doesn't have to keep quite the leash on his atrocious table manners.

But apparently someone else has the same idea as him. As he gnaws on some bacon he'd gotten as an appetizer, he looks up in surprise as someone slides into the booth across from him.

The cursed prince stares for a moment in awkward silence before he clears his throat. "Are you lost?"