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.

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Comments

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?"