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[black-horse.insanejournal.com]

Who: Lucifer & Famine
What: 'Fucking hell, go away'
When: Thursday evening
Where: Famine's restaurant (which will eventually get a name, really it will...)
Warnings: Language, Lucifer, TBD


Thursday night, Famine ran a special on prime rib sandwiches. It helped to draw people in, and kicked off what was usually a good weekend run. Tonight, the place was a bit over half full, and she was back in the kitchen, cutting meat, building sandwiches, and helping to get things out quickly.

"Table seven's up!" she hollered, banging the little bell they kept on the counter. She was about to start the next order, when she felt another presence come in. One that really wasn't welcome.

"Micah, it's all you for a bit," she said, leaving the kitchen before he could even open his mouth. She shot out onto the floor, head swiveling as she looked for him. The Morningstar was not welcome in this place.