Denny's

[cardinalrule]

It's late. Like, 3 AM late. You're hungry as fuck, but nothing is open.





Except Denny's.

RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why the hell you'd do this to yourself.
3. I don't think they have the Hobbit menu anymore, fuck. Maybe you should ask the waiter or something.

From Bakerstreet.

Comments

Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House | OTA

[traaaaaash]

[ You might see a middle-aged-but-still-foxy-thank-you lady with huge hair leaning over the counter to have some words with a poor waitress. ]

What do you mean, you don't have apple blood?

[ She then leans back, drags her hands over her face and groans. ]

Ah, farts! Okay, you got anything else for me? Something strong.

Mirabel Madrigal | Encanto

[nonmagical]

[What is Mirabel doing at a Denny's at 3 a.m.? Who knows, she's ordered the giant stack of pancakes though.]

Yes, I will take them with chocolate chips - thank you.

Quasimodo | The Hunchback of Notre Dame| ota

[ugliestfaceinparis]

[Quasimodo doesn't really know what he's doing here - he's currently hiding his face with a menu so that no one else has to see him.]

I'll... I'll... I'll take an "orange juice"?

[That seems like a safe thing to ask for, right?]

Count Dracula | Hotel Transylvania | OTA

[a_littlebit_batty]

[A man sits by himself in a corner booth. His face is hidden behind a menu, clutched in long-fingered hands holding it just a little too tightly as he hunches into the fold. Occasionally, thick, dark brows appear, followed by bright blue eyes and the thin, pale line of a nose. He glanches left, right, left again... then hurriedly disappears back behind the specials.

When a waitress approaches, he speaks a little too quickly.]

Yes, yes! I will have thennormal human-- that is the usual breakfast that everyone has. Yes.

[When the waitress stares, he coughs and tries to duck back into the menu.]

Please.

Iago | Aladdin | OTA

[diefromnotsurprise]

[Maybe you weren't expecting to see a small, rage-filled parrot sitting on a table at 3am in a Denny's. Maybe that's something you weren't expecting at all. But that's really on you, you really should learn to expect anything in a Denny's at 3am.

ANYTHING.

The small, rage-filled parrot in question is circling a sad-looking...burger, waving his wings up and down animatedly like they're arms. ]

LOOK AT THIS THING. Look at it. It looks like it's just come from a freaking funeral. [He picks up a menu with a wing. Somehow.] Oh ho ho- Build Your Own Burger! Okay, but what happens when ya got no freaking toppings that don't cost extra?! That's a hustle! I know a hustle when I see one and I'm calling this a hustle!!! Who even wants to eat something like this? What's American cheese anyway? Is it what happens when real cheese dies?! Has anyone else in this stupid place got a better stupid burger than this stupid thing?!

Hunter | The Owl House | OTA

[cardinalrule]

[Hunter has been shuffled into a booth despite having no idea what this place is. He's given a glass of water and a menu, and the waiter scampers off to take someone's order. Flapjack settles down on the table, looking around curious, and with not much else to do Hunter has a look at the menu.

Then he gasps.]

Flapjack, look! [He points hurriedly at the plastic menu in his hand, tapping a gloved finger at one menu item in particular. The cardinal hops over onto his shoulder, cheeping as he looks down at what Hunter is indicating.

He sucks in a deep breath, a look of shock on his face.]

They have pancakes.

Hunter, meet Hunter.

[hashtagwoof]

Uh, yeah... I'll take the super bird and a side of grilled ham for my cat.

[ If the kid ordering food from the neighboring booth sounds grumpy and tired, that's because he is. Really, someone like him should have been asleep by now, preferably after having a nice dinner seven hours ago. But no. He lost track of time and couldn't call his chauffeur because his phone's dead.

So here he is, ordering something just so he could sit near a wall plug so he could charge the dang phone.

It was humiliating enough without the guy behind him squeezing about pancakes. ]

... Wuh? [ Hunter has to glance over his seat to see just who would be excited about the menu. ]

Why are you... Of course they have pancakes, dude! This place serves breakfast all day! Duh!

[ His hairless cat peers over the back of the seat to see what all the commotion's about. ]

Hunters!! All the Hunters!

[cardinalrule]

[Hunter glances over at the remark, frowning. Okay, so apparently some people aside from Belos know what pancakes are. He isn't totally sure if that's good or bad.

His gaze briefly trails over to the - that - what is that. Some kind of demon? Hunter squints a little at the hairless cat, while Flapjack fluffs up his feathers. A bird is, of course, going to recognize a cat, regardless of their fur situation.]

Breakfast? [Is this guy serious... he isn't sure, but it sounds like he's knowledgeable about pancakes and this is very important.] What are they made of? Slitherbeast blood? Fairy saliva??

So many Hunters!

[hashtagwoof]

[ While the hairless cat may look like a demon, it does recognize the bird as a bird. The kitty seems to be pondering whether to try and eat it or not...

Meanwhile, Hunter can't tell if he's more shocked or grossed out. ]

OMG, NO. That's flour, eggs, and milk. Why would you even- Have you ever had a normal breakfast before?!

[ It really shouldn't be too surprising, this idiot looks like he walked right out of Mordor or something... But then again no rational person would expect blood and spit for breakfast. Like... No. Just no. ]