The Pickle Hut, Los Angeles, Thursday Afternoon

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The Pickle Hut was quietly popular; it had a normal crowd and a decent-sized rush around lunch and dinner, but there were definitely parts of the day that diners could head in and have the restaurant to themselves. Nick, having grown up not far away, could practically set his watch by those times. They were his preferred times to eat there, since he was getting to be a well-known agent for a very known firm. And in LA, where an agent went, the paparazzi had learned that stars often followed after. So days when Nick wanted to lunch in relative peace, he headed down to The Pickle Hut during one of those empty time slots and enjoyed the peace and quiet.

Those dead times also came in handy when you were a superhero meeting up with other superheroes to discuss a zombie invasion over delicious burgers and brined foods. It was pretty inevitable that they'd all find themselves here; Nick had introduced Kathy to it a year ago and sometimes their schedules overlapped enough that they'd end up catching a meal together. So when Max had started complaining about needing to eat, they'd both suggested The Pickle Hut in unison. It was close, cheap, and filling; Mona was content to leave them alone to talk with only the occasional interruption for refills; and they had the chance to eat truly addictive pickles and talk about hordes of the undead without being overheard.

The Mighty Dragon (who just as often went by George) and Stealth (who remained Stealth and had yet to be seen unmasked), had elected to stay and talk strategy. Zzzap had flown back to Boston or wherever, and the rest of the heroes were still at their day jobs. That left Kathy, Max, Nick, and Josh to head to the diner and continue to go over the information they'd gathered during the last few days--while enjoying amazing burgers, giant milkshakes, and random pickled sides--including authentic kimchi which delighted Kathy to no end.

[For the two aggravated ones, please! Link to Dante at the club]

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Re: The Pickle Hut

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Dante wanted to spit out a None of your fucking business, but his head was swirling and Anders' response was nicer anyway. "Yeah," he said, which was a lie, but it was the easiest way to get this train moving to something useful so he wouldn't be freaking out on either of them. "Let's move."

He was moving. He had that going for him.

Re: The Pickle Hut

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"He's my friend," Kathy said, her glare suggesting that Max had better back a few steps up. "It'd be best if neither of you forgot that again."

And then she was herding them out the door, Anders' hand warm in hers, spitefully leaving Nick to pick up the tab for her lunch. Petty, yes, but she was more focused on getting the guys back to her place to do much else.

Re: The Pickle Hut

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Nick just slumped in the booth, head back. He needed like thirty aspirin and a glass of ouzo to wash it down with. Max, thankfully, was silent, watching the three teens depart with narrowed eyes.

And when he did speak, it was without the sly amusement that normally characterized his tone. "This was interesting," he murmured. "I need to check my books." And then he was up and gone, too.

...Also without leaving cash for lunch. And swiping the money that Josh had left behind.

Groaning, Nick pulled out his wallet. Fuck going back to the office; he was taking a half-day today,