Denny's Meme

[memezillamods]

 It's late. Like, 3 AM late.
You're hungry. You're bored.
But nothing is open.
Except Denny's.


RULES

1. Post to the meme.
2. Find somebody to eat with. Figure out why you'd do this to yourself.
3. What even is "Moons Over My Hammy?" 

Comments

[brutalize]

[He's not sold that the sort of defense lawyers who would take a client like Grotto (or like him) were ever capable of doing much good, but he's not exactly going to voice that opinion and ruin the decent moment they have going. Besides, she's out now, so it's fine.

He shakes his head, smiling just slightly. He prefers the sound of corrupt budget spending to the dangerous mess she'd found last time they talked—not that he's deluded enough to believe she's safe just because it doesn't seem as bad on the surface, but... still. Let him have his moment.]

Yeah. The new gig sounds more up your alley anyway, Nancy Drew. [He doesn't doubt that she's getting shit done, because she's Karen Page. The only thing she does better than piss powerful people off is find her way to the truth and force it out into the open (which has a little something to do with the pissing powerful people off, of course.)] Now, if only people still actually read the newspaper.

[howbraveyouare]

Nancy Drew. [She echoes and laughs, shaking her head. Coming from a friend, she doesn’t mind the nickname, but had it been someone else she probably would have shot an icy glare in his direction.] Yeah, I guess that’s me, now.

[At the comment that people don’t read the newspaper, though, she wrinkles her eyebrows and her lips twist into a displeased little frown. It’s unclear whether the expression is serious or meant as a joke.] Hey, now. Are you calling my work obsolete?

[She quirks a brow as if she’s daring him to say yes. This is dangerous territory, Frank. Tread carefully.]

[brutalize]

Print newspapers? Yeah, I'm calling them obsolete, because I've been paying attention for the last decade. [Hey, he's Frank Castle and he's honest. Whether people want him to be or not.

Either way he's not worried about it. Karen has a way of getting information into the right people's hands (or the wrong people, depending on how you stand on the whole vigilante issue), even though it can't possibly be through her actual dayjob. As long as she's looking into the stories and getting a paycheck for it—since as far as he can tell she was just doing it for free before—that's all that really matters.] I thought everyone moved online by now.

[howbraveyouare]

[For a moment she stares at him in disbelief, but then decides that yes, he is Frank Castle and of course he’s going to speak his mind with her. Karen shakes her head and shuts the jaw that had been hanging open for a moment there.]

Some people still read the paper. I wouldn’t be receiving hate mail if they weren’t reading. Besides, some of the things I write do go up on the website.

[The waitress walks up to the two of them, Karen scooting back in her seat to allow space on the table for her pancakes. She gave a quick, appreciative smile to her waitress before the woman retreated back to the kitchen and then grabbed her fork to dig into her late night meal.]

So, you see, even if the paper is obsolete, my work is not.

[She raised her eyebrows, successfully fighting the urge to stick her tongue out at Frank. With her free hand, she drizzles some syrup over her pancakes.]

You’re sure you don’t want one of these after the disaster that was your eggs?