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Post by Becky Stanton on Dec 3, 2006 2:11:02 GMT -5
Becky hurried over to the table with their watermelon soup and the boxes of chocolate cake. She spotted the looks on their faces and knew it would be a good idea not to bother them too much. "Here you go, and here's your check," she said. "Just let me know if you need anything else. Thanks for coming, and have a great day!" She walked away thinking that they were surely going to have a much better day than she was...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 3, 2006 2:13:34 GMT -5
"None of that now! you started it." he said grinning as he brought her a little closer and settled his arm on her back. "Besides, I'm sure you'll be mildly entertained by watching me chug glass of pureed watermelon."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 3, 2006 2:18:28 GMT -5
"Like you chugged wine when we first talked?" she asked, nudging him playfully. "It's funny, you know... back when I still drank, I could drink 5 or 6 shots of firewhiskey with no ill effects, but wine always knocked me out. I couldn't imagine chugging it the way you did..." She laughed as the waitress brought their desserts and left the check. "OK, well, here's the soup... let's go..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 3, 2006 2:27:07 GMT -5
Voltaire smirked as his wand turned the extended bowl of watermelon soup into a stein. He picked it up and then proceeded to drink down the somewhat thick soup. He finished and set it back down on it's charger and transfigured it back into an empty bowl and he let out a belch.
"what? it's a compliment to the chef!" he said grinning as an older man in a tall chef's hat stuck his head out of the back of the restaurant and frowned. walking back into the kitchen muttering about uncouth costumers.
Voltaire picked up the cookie spoon and handed it to Isabella as he took the check and dropped a small bag of coins on top of it.
"Chugging wine isn't a good idea, Chugging soup however is very filling." he said with a grin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 3, 2006 2:32:10 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "I see now why Vincent thought I was too classy for you," she teased. She kissed him, then began to nibble the sugar cookie spoon. "Well, this was lovely... we should come here some other time and see if we can manage to keep our hands off each other long enough to get through a meal... Now, let's go," she said, gathering up their packages and putting a shrinking charm on them to make them easier to carry.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 3, 2006 2:43:53 GMT -5
Voltaire took up their packages and then said to their waitress as they walked out, "Keep the change, it's you tip." and the both of them exited, stage left.
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Post by Becky Stanton on Dec 3, 2006 2:48:21 GMT -5
Becky watched them go, shaking her head with an amused smile on her face. "Well, at least they left happy," she thought to herself. She walked over to their table and began cleaning everything up. When she was done, she picked up the pouch and noticed they'd left her a very nice tip. She smiled to herself. Maybe her day wouldn't be so bad after all... ((And I'm closing this now.  )) |
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