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Post by Kayri Vayne on Jun 22, 2011 0:41:35 GMT -5
It was a quiet night at the Royal Dragon. There were a few customers, just enough to keep Kayri busy. She moved about from table to table, serving, taking orders, cleaning, chatting with the few guests that were there. Her black hair was tied back in a pony tail that swished behind her as she walked. Today, she wore simple, black, oriental style top and black pants. As usual, she had a smile on her face as she greeted each person who walked through the doors of the restaurant.
Even with all the distractions from the guests, her mind was elsewhere. She wondered where her family was now. She wondered if they would be frequenting England again soon. Her mind also wandered to her craft. Fire breathing and spinning. She had a new trick that she was working on. She wished she could show it to her family. Ever sense that man had left her, she was alone. Only the customers at the Royal Dragon kept her company. But every night, when she went home, she was once more alone.
She was awakened out of her thoughts by the sound of the bell at the door alerting her to a new customer. She turned to the door with a soft smile on her face.
"Welcome to the Royal Dragon."
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jun 24, 2011 23:26:45 GMT -5
Dean had only ever tried Chinese food once before. It had been while he was staying at the foster home, during the period of time that his aunt had been in the hospital after she broke her hip. He'd been fourteen at the time, and Aunt Mildred had inconveniently chosen to fall close to his summer break. A neighbpr had picked him up at the train station and taken him to the hospital, but because Aunt Mildred had needed physical therapy, they made her stay several months, and Dean spent the summer with an annoyingly happy family that always insisted on having the whole family sit together for dinner. Dean had hated it there, but at least the food was better than Aunt Mildred's tasteless meals.
One night that had been particularly memorable was the night they ordered Chinese food. They ordered a variety of different dishes, and everyone had to try a little. They one Dean had really liked was something kind of spicy, and was named after some Chinese General. Dean had been wondering if the new Chinese restaurant in town had the same dish, and on this particular night, he had a bit of money from a few odd jobs he'd done around town, so he decided to check it out.
He almost snarled at the cheery-sounding bell over the door, but was just able to stop himself as he got a glimpse of the waitress. Even Dean wasn't immune to the girl's soft smile, but he didn't smile back. He simply nodded in her direction and made his way over to an empty table.
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Jul 5, 2011 15:09:45 GMT -5
Kayri placed the drink down that she was delivering and wiped her hands on the towel that’s tucked into her apron strings. She turns to the door and walks over to the man standing there. There was a smile on her face, but there was something about this man that was a little off setting. But he was cute, and it was her job to be nice to everyone, and she did it well.
“Just one today?”
Her eastern European accent was very evident. She picks up one menu and smiles back at him again.
“Please follow me. Is this your first time here?”
She begins to walk away and leads him to a smaller table in the corner near a window. She pulls the chair out for him and places the menu down in front of him. She looked back at him again and her heart skipped a beat. There was something about this guy that set her nerves off. But she kept on.
“Can I get you something to drink? Water, Cola, Wine?”
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 11, 2011 0:02:30 GMT -5
Dean had been about to choose his own seat, but at her words, he realized he was supposed to let her seat him. He wasn't exactly used to "civilized" places, and didn't always know the right way to behave. But he immediately changed course and let her lead him to a table.
He found himself wondering, in the back of his mind, what Greyback would think of dining in a place like this. Did Greyback only eat what he could kill himself? Would he mock Dean for eating in a restaurant?
Just as quickly, though, Dean pushed these thoughts from his mind. He was not a hunter, not yet. He still had much to learn and that was why he'd gone to Greyback. Maybe one day, he'd be hunting and killing for his food, but for now... well, he didn't see any harm in letting someone else do the cooking.
"Yeah, just me," he said shortly. "That's OK, right?"
Without waiting for a response, he slipped into the seat she had indicated, and took the menu from her. "Um..." he began, hesitating over the drink selections. Wine was too refined, water was too bland, and he had no idea what cola was. "What is cola?"
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Jul 19, 2011 12:39:57 GMT -5
The question confused Kayri at first. She was not sure if he was joking or if he truely did not know what cola was. But she kept her smile and continued on. She figured he must just be one of those guys that were a bit sheltered.
"Cola is a carbonated drink. I'll tell you what."
She leaned a little closer so the other patrons in the resteraunt wouldn't hear.
"I'll bring you one on the house. Then you can tell me if you like it or not."
She gave him another quick smile and turned to head back to the kitchen. She grabbed a cup and filled it with the traditional coca-cola. She appeared back through the doors only a moment after she had left and walked back up to him with the glass and placed it down infront of him.
"Here you are! Let me know what you think."
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 23, 2011 22:33:04 GMT -5
Dean was really more interested in watching her than in trying this cola. There was something about this girl that intrigued him. It was different from his one night with Bellatrix, or even the girl he'd met in the night club. This girl had an innocence about her, and yet... he felt like there was more to her. Like this job, this place was just a temporary stop in a bigger journey. Like maybe she had seen things far more interesting than her surroundings.
He knew he should just ignore this. He had other things on his mind; other tasks that were more important. He didn't have time for girls. But Dean was never one to think completely with his head...
When she returned, he looked up at her, their eyes connecting for just a moment before he picked up the glass and took a sip. Cola, he discovered, was rather strange. It was very sweet, like a type of syrup mixed with something fizzy. It was like butterbeer, but the warm, buttery taste was replaced by the heavy, syrupy sweetness. He wasn't entirely sure he liked it, but it intrigued him enough to keep drinking.
"Yeah, this is fine," he said. "I'll take this."
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Jul 29, 2011 13:58:22 GMT -5
Kayri once more gave him a smile. Another customer was calling her over and she motioned that she would be there in a moment. she then turned back to Dean.
"My name is Kayri and I will be your server today. If you need anything, feel free to ask."
She pulls out a note pad and a Quick Note Quill, not like the ones that the reporters use, which dramatize every word, but one that takes quick, precise notes.
"Are you ready to order? Or would you like some more time?"
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Jul 31, 2011 22:15:17 GMT -5
"I'm Dean," he said, forgetting that it was not typical procedure for the customer to give his name, only the waiter. He hadn't had much time to look over the menu, and he did so now, glancing down at it. Nothing jumped out at him for the moment, and there were a lot of terms he wasn't familiar with. It would take a little while to go through it. And besides, he wanted an excuses to make the girl come back again, so maybe he could flirt with her. He didn't really get to spend enough time around pretty girls, since all the other girls in the pack were already paired off with someone.
"I'm gonna need a few minutes," he said.
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Aug 2, 2011 14:53:09 GMT -5
Kayri smiles down at him and nods.
"Alright. I will be back so I can answer any questions as soon as I take care of this other table."
She gives him one last smile before walking over to the other customers. Her thoughts were still on this man, though. He reminded her of something. Something from back in her home country of Romania. There was something familier about the look he had in his eyes, his scent, his aura. She couldn't figure out what, but her mind was going over it the entire time she was helping this table.
Finally, once she was done, she turned back to Dean and walked back over.
"Have you decided or do you have any questions?"
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 3, 2011 16:37:38 GMT -5
As she walked away to deal with the other customer, Dean followed her with his eyes. Maybe it was just being around all those nauseating couples in the pack, or maybe it was just boredom, but for some reason, he found this woman fascinating. She was friendly and cheerful enough, just as she should be for this kind of job. And yet there was something about her, something different. It felt like she was as out of place in this restaurant as he was. There was something wild about her, and Dean wanted to figure out what it was. Oh, he knew she wasn't a werewolf or anything like that. But there was still something that he couldn't put his finger on.
Or maybe it was just that she was cute.
As she turned around to head back to his table, Dean quickly looked down at the menu, as though he'd been looking at it all along. Scanning it quickly, he saw what he wanted, but kept his eyes down until he heard her voice above him.
"Yeah, um... how do you say this one? General... Tso? Is he like some famous Chinese general, or what?"
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Aug 7, 2011 14:20:57 GMT -5
She had seen him looking at her from across the room, but thought nothing over. She figured he was just trying to get her attention subtly.
She looked over his shoulder at the menu, placing her hand on the back of his seat for support. She nodded as she pointed to the picture of the General Tso's Chicken.
"Yes, General Tso was a muggle general in China in the Qing dynasty. Though, the dish is just named that, it really isn't much of a chinese dish, just a chinese style of dish. Its fairly spicy, but I like it. But, would you like to start with an appetizer?"
She flipped the page of the menu to the first page to show him the appitizers.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 7, 2011 20:23:51 GMT -5
Dean had no idea what a Qing dynasty was, and he wasn't really all that interested. He'd sort of hoped that there was some famous legend or story of a really bloody and violent battle, but he didn't really care enough to dig for it. He just shrugged. "I'll have that," he said, before she directed his attention to the appetizers.
Scanning the menu, he hesitated. There were a lot of soups on the list, and Dean was honestly tired of soup. Skye did most of the cooking for the pack, and her specialty was soup. It was the easiest thing that could feed a lot of people. "I guess I'll just have some of these egg rolls," he said. "And what's duck sauce? Is that made from ducks?"
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Aug 7, 2011 21:34:34 GMT -5
She had her quick note quill jot down his order on a small pad of paper before turning back to him to answer his question.
"Duck sauce is a sweet and sour sauce made, for us, with plums. Would you like some with your egg rolls?"
Ok, so she thought he was cute. But, he was a customer, so she had to keep it professional. But she did smile at him an awful lot. While she was describing the sauce and waiting for his response, she was unconscious twisting her fingers behind her back.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 10, 2011 23:33:07 GMT -5
He was mildly disappointed by the description of the duck sauce, only because he thought there might be actual ducks involved. That made him wonder if the menu item of Peking Duck was actually duck, or just some Peking (whatever that was) with this strange sauce on it. Fortunately, he decided not to ask this question.
"Um... yeah, whatever. Is it a dipping sauce or does it go on top? I'd rather have it for dipping, in case I don't like it."
It occurred to him that she was smiling at him a lot. Dean didn't smile often, although he did occasionally smirk. This was one of those occasions. "Sorry... it's been a long time since I ate at one of these places. I think I was 12 or 14 or something, and I don't remember it all that well."
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Aug 16, 2011 0:29:41 GMT -5
It was sort of cute that he didn't know, but Kayri was used to it. It was odd for a Chinese Food place to be in England. Kayri was well traveled before she settled in England, so she knew how people would ask questions about odd cultural things. So she was patient with him.
"It would be on the side, so you can use it if you want. I'll just go put this order in and be right back."
Kayri exited to the kitchen. She put the order in with the cook, who informed her that this was the last customer for the night. She nodded to him and headed out. The last two costumers before Dean were ready for their checks so she brought them over to the tables and finished out their bills.
Finally, several moments later, she made her way back over to the table with his appitizer and sauce. She set the food down and looked at him.
"The General Tso will be out shortly. Anything else I can get you in the mean time?"
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Aug 18, 2011 0:19:52 GMT -5
It had not escaped Dean's notice that he was suddenly the only customer left in the dining room. He wondered if he would be able to get the waitress to sit with him for a little while. But he didn't ask just yet. He would wait until she brought his meal, then see if he could get her to stay.
For now, though, he simply shook his head, then picked up the egg roll from the little plate. He dipped it in the "duck" sauce, then took a large bite.
No one ever warned him that the inside of a freshly made egg roll was very hot. The outside had been fine to touch, but the inside, with such a large bite... He quickly spit it out, just managing at the last second to spit it into a napkin so that it wasn't entirely uncouth. Then he grabbed the "Cola" drink and began to gulp it down. The sweet, fizzy liquid seemed to burn his tongue even more, but it was also cold, so after a moment, he began to feel better.
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Aug 30, 2011 22:14:52 GMT -5
Kayri would have enjoyed sitting down and getting off her feet, maybe having some good conversation with this man, but she had other duties to attend to. So she stopped by his table a moment.
"If you need anything, just go ahead and call me over. I have to start closing up everything, but I wont be far away."
She smiled once more before heading over to the front desk. First, she switched all of the Open signs to Closed. But she did this is the most peculiar way. She walked over and did it with her hand. Magic was a nice thing to have, but Kayri didn't like to use it for everything. She liked the feeling of satisfaction she would get from closing and cleaning up by hand. Everything always seemed to shine a little brighter when she didn't use magic. Beyond that, she didn't want to rely on magic for her life.
She began to wipe down the front desk and took a glance over at the man, to make sure everything was all right. She knew the cook would let her know when his food would be finished, and knew it would come quickly because he wanted to get out of there. She figured that once he was done with the General Tso, she would tell him he could go for the evening and she could clean up by herself. If the man needed anything for desert, she could handle that on her own.
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Sept 3, 2011 23:45:39 GMT -5
Dean was glad she hadn't seen his little faux pas. For some reason, he didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of her, although it might have been because he wanted to just look cool in general. back at Hogwarts, he'd usually felt pretty sure of himself, and since he'd been turned he felt sort of... out of place. He didn't fit in with Zander's pack. They were too nicey-nice for him, and it made him sick. His attempts to join with Greyback were an improvement, but he still felt far from secure in his place with the pack leader.
But maybe if he could make an impression on this girl, it would get easier to eventually figure out where he belonged. It couldn't hurt, anyway.
Once the egg roll had cooled a bit, he was able to eat it, and found that he quite liked it. He had no idea what was inside it, but it was good. The duck sauce, however, was a bit sweet, and he used it sparingly.
As he ate, he watched the woman going about her business. Every so often, she would look over in his direction, and he managed an awkward smile.
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Post by Kayri Vayne on Sept 9, 2011 23:36:12 GMT -5
Kayri, after about 5 minutes, walked back into the kitchen to check with the cook. Everything was cleaned up and he was out back, smoking. The two conversed for a few more minutes before he finished up and apparated out and home. She smiled at where he had been and then headed back inside. He was a funny little wizard. She always enjoyed working with him.
As she headed back inside, she grabbed a thing of dumplings and cooked them up quickly for herself. As she let them cook, she brought another glass of cola out for Dean.
"The chef has headed home for the evening, if you want any desert, let me know, I can prepare it for you."
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Post by Dean Hallowell on Sept 11, 2011 0:32:58 GMT -5
Dean found that he didn't really like when she wasn't in the room. He was bored, and watching her was something to do. She was interesting, how she actually seemed to enjoy working, even choosing not to use magic when she could. Dean used magic whenever possible; even when he was with the pack. Only about half of the pack was able to do magic, so he considered his magical abilities to be one of his advantages over the others. Even now, if he thought it worthwhile to do so, he would be using magic to lift his food to his mouth.
"OK," he said, when Kayri came back to the table and spoke with him. He gave her his most engaging smile. "Do you have those funny little cookies with the messages inside?"
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