| [Aug. 18th, 2008|02:01 am] |
Should've seen that coming, Raidou thought, watching the waitress do exactly what all young serving staff did under the influence of Genma's carefully honed charm--melting was a good term for it. He completely missed the look she cast him, being far too busy not-glaring at his partner; it was one thing to engage in a minor battle of pride over curry, but entirely another to enlist backup in the shape of waitresses and bloody Mangrove-trained chefs.
He didn't say anything. If Genma quoted "there's no such thing as cheating at being a ninja at him" Raidou would be sorely tempted to kill him. He agreed with the sentiment, he just didn't like to hear it when he was losing.
On the other hand, there was such a thing as going down fighting.
"Excuse me, miss," he said, catching the waitress's attention. He was surprised when she blushed red and smoothed a hand over her mouth. He waited a beat until she had composed herself and pointed at an item on the menu. It was accented with five little chili markers. "You think we could get the Wave Country Peri-Peri Crab Soup as a starter? Might as well pick things up on the right beat." He smiled a half-smile, winning another giggle.
"No problem at all, sir!" She made a note, asked them if that would be all, and sailed off towards the kitchens.
"Nice girl," said Raidou, hoping the beer came served at ice-cube temperature. |
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