Re: Peking Duck Xmas Is A-Go!
As Bobby's feet returned to the floor he began to dial the number of Madame Xaio's. Used to be a bordello and is still decorated like one, but now its one of the best Chinese joins in the city. He could imagine how the place looked right now; never seen so many yarmulkes in a whorehouse before he thought with a chuckle.
The accountant made the call; when he asked for Sweet and Sour Pork (and more than one serving of it at that) the receptionist asked him to repeat that twice.
He put the phone down then; at Ragnar's request he nodded and smiled. I don't blame him he thought as he remembered some of the times when he played in the snow when younger. "Sure, just let me get some actual clothes on," he said. He picked up a sauce-drenched slice of ham and popped it in his mouth then; his teeth sank into the flesh and he let out a groan of pleasure. Alright, as shitty as Christmas is, at least the food's good... He then dashed to the bedroom and pulled on his trousers (which he'd left on the floor) and a punk-rock t-shirt, as well as a heavy warm overcoat.
When he emerged in respectable apparel, he nodded at the Fenrisian; "they're only ten minutes away. Are you ready, big man?" He could already imagine the crispy texture of the Peking Duck's skin.