Characters: Roman and Aria Setting: Ilikai Bar and Grill Summery: Roman's pigging out at a local restaurant. Sexy, I know. Rating: TBD Status: Closed; Incomplete
"I said I saw something floating in my water. Waiter! Hey!" The man sped by Roman's table for the third and final time. Again, he didn't offer a glance in his directions. There was no inkling the other man noticed his latest attempt. "Seriously?" Setting down the water glass, Roman went for his spoon, dunking it in and attempting to sweep out whatever little black thing floated within it. "Damn it!" His brows knitted and Roman tossed the spoon back on the table. It clanged loudly and bounced off, hitting the floor with another, much louder Clang!. When they came back, they were getting him another spoon too. In fact, he wanted a whole different set of silverware and maybe another set of dishes. Damn it! He wanted a new table, clean table cloth, and fuck! No. Absolutely no aquatic life floating in his water! Raising his voice along with a large hand, Roman tried again. "I said I have something floating in my water. Maybe you all are trying to poison me, huh?" The accusation accomplished its goal of attracting a few stares from nearby patrons and Roman nodded, holding up his glass for all curious eyes to see. "That's right. See that? There's something floating in there. Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if it is alive or not. I don't want to find out either," he shook his head just as one of the waiter's appeared and took the glass. At last. "Amen. Can I get an Amen in here?" The stares shifted back to half eaten plates and Roman shook his head. "You all need some religion."
A clean glass of water and Roman requested another set of silverware and another napkin. He was tempted to request a different table, but starvation won out and he kept his mouth shut. If Tej was here or any of the others, they would have been surprised. They might be shocked into a heart attack. It took a lot to shut Roman up. A lot. These people should be thankful he was so hungry. He was weak; he didn't have the energy to throw a bonefide Roman bitch fit. He ordered himself up some fresh, big grilled chicken breast, vegetables, and baked beans. "On clean plates, please!" he called after the retreating waiter. "And extra fried shrimp. On the side!" The waiter didn't even look back, but unless he wanted another display of Roman attitude, he would make sure that shrimp was crisp and hot. After all the shit he'd put up with, snake vampires and reptile chicks, he deserved a whole pot of the best shrimp. And a margarita too. A large one. No, a bucket of coronas. Ice cold. The thought had him smirking to himself, but it faded. Now, all he needed was a lovely lady to share such a meal with and maybe more. This was Hawaii? Shouldn't they be walking around half naked anyway?
Roman shifted in his seat, glancing around, but found well-dressed to fully dressed women. Damn it!! He had no luck. He didn't even get a Hulu when he arrived here. Wasn't that illegal or something? It was like a law! He wanted his Hulu dancers. And not snake ones either. Full, actual, human women with no scaly breasts or ugly ass fangs. Roman was as kinky as the next guy, but that was too far. Way too far!