|Vincent (king_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2010-09-04 14:30:00
|Entry tags:||amphitrite, aphrodite, ares, harmonia, poseidon, selene, zeus|
Zeus, Hera, Aphrodite, Selene, Poseidon, Amphritite, Ares, Persephone, Harmonia (Invite her, someone!). All the greeks. Any Greek.
What: It's all Greek to me and it shows in the reflections.
Where: A Greek restaurant downtown.
When: Afternoon. Lunch break.
Warnings: Well, they ARE Greek, but, this is doubtful beyond potty mouthism. P.S. Some realizations are happening, enter at your own risk!
Notes: No posting order established YET. Just go.
The restaurant was small and cozy. The easiest place to get enough reservations without having to get anyone fired or slapped with a big fat Mickey Mouse glove. There were already menus, hummus, pita bread, and ice water. The only things missing were the guests. Vince was negotiating the baklava that the cooking crew were saying wouldn't be ready until the evening. Are they fucking kidding? A Greek restaurant without baklava? What the shit kind of Greek place doesn't fucking have baklava?
"I don't believe you. Can't you just put it in the microwave?"
"No, sir. I'm very sorry but we can't."
"Do you see this face?"
"This face, the I don't believe you face? Did you see it? Do I have to make it again to really emphasize how much I don't believe you?"
"I'm sorry sir... I don't quite understand..."
"You need to make some baklava. If you do, I'll pay three-hundred dollars. That's more than you make working all day. Sound nice?"
The baklava was now being made, and Vince sat, all smiles, waiting for the first arrivals. Honey was using the restroom to attend to her immaculate hair and probably checking her perfectly manicured nails.