“If I have to pay for this I’m suing you!” Meanwhile, Karen is also staring at the fire, looking fairly horrified. “I do.” Constance stares intently at the fire. Her gaze drops from Karen’s face to the table, that is now burning. “What was that?” Constance is still giving Karen the Look. “Ah, shit,” Heiden says quietly, from under the other table, which is thankfully not on fire. He also is not paying attention to where he is putting his lighter, or the fact that when Karen stood up, she also spilled alcohol on the table. Kondraki takes great delight in the fact that he has utterly terrified this woman. Karen gasps, standing up quickly, knocking over her chair and drink in the process. Sheerly for intimidation purposes, yes, but still. This is when Kondraki decides to take out his lighter. “Fight them! Beat them up now, or I'm leaving and taking the kids!” Karen watches as the two tall men draw closer. Karen glares back at Constance for a few seconds, but she soon realizes that she can’t match the Look. The couple looks very uncomfortable, glancing between them and Constance, who is giving them a Look. Diogenes stands as well, and the two of them walk slowly over to the couple’s table. Unfortunately for them, this catches the attention of literally everyone sitting at the table, and since it’s not really clear which ‘those two’ she’s speaking of, she has now angered everyone except Heiden. The woman, Karen, gives them yet another dirty look, and gestures in the direction of the table, saying “I don’t like the look of those two ” a bit too loudly. Though really at the moment only Heiden notices this (due to the rather unfortunate, or maybe fortunate, fight between Diogenes and Constance at the moment), and he is under the table, and probably not coming out from under the table for quite a while. They start discussing things in hushed tones, occasionally glancing over at the table and giving everyone dirty looks. They are both dressed expensively, and they are eyeing the table where Constance, Diogenes, Heiden, and Kondraki are seated, with a mixture of suspicion and disgust. “How about a kiss?” he says with a smirk, leaning in closer. By this point Heiden has somehow managed to hide under the table despite the table not being a very tall table at all.ĭiogenes turns to look at Constance. “What the fuck, Diogenes?” Kondraki is still 404ing. “Of course you do,” says the man in black. Kondraki most certainly does not understand any of this. “I do not love you,” she huffs, somehow angrier than before. “Do normal people push the people they love into volcanos? Hmm, Constance?” He looks down at her meaningfully. “We’re all pretty fucked up,” says the man in black. Kondraki considers this for a long moment. “Are any of us okay, ever?” interjects the woman. “Am I ever, Kondraki?” Heiden seems more than mildly distressed about the topic at hand. “H-” he starts to say, before noticing the other man’s expression. “Oh.” The baseball hat man considers this, before turning to the short guy who has been slowly shrinking into the corner for the past ten or twenty minutes. “It was really hard to climb out of the volcano,” says the man in black. “Nice,” says the baseball hat man, impressed. “That’s the one that erupted a while back, right?” The baseball hat man seems to be reconsidering his opinion of the woman. ![]() “I’m somewhat of an expert on burning alive. “Oh, burning! A classic.” The man in black smiles, happy to share his knowledge on the subject. “Well, if I had to pick a way, I’d rather be burned,” says the baseball hat man, “but hey.” “You would rather be eaten alive by crows? Truly? ” “What fun is that?” asks the baseball hat man. If you were going to be tortured to death anyway, would you not want to go out in style?” “Actually, I have to disagree with you there. The tall man in black looks down at his date. The very tall man in a baseball hat seems slightly puzzled by her choice, but doesn’t say anything about it, instead saying, “Wasn’t there one with a cage? Where eventually the crows ate you, or something?” “My favorite medieval torture method,” says the woman, “is the heretic's fork. The four seem to be discussing something in great detail. On one side of the table sits a fairly nervous looking short man, and his very tall, much more intimidating boyfriend, who is also wearing a very nice baseball hat.On the other side sits a short woman whose default expression seems to be one of anger, and a tall man dressed in all black. Almost every table is occupied, either by couples, families, individuals, or - at one small table near the back - what appears to be two dogs in one trench coat.Ĭurrently, four individuals are on a double date. It is positively bustling at the restaurant.
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