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Post by CHARITY CHASE MIRANDA on Mar 29, 2010 23:50:22 GMT -5
Charity stepped into the restaurant with not much grace at all, almost falling over her own feet as she walked, drunk and ready for a good meal. Her eyes were somewhat bloodshot, one hazel and one blue. She was still a pretty girl, long white hair, tan, rather sexy actually. Charity made her way toward the first person she saw with a name tag and tapped them on the shoulder. When they turned they gasped at the site. Sure, Charity was still wobbling a little bit, but there was no need to be so rude.
"I want a table please, in the back?" Charity was eighteen, yeah, but she had been drunk enough in her life to be able to communicate. Charity saw the look of disgust on the persons face and quickly pulled out a wad of money and handed it to them. "Table." The male took the money and turned. "Please follow me, miss." The drunk girl started following, trying to keep her balance the whole way there.
Finally they reached a table in the very back corner, away from most of the people in the restaurant. "This is perfect." The man said something about sending someone back to take her order, but Charity wasn't really paying attention. She waved him off and heard the scoff as he turned and walked away. Eh, maybe the rest of the day would be easier?
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Post by isamu on Mar 30, 2010 0:24:54 GMT -5
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The other man who worked as a waiter in his mother's restaurant tapped Isamu on the shoulder. The lean young man turned his attention to him then swiftly to the tipsy girl at a table. "Alright...." he sighed, wondering why he got all of the...'interesting' customers. He stepped from behind the counter, grabbing a pen and paper to take her order on. Umasi was following shortly behind him, her head drooped low in her constant depression.
"Hello, miss, do you know what you'd like?" he asked, turning on his charming smile as he approached. He hated being 'charming' with people, but his mother insisted. His golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, their black roots a deep shadow in comparison. His light green orbs looked kindly down onto the girl. There was no sense of hostility until...
"What's with you? You some drunk of the street or somethin'?" Isamu tensed at Umasi's voice cut through the gentle silence. He brought his shoe back and hit her chest, glaring at the gray and black doe.
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Post by CHARITY CHASE MIRANDA on Mar 30, 2010 0:44:19 GMT -5
Charity looked up at the new waiter that was heading her way. The smile on his face made her want to puke, which was something that could happen right now, thanks to all the vodka and beer she had consumed in the last hour. Looking around, Charity noticed all the animals in the restaurant, and almost forgot where her own was. But she soon remembered that she left Kyle at her home, she always did when she was going to get drunk
Her mood changed a bit when the waiter reached her table and spoke. His voice was sweet, or maybe the alcohol was really getting to her. He was pretty cute to, unlike his little pet. The blue doe was tall enough, following the man around like all Daemons do. It got annoying, really. Kyle was so kind, so gentle and tried to stop her every time she wanted to have fun, sometimes she just wanted to smack him, but Charity was afraid she would feel the pain too.
When the ugly doe spoke, Charity felt the anger boil up within her. Don't make a drunk person mad. She stood up and glared at the two standing in front of her. " That exactly what I am, what you goinjh to do aut it?" Charity noticed that her words weren't coming out right, and she finally decided to give up and just sit back down as the head ache kicked in. "Water... please?" [/size] |
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Post by isamu on Mar 30, 2010 18:39:32 GMT -5
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The doe reared and skittered behind Isa at the girl's explosion. Her head peeked out from behind his back and she had a disgusted look on her face. "I told you," she said before turning and trotting off to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about her," he said with a charming smile. "So water it is, if you'd like anything else, just say so." With that he turned on his heels and walked the short distance to the kitchen. He slipped through tight spaces and ducked under outgoing dishes with ease. He hurried past a complaining Umasi and reached the water bucket where he filled a glass with water. He turned once more and repeated the process only backwards until he reached the front, where he dropped some ice into the glass.
"Here you are, miss," he said, placing the glass in front of the girl.
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Post by CHARITY CHASE MIRANDA on Mar 31, 2010 0:37:41 GMT -5
Charity tapped her hand against the table as the man walked away. She wasn't very patient, and she was tired from the rough day of drinking. Yup, she lead a rough life. Getting money from her daddy and blowing it all in a few days was sure hard. Of course... Charity wouldn't have any idea what to do in a place like this... if she was working that is. She had never had to work before, always being supplied with plenty of money from her sweet father.
It's not like he really cared about her, he just had so much money and giving a portion of it to her every week or so was just a way to get her to leave him alone. Charity had never really had a relationship with her father. Sure, he fed her, took care of her, but he never really told her bed time stories, played with her. The things that came normally to a regular father. Her mother had died when Charity was very young, she could barely remember the amazing woman.
Of course, she had loved her mother, but she didn't really know if her mother had loved her. Maybe thats why she drank so much, because of her parents. Or maybe she just needed someone to blame it on. When the waiter got back to her table and put the glass of water in front of the young lady, she smiled. "Thanks... Isamu.... did i pronounce that right?" Charity usually would wave the person off and fall asleep on the table, but something sparked an interest when she saw this young lad. Maybe she would end up falling asleep anyways... or maybe she would actually be entertained
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Post by isamu on Apr 1, 2010 0:18:43 GMT -5
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"Yes, miss, that's right." He said. He often forgot eh was wearing a name-tag and was surprised a lot when customers addressed him by his name. The surprised look quickly passed however and the warm smile took its place.
His father had taught him to always be polite to everyone, his mother had taught him to be courteous and patient. Umasi was always pressuring him to throw people out the door. Which she was happily doing at the moment as she pushed his father out the door to go buy some more supplies.
His crystal green orbs swiveled up in his black-rimmed eyes under his blond locks as he looked at her, lowering his torso into a bow. "Is there anything else you would like, miss?"
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