Superfast, superfast, I come in last
Characters: Marbles (viva_la_materia), Black (hisbutler_bound)
Date/Time: March 30th, afternoon
Location: Black's Rose, and later all through the Bazaar
Rating: PG? Maybe higher for language.
Summary: This isn't the first time Marbles has dined and dashed (thank you, King-sensei), but it's the first time anyone has given her a run for their money. Literally.
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Sometimes Marbles wondered if it was really worth it to sneak out of restaurants without paying. It wasn't like she was short on cash. She could probably have paid for anything she wanted to eat in the Bazaar - in fact, she usually did. But every so often, her feet got to itching, and there was just such a rush in knowing she'd gotten away with something...
And if anyplace had ever been tempting, this new restaurant was. She'd swung through to have a look when it first opened, without ordering anything, and had been delighted. This place was swanky. Fancy food, classy decor, elegant atmosphere, and run by a snooty-looking nancy-man in a suit who practically begged to have his upturned nose rubbed in it.
(She wasn't sure exactly what it was about a well-tailored black suit and tie that made her want to annoy anybody she saw wearing them, but she'd noticed herself feeling that intense desire more than once. Another unsolved mystery of the Tree.)
So far, so good. She hadn't been able to convince the waiter that she was old enough to have a glass of wine with her pasta and salad, and she didn't feel like IDing herself by pointing out that she worked at the bar, so she'd let that one go. Still, the food was brilliant, and she was happily stuffed with chicken and linguini and some kind of creamy sauce, and just about ready for her check.
Which meant, of course, that it was time to go.
Marbles smiled to herself, then carefully schooled her features into a picture of innocent nonchalance, got out of her seat, and walked casually in the direction of the door. In her experience, all she had to do was look like a legitimate customer headed out for a breath of fresh air, and she could walk right out without being noticed. Piece of cake...
Date/Time: March 30th, afternoon
Location: Black's Rose, and later all through the Bazaar
Rating: PG? Maybe higher for language.
Summary: This isn't the first time Marbles has dined and dashed (thank you, King-sensei), but it's the first time anyone has given her a run for their money. Literally.
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Sometimes Marbles wondered if it was really worth it to sneak out of restaurants without paying. It wasn't like she was short on cash. She could probably have paid for anything she wanted to eat in the Bazaar - in fact, she usually did. But every so often, her feet got to itching, and there was just such a rush in knowing she'd gotten away with something...
And if anyplace had ever been tempting, this new restaurant was. She'd swung through to have a look when it first opened, without ordering anything, and had been delighted. This place was swanky. Fancy food, classy decor, elegant atmosphere, and run by a snooty-looking nancy-man in a suit who practically begged to have his upturned nose rubbed in it.
(She wasn't sure exactly what it was about a well-tailored black suit and tie that made her want to annoy anybody she saw wearing them, but she'd noticed herself feeling that intense desire more than once. Another unsolved mystery of the Tree.)
So far, so good. She hadn't been able to convince the waiter that she was old enough to have a glass of wine with her pasta and salad, and she didn't feel like IDing herself by pointing out that she worked at the bar, so she'd let that one go. Still, the food was brilliant, and she was happily stuffed with chicken and linguini and some kind of creamy sauce, and just about ready for her check.
Which meant, of course, that it was time to go.
Marbles smiled to herself, then carefully schooled her features into a picture of innocent nonchalance, got out of her seat, and walked casually in the direction of the door. In her experience, all she had to do was look like a legitimate customer headed out for a breath of fresh air, and she could walk right out without being noticed. Piece of cake...