Charming afternoons and Awkward Nights
WHO:Vash and Alicia
WHEN: 3/17 It's getting kinda late
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: THEIR FIRST MEETING BEFORE CHOCOLATE WARS SAGA...
RATING: A for AWKWARD ADVANCES(?)
With a splitting migraine and bruise left on his left cheek from the last noise complaint he had just finished with for the night Vash was tired. Just plain goddamn tired.
"I hate Saint Patrick's day..." he murmured under his breath as he tossed his jacket over one shoulder. Sitting atop his motorcycle he spent a few futile moments trying dull the pain that was striking down on his head.
It could have been from all the constant drunken idiots displaying their so-called pride across the town while bellowing out their irritattingly terrible tunes of togetherness. Or maybe it was the fact that Vash somehow managed to forget his lunch once again at home, but right now he felt like punching the next guy who crossed him wrong straight in the nose.
Making his way down the street by foot he hoped to find a cheap restaurant that wouldn't be too busy(or filled with green beer guzzling drunkards)to grab a quick bite to eat before heading home.
Somehow he found himself drawn to the less crowded Dos Llamas. It wasn't too often that he stopped by the restaurant, or rather he's never stopped by but officers always seemed to bring food from the place on their breaks. Slowly he went up to the counter and rang the polished bell merely out of habit even though their seemed to be a waitress within earshot.
WHEN: 3/17 It's getting kinda late
WHERE: Dos Llamas
WHAT: THEIR FIRST MEETING BEFORE CHOCOLATE WARS SAGA...
RATING: A for AWKWARD ADVANCES(?)
With a splitting migraine and bruise left on his left cheek from the last noise complaint he had just finished with for the night Vash was tired. Just plain goddamn tired.
"I hate Saint Patrick's day..." he murmured under his breath as he tossed his jacket over one shoulder. Sitting atop his motorcycle he spent a few futile moments trying dull the pain that was striking down on his head.
It could have been from all the constant drunken idiots displaying their so-called pride across the town while bellowing out their irritattingly terrible tunes of togetherness. Or maybe it was the fact that Vash somehow managed to forget his lunch once again at home, but right now he felt like punching the next guy who crossed him wrong straight in the nose.
Making his way down the street by foot he hoped to find a cheap restaurant that wouldn't be too busy(or filled with green beer guzzling drunkards)to grab a quick bite to eat before heading home.
Somehow he found himself drawn to the less crowded Dos Llamas. It wasn't too often that he stopped by the restaurant, or rather he's never stopped by but officers always seemed to bring food from the place on their breaks. Slowly he went up to the counter and rang the polished bell merely out of habit even though their seemed to be a waitress within earshot.