Save the 'Date'

[pride_of_kiwi]

 WHO: Mano y Mano (Logan and John Paul)
WHEN: June the sixth redux, late night to early morning
WHERE: Liberty- the whole damn city
WHAT: Logan's clueless and John's playing for keeps. It's just unfortunate that no one ever told him the movies don't always have it right.

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[brawldownunder]

The closer they got to the restaurant, the more Logan realized it was one of those eateries. The type that with waiters, leather-bound menus, and those fancy napkins neatly folded into triangles. They were the type that Logan liked to stay away from. And this was his first time actually being in one.

Once inside, he couldn't help turning his head this way and that, ignorant to the looks he and his companion were receiving. Imagine, two giant blokes walking in a restaurant together, one wearing a suit and tattooed all over, the other disheveled with a tie crudely hanging around his neck. It already sounded like the start of a bad joke.

He was still distracted by the dim lighting and fancy set up that he remained quiet, afraid that if he did anything, the room would break. Or the table, he figured they were all this small in the restaurant (he was grateful for the knees brushing, felt like he wasn't alone in this alien world). It was just so different from what he was used to...it was all so clean and organized, everything was planned and nothing was out of place. Logan needed disturbance, a level of chaos.

And luckily John was there to deliver.

Unlike for John, time didn't slow down for Logan, he watched the glass fall in real time, as quickly as these blunders happen. For a second he met John's eye before his face split into a grin.

"Eh, good riddance! I was never a fan of wine!" he said with a chuckle and he picked up the empty glass, setting it back upright on the table then tossed his napkin at John.

"Oi! Mate, more napkins!" Logan hollered at the waiter across the room, waiving his arms in an exaggerated motion, effectively causing the worker (and every other patron in the restaurant) to jolt and almost drop the tray he was already perilously balancing.

When the waiter arrived with an obviously annoyed look on his face but no napkins, Logan slammed his hand on the table and yelled "Oi can't you see my cobber here is drenched in your wine?! I said more napkins mate!" He shooed the waiter away before turning to John with his classic shit eating grin and said "Ya think in a fancy place like this they'd have better service!"

[pride_of_kiwi]

Better yet, they would have had a nice pit in the back for John to crawl into and a good ton of dirt to toss overhead. There was the waiter, cursing under his breath about 'fucking bastard' wanting his 'fucking napkins' and there, all around them, was the whole sodding establishment staring once again. No doubt at the encore performance to follow their relatively impromptu entrance, to which John gave them all a nervous laugh as he hid his face behind a menu.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Really. It'll-" Stain. Feel incredibly uncomfortable and otherwise make him look infinitely more absurd than he already did, "Dry."

The git didn't listen, however, but oh, what a shock. Another instance he could equate their outing to his work with artisans of all genres. Those men and women who did not 'hear' but rather, absorbed what they chose to and spat out everything else. This was one of them. A bit different, but definitely one of them.

Logan, now Logan was- John tilted his head, squinting at small print 'Chowder cup 4.75 bowl 6.75 New England Clam, Lite Clam, Fish Chowder'- a true sculptor of entertainment. A fair dinkum drongo when it came to people, just like all the rest, but the man was somehow able to completely contradict that fact by managing to simultaneously annoy beyond all reason and completely charm a crowd.

Exhibit A, the waiter. Thoroughly pissed when he had gone to fetch yet another handful of napkins, his return and a few impolite jests traded back and forth with the Australian had him abruptly congenial. Uttering a cheery 'will that be all?' with John sitting flabbergasted in his tiny little chair.

He couldn't remember ordering, preoccupied with the pile of napkins now dumped into his lap as he was, but on glancing up at sudden movement he saw their server departing with scrawled-on-notepad in hand. Couldn't remember hearing Logan order either, but hopefully damn grouse tucker awaited him in that kitchen. If nothing else would distract him from his nerves, he'd most likely topple over like the wine and dry out into the rather expensive looking carpet.

"Ha, well, maybe next time we'll hit up a pub for some greasies instead. It's the beach after this, mate. Unless you-" John swallowed. "Wouldn't mind seein' a flick, aye? There's a Rocky Eastwood playin' at the Palm."

[brawldownunder]

The waiter really wasn't a bad bloke, even if he were a little slow in retrieving the napkins, but he helped Logan order since the Australian had no idea how or what to order and made his confusion and indecisiveness very audible. So after a few suggestions and mentions of house favorites, the waiter had their orders and was off to the kitchen.

Logan lit up at the mention of a flick, he couldn't remember the last time he went to an actual theater to catch a movie. It was usually rentals from the video store.

"Sounds ace mate! Haven't been to the movies in a while, the beach can wait eh?"

Logan then fell into his usual chin wagging rants, subjects ranging from the weather to what had just occurred seconds ago. "S'real shame about that suit mate."

But even with Logan's endless amount of topics, the food was still nowhere in sight and Logan had already finished his drink and demanding a refill. When even Logan got tired of flapping his gums, he tried to find another form of entertainment. He thrummed his fingers on the table and he noticed John's hand wasn't too far from his own (which was understandable considering the size of the table). He reached out to grab John's hand, hooking their fingers together. His thumb then pinned down John's slenderer thumb as Logan grinned at his friend and said "Thumb wrestlin'. Great alternative to the real thing and best way to pass the time."