She's an angel of fashion with her wings flown high [Open]
WHO: Lucy (keystothezodiac) [possibly Karin and Jan?] & any customers~
WHAT: Just another day at the job
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Day 382; 9AM - 4PM
( She moves like royalty in the flesh; Her hair flows perfectly, never messed. )
WHAT: Just another day at the job
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: Day 382; 9AM - 4PM
( She moves like royalty in the flesh; Her hair flows perfectly, never messed. )
"... Shrimp sounds pretty good, though." he added, keeping up the commentary.
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The kid was cute, in his own kid way. "Is there someone else coming, or are you alone?" It was a plain question, simply asking if she should fetch another menu, but there was an undercurrent of worry. Shouldn't a kid have someone to look after him? "I can take your drink order while we wait and you decide."
She gave him a friendly waitress-like smile, but she was still smoldering beneath the surface. She was in this for the money, that was it. This was not mage's work and it ground her nerves, especially since she couldn't even summon Plue of all spirits...
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"Water's good," he chirped, almost saying 'soda' but catching himself. Fizzy drinks, around here? Didn't seem likely. (It was okay to be mocked by Bruce for junk food, but not for subpar awareness of his surroundings.) He glanced over the menu, edging in on the big guy's personal space just a hair. Which was less than usual; Tim knew the case had to be winding him up.
"Seriously, pizza-flavored ramen?" he murmured, just a little amused. "Or hey... octopus." Ew. " 'Spose that's fit for human consumption?"
Not that they'd have stuff fit for nonhuman consumption out there on the menu. Probably. Blood ramen? ... Okay, grossing himself out now. Tim made a yucky face at the general populace, and pondered the merits of just picking the special.
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If it was possible to jump five feet in the air from a standstill, Lucy just managed it. A noise escaped her lips as she turned to look at him, unamused by the silent entry. She forced the smile back on her face, though, heart pounding away in her chest. "Ah...!" She managed. "Of course. Water."
Her steps were probably a little quick for the usual pace for a waitress, but she let herself slump against the wall in the kitchen, placing a heart over her chest to feel it thumping. Her head laid back against the wall and she let out a sigh. Too high-strung. Too tense. She relaxed her body, busying herself with gathering water to give the patrons time to themselves.
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Now if only he had someone to complain about all this to. Being silently irritated was just no fucking fun.
He perked almost immediately to hear Lucy swing back into the kitchen, a grin already spreading across his face. He liked when Lucy was the waitress. Plenty to admire! But before he could launch into anything either sleazy or whiny, he noticed the theatrics.
"Sup, bitch?" The grin was replaced by a cocked brow, and he leaned around one of the rows of hanging utensils to peer more effectively. "We got an asshole out there or somethin'?"
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He sighed heavily, theatrically, and ducked back between the half-wall partition that separated them. "Fiinnee, fine. Special for the cockswabs at 5, coming up."
Necessary ingredients began to be gathered, flames turned up, pots of water set to boil. And then his wheedling, suggestive voice rose from above the clink of cookery. "That outfit go any shorter? I think some more leg-meat would totally bring in more money-spending fuckwads, you know?"
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She whipped around to give him a death glare. "Pervert." Lucy scooped up the glasses to head back out to the food area. With both hands full, though, she had to use her hip to bump open the door.
Part of her wondered if she'd regret that action later. Oh well. She slid the glasses in front of the two before giving them a smile.
"Sorry. Have you decided or should I give you more time?"
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Though apparently digestible enough to keep the unlikely business partners of Karin Maaka and Jan Valentine afloat. Either that or with two pizzerias in town, people rarely were foolish enough to try that particular recipe. Regardless, Bruce wasn't and never had been particularly daring with his meal choices. He knew what he needed to have the energy to get through their nightly patrolling, and he expected he'd lose more energy trying to digest pizza-flavored ramen than he'd gain.
When the waitress approached with their drinks, he offered a bland smile-- even though his Bruce Wayne persona had fallen into disuse, he still found aspects of it helpful from time to time-- and nodded.
"I'll have an order of shio ramen, please."
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Broaden his horizons, right? Or maybe just so he could claim tentacles were gross and the stuff was rotten and nasty and he wanted to whine to the cook. Maybe.
"Met a weird lady over the journals the other day," he started, idle chatter fending off the quiet. "French accent. Flat face. Nice attitude." By which he meant, enjoyed freaking out Valentine. Hard to believe she was actually a giant spider, but weirder things had happened. Mostly to the League.
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"Aaand, oct...o...pus?" It came out as more of a question as her pen scratched against the paper. Lucy wrote it down, however, and leaned over to collect the menus from the pair of men. The mage gave them a parting wave, "Your food will be out soon."
There was another smile, and she disappeared into the kitchen.
[ooc: >>;; how do you guys want to continue this? You could thread for a bit until you want Lucy to come back or I can just let you two tag once each and have the food come out really fast...?]
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