[Open] for business~

[bustybentobabe]

Characters: Angel Starr and any of you starving masses
Content: Angel is working at one of the food stands at the races. Feel free to drop by for a bite to eat.
Setting: In the middle of the makeshift market
Time: Lunchtime, of course
Warnings: Don't worry, these lunches are delicious, nutritious, and not laced with any special ingredients. And

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[frakkdis]

...Huh. THAT looked like a new place.

Kara had been moseying along through the town, on the way for drinking (her regular habit, of course, especially now with all the new places) when she spotted the stall with the funky lunch box things.

Cute designs. The blond was no average girl, but she did like nifty things.

[frakkdis]

"Everybody needs a talent, I guess~"

Excellent sake, this was. Kara downed the rest of the contents of her glass.

[bustybentobabe]

That was to be expected, really. Lunchland was known for nothing if not top quality.

"Speaking of talents, I'll be sure to watch for you in the race." She smiled sweetly. "I had almost thought there would be no one worth rooting for."

[frakkdis]

"Heh. You sure you're betting on the right horse? You haven't even seen me fly yet."

[bustybentobabe]

"Who said anything about betting?" She shrugged lightly. "I'm not much of a gambler, I admit. Not unless it's a sure bet."

[frakkdis]

"There's a wise decision for you, sweetheart." Kara gave the woman a toothy grin. "I'm damned good, but it's never smart thing, counting your chickens before they hatch."

[bustybentobabe]

"Of course. Not unless you're making fried eggs." She smiled back, amused.

"So, who else is flying? Any big names, or little names that should be big?"

[frakkdis]

"Nobody I know, save one, and you probably don't know him."

[bustybentobabe]

"..."

That was presuming a lot. Actually, Angel knew a lot of people. But if she said how, that'd reveal more than she'd like about who she was.

"No, I guess I probably wouldn't. Not unless he was an old ex."

[frakkdis]

The thought of Kyouya Hibari being with anyone or anything but his plane was enough to make Kara laugh again.

"I highly doubt he was. He's a fucking machine, that one."

[bustybentobabe]

Angel just chuckled. "You should be careful with your words. A little misunderstanding, and you would make it sound like he was almost certainly someone I would have dated."

Because there was a world of difference between a fucking machine and a fucking machine.

[frakkdis]

Kara raised an eyebrow at the other, but did not comment.

"Pour me another one, sweetheart. This is good shit."

[bustybentobabe]

"Gladly," she said as she poured her another cup with steady hands.

And then, she picked up her own cup. "It's very nice, isn't it? We never settle for anything less than the best sake. It can be difficult to come by, but..." She took a slow sip. "... like all the best things in life, every sip is worth the effort."

[frakkdis]

"Whoa. That's deep."

[bustybentobabe]

Angel just smiled. "Just a little food for thought."

"You would be surprised how deep the connection between the heart and the stomach really is. Suppose you were to ask people, 'If you had one day left to live, how would you spend it?' Some people know how they would spend their final hours, down to the last minute. Others might have no idea, and even find it hard to think up a good way to go out. But no matter who you ask, just about everyone knows what they want their last meal to be."

[frakkdis]

Kara stared.

"You're weird."

Although she couldn't fault the logic at all. Sort of. She'd be more concerned about her last smoke, or drink, on her end.