Rholeen toys with her menu, and then stares at a passing waitress under the assumption that she will feel the gaze and take her order. Somehow the logic of this completely misses the waitress, who heads back into the kitchen.
Oscar nods slightly, pulls out a pen and scribbles on a napkin.
Rholeen rubs tiredly at her eyes, which is probably a bad idea since her fingers have a black grease on them that she must have forgotten about. Rho then unobtrusively cleans her hands on the tablecloths helpfully provided by the establishment.
Adele continues to consider the room with appraising eyes, the green in them shining as she observes Feinan and the man to whom he speaks.
Rholeen turns to watch the door leading to the kitchen. She sits patiently, never revealing the hunger she must be feeling. The waitress can't stay in there all day. She'll come out, and Rho will be waiting.
Katrina turns another page in her book, the first in a long time. Perhaps she is simply distracted. Perhaps she is listening.
Oscar pauses in his scribbles and chews on the plastic pen a bit.
You paged Alexander with 'Would you know what you call people who clean
up a table after you are through eating at a restaurant? My mind is a blank.'.
Alexander pages: Busboys?
Long distance to Alexander: Rholeen nods! "Thanks."
Adele regards the tables briefly again, and then settles into a chair at one, watching the others in the room.
Katrina glances over to Adele and smiles pleasantly at the woman.
Adele returns Katrina's smile, a quick bend of her head adding to the greeting. "Good evening," she says, softly, voice pitched to carry across the room.
The swinging door to the kitchen opens, and Rho's eyes open. She appears ready to pounce...but it's only the busboy. Rho's face falls, but she knows the battle has just started.
Rholeen unwraps a few saltine crackers to munch on while she waits. They are nothing to quench her hunger, but she knows she will need her strength. During this whole time her eyes never leave the swinging door.
From afar, Oscar giggles. Starving on the threshold?
Long distance to Oscar: Rholeen nods, and yells with the voice of Sting
in Dune "I WILL EAT HERE."
Oscar idly gnaws the end of the pen as he puzzles over his napkin.
From afar, Oscar slips off to prod the dang waitress. He wants a malt, too. :)
Rholeen idly notes that her ice water is almost totally gone, and she is still thirsty. Just one more straw on the camel's back. But does this upset her? No. She can play the game as good as anyone else.
Long distance to Kay: Rholeen is doing this with Adele in the room. If someone is going to come after me for silly poses, she will.
The doors swing open, exhuming the waitress and followed by the dark haired youth. He heads back over to the table he was previously at, picks up the chewed pen, and resumes his scribbling as the waitress heads over to Rholeen's table.
Oscar pages: Customers with rage and persuasion are a waitress' nightmare come true. :)
Rholeen sees her prey come out of the door, and tosses a spoon at her. The attack is unforseen, and the waitress looks confused. Rho then smiles brightly at her. "Oops, sorry about that. Kinda slipped. I'm ready to order now."
Oscar bites his lower lip and avidly pursues his scribbling.
Adele says "What _do_ you do? Beyond organize wonderful parties?"
Michi glances about the room, nodding to Adele, before heading for an empty sea
t.
Michi sits down at The small booth near the patio door.
Rholeen asks in great detail about each item in the menu, and then eventually makes an order. The order is a mixture of different items, with certain foods doubled, removed, or just made from scratch. As the waitress tries to escape, Rho tugs lightly at her sleeve, and indicates her empty water glass. Rho is not kind in victory.
Michi places a large black volume on his table and cracks it open, scanning the pages in silence as he waits for a waitress. When she arrives, he only orders a sandwich and glass of soda, waiting for her to go before returning to the book.
Oscar pages: If your going to pose bringing food back, have her get a malt for
Oscar as well. He ordered it in the kitchen.
Long distance to Oscar: Rholeen nods. "Ok."
Long distance to Oscar: Rholeen notes most people here seem to be better RPers
than her, but hey...I'm funnier. :)
From afar, Oscar doesn't rank himself way up there with the better RPers,
but thinks you're doing a good job for what it's worth. :)
The waitress returns with Michi's order, placing it off to the side as he doesn't look up. She turns to go just as he looks up and smiles his thanks, pushing the book to the side so as to not get food on it.
Rholeen fishes in her pocket for something, and brings out a bright silver coin. Rho runs it across her fingers, and then flips it into the air. The light sparkles on it's surface, throwing light across the room. You almost feel like you could be hypnotized by its flickering beauty...if this was a bad 'B' film. As it is, you just find it irritating.
Michi grins at Rho and the familiar display.
Rholeen catches the coin, and looks at it, almost missing the waitress as she emerges from the kitchen. On the tray is what she obviously ordered. Rho is more than a little disappointed to see it delivered to another customer. This poor man who gets it certainly didn't order fried chicken coated with thousand island dressing, not to mention mashed potatoes with grape jelly. But his mother was rather strict in his upbringing, so he only thanks the waitress, and digs into his questionable repast.
Rholeen waves to the waitress, "Excuse me?"
The waitress smiles at Rho. "Oh, don't think I forgot you." She then proudly places a malt in front of Rholeen, and before Rho can say a word she heads back i nto the kitchen.
From afar, Oscar raises an eyebrow. Waitress didn't get the point the first
time around. Hmm...
You paged Oscar with 'Hey, it's war. What do you expect. :)'.
From afar, Oscar grins and decides to drive a point home.
Rholeen eyes the malt before her as if it had arrived from the planet Mars.
Oscar watches the waitress come and go with a mild look of irritation. He flicks his middle finger across his thumb, making an idle clicking noise for a bit before standing up and heading into the kitchen again.
Rholeen nudges the malt with her finger, as if verifing it to make sure it's not a simple malt mirage. Rho can be barely heard to mumble "I hate malts."
Michi smilse slightly at Rholeen.
From afar, Oscar is going to tell the waitress that he's a friend of
Feinan's, her boss, and hand her a napkin with a table layout, along
with a bit of the persuasion gift. She ought to get the point this time
around, yes? :)
You paged Oscar with 'We can hope. :)'.
Oscar slips out from the kitchen with a bit of a smirk on his face as he returns to his old table.
Rholeen frowns at the malt, finding it's presence more and more irritating. She pushes it across the table so that it is sitting as far away from her as possi ble.
Michi finishes off his sandwich and calls the waitress over for a refill on his soda. He whispers something to her, glancing at Rholeen as he does.
Rholeen finds that isn't enough, and puts one of the cloth napkins over it. She apparently is trying to convince herself it's actually not a malt at all... just an extremely interesting form of table decoration.
From afar, Michi let's you pose whatever you want about Michi's whisper. He
basically told her that he thought there may have been a mistake with the young
lady's order, and that she may want to ask her about it. ;)
Long distance to Michi: Rholeen nods. "Ok."
Oscar rests his elbow on the table, leaning forwards onto his fist and clicking his nails as he waits.
Rholeen looks up at the approaching waitress, and she steels herself for the coming battle. It's hard to hear what they say to each other, but you can follow the discussion anyway. Rho reveils the malt with a flourish that any magician would envy, and jabs her finger at it. Next she points to the customer who is still working on his rather unusual dinner with a slight grimace of distaste. Finally she points to the kitchen door, and tosses a fork at it to underline her message.
Michi nods to the waitress as she delivers his refill, turning back to his book intently.
The waitress stares at the malt, and then turns to looks at Oscar. Slowly something dawns on her face, and she takes the malt away...her face contrite. She then heads into her kitchen lair. When she will return only the cafe fates can say.
Rholeen looks up at the approach of Oscar, and looks curious. Is this an ally in the cafe war, or just another barrier between her and her food.
Oscar lifts his head a bit and scratches under his chin. "'scuse me. Mind if I join ya?"
Rholeen nods, and smiles. "Please do."
Oscar smiles wryly and takes a seat.
Oscar stands and leaves The large booth in the far corner.
Oscar sits down at The small table next to the south window.
Oscar joins you.
At your table, Oscar avoids eye contact, gaze wandering over the top of the table as his left hand scratches at his peach fuzz moustache. "The service here is fantastic, huh."
At your table, Rholeen turns her glance from the door, and looks at Oscar. She then nods quickly. "So you have been having trouble, too?"
At your table, Oscar's lip almost turns up in a snarl, then quickly becomes a half smirk. "You could say that, yeah. Trouble tends to attract trouble in return though, wouldn't you agree?"
At your table, Rholeen smiles. "True. Don't worry, I've dealt with this type before."
The waitress appears at the door, and almost swaggers to the table that Rho and Oscar are at. She proudly shows the tray to the cafe, containing a malt, and a platter containing a hamburger and fries. She then places them on the table...malt is front of Rho, and the burger to Oscar. Then she just stands there, seeming to expect some form of thanks.
At your table, Oscar manages a slightly forced smile. "I'm afraid I'm not in a really civil mood with this particular waitress right now."
Michi sighs softly at the waitress.
Rholeen blinks at the malt, and then smiles towards her. "Why, thank you. Your service has been wonderful. I don't know how to thank you."
Oscar remains extremely still, looking at the table and nothing else.
The waitress seems rather taken aback. She apparently didn't expect this response. "Uh...you're welcome. Anything else?"
Michi gives Rholeen an 'I tried' look and shrugs.
Rholeen shakes her head, "No. You've done enough. Really. Thanks again."
The waitress turns back to the kitchen, still seemingly confused. So distracted is she that she never notices the ankle Rho has accidently placed in her path.
Michi frowns at Rho, but doesn't really seem too unhappy at her little revenge.
It all happens almost in slow motion, and it's a wonder to behold. The waitress, slowly getting her smugness back catches herself on the ankle. Her expression turns to one of shock. She tumbles to the ground, twisting about. As she collapses to the floor, her tray bounces off her head.
Oscar looks up at the sudden motion and smiles wryly at the scene.
Rholeen's hand go to her mouth, a model picture of shock and innocence. "Oh no. ..are you ok?"
Rholeen gets up to help her, and bumps the table slightly. It must be just a coincidence that the malt tips over, and rolls the length of the table to come crashing onto the waitress's head.
Michi winces at the scene, but remains sitting, knowing he can't help and would be in the way.
Oscar turns in his seat to help and accidentally steps on one of the waitress' hands. He winces. "Oops."
Feinan looks pointedly at Oscar and Rholeen, and offers his hand to the waitress.
The waitress looks to Feinan like he is the only sane person in the world. She then takes his hand with her uninjured hand, and pulls herself to her feet.
Rholeen sits back at her table, obviously glad that the waitress is unhurt. "Oh, by the way. These french fries could use a little catsup..."
Rho won the Cafe war...but is it truly over? Only time will tell.
