“Big Red to Little Red, come in Little Red. Over.”
… No response.
“Big Red to Little Red! Big Red to Little Red! Come in Little Re-”
“I'm right next to you!” Nove snapped, snatching the walkie talkie from Wendi's hand. “And this isn't a stealth mission! We're just going in and getting a table!”
“Ahem,” Dieci coughed, “People are staring.”
Nove flushed and stomped through the door followed by the other six and by the eyes of everyone surrounding them. “We need a table for seven!” Nove nearly scared the seating hostess to death.
Cinque stepped forward and with a dazzling smile added, “preferably in a dark corner where no one will see us... tee hee.”
The woman's face melted into a look of gooey happiness and she gathered seven menus and started to guide them to the darkest of dark corners.
Otto raised an eyebrow and looked down at Cinque as they headed to their table, “Tee hee?”
Cinque shrugged, “When you're someone my size you use what you've got.”
Though large their table was indeed all the way in a back corner. The table gave them a perfect view of the back of Jail's head. However, if he even turned slightly he'd probably see them, luckily he seemed too caught up in his conversation with his lady to pay them any mind.
The all sat around the table, menus in hand. Then the same thought occurred to them all at once.
“Now what?”
None of them had ever been to a restaurant before.
~~~
Was this happiness? Was all that other junk, pretty much his everything up until then nothing more then a precursor to the simple happiness he was feeling right now? Why did sitting in a dimly lit and overpriced restaurant, chewing on dry bread sticks from yesterday's batch, feel better then stealing relics of an ancient past and cloning a child emperor?
“So Mr. Jail what is it you do when you're not saving damsels in distress?” Maria giggled at her own joke.
Ah, that's why... isn't it?
“I'm a scientist.” It wasn't a complete lie. “I do research and development for the TSAB, cybernetic engineering primarily.” Again, not a total lie.
It made sense.
“Wow~~ How cool. Makes a part-time job hopper like me feel useless,” She chewed on the end of a bread stick a little blush crawling up on her cheeks.
After all, all those other things...
“No no, I mean, you're just looking for your own path, right? There's nothing wrong with that, that's what I think, at least.”
Didn't have her there.
…
What exactly was he thinking? Jail turned red from his own thoughts. Jeez when did he become a waxing romantic exactly?
“Mr. Jail are you okay?” She leaned across the table, a worried look on her face. “You look sick.”
Jail tugged at his collar, “It's just a little hot.”
“It is a little stuffy,” she nodded in agreement. She nibbled on the bread stick.
Wait wait wait. Why did he keep noticing the bread stick? The way she kept taking the tip in her mouth and- What the hell? What was it those kind of guys were called in those books? Perverts. That's what it was, Jail was some kind of bread stick pervert!
Maria stood up.
Jail panicked internally, what was it? Had she sensed his pervert rays? Did she have some kind of Perv-dar that had picked up on him?
“Sorry Jail, I have to um... use the restroom, I'll be right back,” and with that she ran off.
And so Jail was left alone. Wait, hadn't that been one of Sein's “Things to look out for”? It was over, he'd failed. Jail's head thudded off to the side it was over, ruined, and he hadn't even started on those “bases” the girls had been going on about, whatever those were.
His gaze fell on a table in the corner. It was weird, the table was set but there was no one at the table. He turned away, wallowing in his ever growing depression in the other direction.
Jail chewed on a bread stick, if he was going to be a bread stick perv he might as well enjoy them.
~~~
Wendi burst out from underneath the table cloth gasping for breath. “If he'd kept looking for one second more I was gonna die,” she fanned herself off with the menu.
“You shouldn't draw so much attention to yourself Wendi,” Deed gently tugged the menu from her red headed sister's hand.
“But it's hot, it's hot~” she sprawled out on the table.
Cinque emerged from under the table last looking rather frazzled. She'd been stuck at the very center, crammed in with all the others nearly on top of her. She checked to make sure Jail was moping then gave the neighboring, and staring, table a cheerful, childlike smile. “We were looking for my eye, I always seem to lose it~tee hee.”
Either they were too embarrassed for staring, or disturbed by the “answer” but the neighbors suddenly became very focused on their meal.
Cinque returned to examining the strange hard piece of what was supposedly food. “Sein, any sign of Quattro?”
Sein shook her head, “None, I'm starting to think those three were just blowing out hot air.”
“It is better to act today then to regret tomorrow,” Otto answered sagely.
Cinque broke the stick in half and sniffed the end, “by the way, what happened to Nove?” The ninth number was missing.
Wendi wasn't suspicious of the basket's goods at all and was happily munching on the sticks, “She went to the bathroom. Though it's been a- munch munch -while. Want me to- munch -get her?”
The youngest looking number shrugged, “you might as well.”
“Okay~” Wendi bounded off.
Their waiter, a handsome young man, approached them, “May I take your orders now ladies?”
They all stared at him blankly. Orders for what?
~~~
Shhhhhhhhhh.
Jail was a nice guy. No, that wasn't really being fair to him, plenty of guys were nice, Maria had met a lot of them and dated a few, but Jail wasn't like them, not really.
Maria put her hands under the cool water rushing from the tap. It was always important to be hygienic. That's what her dad had always said.
Jail was- well to be honest she liked him a lot. As much as anyone can like someone they'd really just met. It was a shame that- a shame that- that there were no towels.
Maria looked in despair at the empty towel dispenser, “oh just my luck...”
“Do you need a towel? I took an extra.”
Maria turned around, “Thank you very much.”
A pair of glasses glinted, the bespectacled brunette holding out a paper towel shook her head, “Oh no need to thank me.”
Wendi grasped the bathroom door's handle. She tried to tug it open but felt resistance. “It's locked?” The cyborg shrugged, “well it is a bathroom after all.” And she turned and walked away.