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Post by Weiss on Jul 28, 2008 23:20:31 GMT -5
"That's very true, Miss. And on top of all of that, this is a family business. This pub has been around for many, many human lifetimes. It's probably the oldest pub on the planet, period," he said, sounding fiercely proud of the establishment. Which, indeed, he was.
Al kept perfectly silent as Kirien burst in and began making demands. When she asked what he was looking at, he simply shrugged, and when she stuck out her hands to accept the order, he wiggled a finger at her, as if to say something along the lines of either 'one minute please', or 'oh no you don't'. Either way, he leisurely walked over to the bell, glanced back at Kirien, rang the bell, and walked back over to Kirien, handing her the dishes this time, both of which he had carried on one arm.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 7, 2008 13:17:08 GMT -5
(Aah, sorry! I didn't realize it was my turn!)
Kirien narrowed her eyes at Al's finger-waving. Not only was he holding her customer's food hostage, but he was preventing her from doing her job...on purpose! And he looked like he was enjoying it, too!
One could almost see the smoke pouring from her ears as he strolled over to the bell. When he made his way back after ringing it, she shot him with her very best death glare. If she didn't have to worry about her stupid boss stepping in and supporting the equally stupid chef, she'd have pounced on him and started swinging right then and there.
Stupid...stupid people, working together... She thought to herself angrily, sure that any other managment would see that beating up the chef was completely justified. If she was lucky, she might actually knock some sense into him.
She considered making a potion to make her boss sick. She wasn't much of a potion-maker, so that wouldn't be hard, but she'd have to make sure it wasn't poisonous. She didn't want to kill him, due to complications that might arise with new managment. But if he would take off work for once in his life she might be able to properly educate Al. If she did a good job of it, she wouldn't even have to worry about him squealing.
She accepted the dishes and childishly stuck her tongue out at Al, before skipping out of the kitchen. When she reached her destination, she carefully placed the plates on the table before Caldera. "I'm sorry about the wait." The demon apologized pleasantly.
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Post by Weiss on Aug 12, 2008 22:51:00 GMT -5
The girl was beginning to grow on Al. Anyone who was this entertaining was certainly worth keeping around. He shot her back a terrible imitation of her death glare and as soon as she had left the kitchen nearly burst into a fit of the giggles. He hadn't felt this young in a long time. He got to work preparing something else, but since his order was already filled it was sort of a mystery what exactly he was doing. Or rather, would have been, had anyone been able to see what he was doing.
Weiss busied himself dusting various things off. It sure seemed dead tonight.
After a good few minutes, Al rang the bell again and sat on an empty counter, smiling amicably at nothing in particular as he waited for Kirien to answer the call.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 13, 2008 21:48:32 GMT -5
Food tastes great? Worth waiting for? Kirien did her best not to openly gape at Caldera. She couldn't understand why Weiss' Bar and Grill was so very popular. Even if they had been around a long time, it was obvious that she was the hardest worker there, and her boss was featherbrained. Their cook was cocky and lazy and incompetant. And yet, she was sitting there talking about how great the food was?!
If she enjoyed her meal so much, she was expecting that she enjoyed her service, as well. There had better be a nice tip for her, or she'd be very upset. One did not usually want to make Kirien upset.
She eats like a starving animal! The demon observed, noting Caldera's food-shoveling just before she began to slow her pace. It wasn't like she had anything better to do than watch her customer eat, anyway...
The bell-ringing caught her attention, and she gave an exasparated sigh as she made her way back to the kitchen.
Doesn't he know the order's already done? What did he mess up now? He's so useless. She swung the door open and leered at Al, silently demanding to know what exactly he thought he was doing. Maybe when he's not looking I can accidentally push him in the oven! Teehee. He'd look so funny on fire!
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Post by Weiss on Aug 14, 2008 6:22:27 GMT -5
As soon as Kirien had left the area, Weiss looked around nervously and then pulled something out from behind the bar, sliding it across the counter to Caldera without showing her what exactly it was yet. After glancing at the kitchen doors once more to make sure Kirien was, in fact, gone, he leaned in close to Caldera and spoke to her in a conspiratorial whisper.
"I'm not sure if you have noticed, madam, but out waitress is a little... unusual. I think she might have some sort of mental illness, but I don't have the heart to let her go. Besides, her service is usually impeccable, other than the, well, 'death-glares', as the chef and I tend to call them." He took a deep breath before going on. "I was just wondering if I could ask you a favour. If you wouldn't mind," he said, looking down at his hand and uncovering what he had slid across the bar, which turned out to be a good few Aturs, "could you give her a good tip? I would never ask you to tip her with your own money even if I thought you were going to, because it would be incredibly rude to do so, so if you're tight for funds or just don't feel like tipping, please feel free to use this money. We keep it around just for this purpose anyway. We like to keep her in a good mood if we can. It's better for everyone that way."
His eyes pleaded with Caldera to humour him, and quickly, before Kirien would return.
"Hey there Miss Melantha!" said Al as Kirien entered the kitchen, voice sweet as sugar. He hopped down off of the counter and walked slowly closer to her. "I'm not one for false pretences, so I'm going to cut the crap m'kay?" From this point on his voice shifted further and further from 'sweet' and closer and closer to the 'business partners' tone. "It's pretty obvious you don't like me, and I can't say I blame you; I'm annoying as all hell and I know it. It's kind of my thing, jibing the uptight ones. But to my credit, you make it really really easy to do my 'second job'. And other than the occasional 'cower in your boots' stare, you take it pretty well. So..." he turned away from her briefly and snatched something up from the counter, returning to her with it and a cautious smile.
"I bring you a peace offering," he explained, holding out to her a third dish of wings and some potato skins as well. "These ones are for you. It's completely dead out there, and you've obviously had a stressful night. Take a little break and have something to eat. You can eat back here if you want, or even out at a table; it's up to you. Weiss won't mind."
"Orrrr," he said, rolling his neck slightly and looking at the ceiling, "you could just keep walking around here like a cocked gun, getting more and more pissed off at me until you finally snap and do something likely to get you fired. Contrary to what you're probably thinking, I'm not an idiot. I've been around for centuries, and I can tell pretty well that you're a lot more malevolent than you let on. Powerful demons like you can't walk around and expect no one with any amount of experience to notice that you could probably tear them in two if you were given the chance." He offered a friendly enough smile as well as this information.
"It's your choice," he commented with a hint of a shrug, still holding the dish out in front of himself, letting the delicious scents waft over to Kirien, and, as a direct result of this, her nose.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 15, 2008 14:53:47 GMT -5
Kirien had been contemplating whether it would be more believable if she 'accidentally' set Al on fire, or if she 'accidentally' stabbed him in the eye when she caught sight of the food he had prepared. She was about to comment on how no one had ordered potato skins and wings, insist that he was a failure in his line of work, and possibly smack him upside the head with a nearby plate when he started making a speech.
The redhead was deeply interested in what Al could have to say; until then, she was certain that he wasn't capable of more than the most primitive speech. Luckily, she gave Al her full attention, and could not hear Weiss calling her mentally ill in the other room. Job or no job, Kirien wouldn't let her blundering boss get away with that.
She wanted to snidely remark that if he knew he was annoying imbecile he ought to do something about it. She wanted to point out that she was not uptight, and she was going to clamp him mouth shut with those funny-looking chicken-picker-uppers. But he just kept talking and talking. She gave an exasparated sigh and began tapping her foot against the floor impatiently.
The last thing she seemed to understand was that he seemed to be saying she made him shake in his boots. She gave a smug little smirk, even if he wasn't a difficult person to intimidate. That's because he's a cowardly little bug! Teehee! She seemed to understand that the extra food was for her, as well, but she just blinked at it.
If she was impressed that he had been able to cook so much in such a short amount of time, despite Caldera's order coming in two parts, she wouldn't admit it. She took the dish, blinked at it again, and wondered what she was supposed to do with it, or what taking it was suposed to mean. The concept of a 'peace offering' seemed to go over her head completely.
She left the kitchen without a single word to Al, dish in hand, pondering why the stupid people she had to deal with were suddenly more stupid and more confusing than usual. She considered that he might be trying to trick her, and the food was actually poisoned. She'd have to make someone test it first, just in case.
She was sure she couldn't make Al eat it. Well, maybe she could, but for some reason she didn't want to go back in the kitchen just yet. She couldn't give them to Caldera, because if she ate something she would be expected to pay for it. There was no one else left in the place, so she zeroed in on her boss. She picked up a random chicken wing, confident that they were either all poisoned or none were, and jabbed it in the general direction of Weiss' mouth. If he didn't die, they were safe to eat. If he did die, she could probably throttle Al without anyone saying anything about it. He would have started it, anyway.
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Post by Weiss on Aug 24, 2008 8:32:25 GMT -5
((confid ent* )) After Kirien took the dish, Alyyarwen simply smiled and shook his head before turning his attention to the dishes in the kitchen. It was pretty dead, so he thought he might as well clean up. Upon seeing and hearing Kirien on her way out from the kitchen again, Weiss simply mouthed the words 'thank you' to Caldera and busied himself looking like a proper bartender, more or less avoiding Kirien's eye. He figured that, if anything, Kirien would be approaching the customer, so he was safe to remain as invisible as possible.
What he wasn't expecting, and indeed, what most likely no one but Kirien (and possible that sly devil Al) was expecting, was for her to come right up to Weiss and stick a chicken wing in his face.
"Hello there!" Weiss said, quite chipper, though whether he was speaking to the wing or to Kirien was unclear since the wing was directly between them. His eyes went a little cross-eyed as he tried to see what exactly was being shoved in his face, but his nose solved the mystery for him before he even had a chance to focus his eyes. He'd know that delicious smell anywhere. So the question was not of what was there, but why it was there.
"That's for me? It's from Alyyarwen? He knows I'm on duty," Weiss said, not pausing to wait for Kirien to confirm any of this. "I suppose it is extraordinarily empty tonight, though..."
He turned away from Kirien and the chicken, and toward Caldera. "I'm sorry, madam, but I was wondering if you would mind if I partook of the chicken wings as well," he enquired, taking the wing blindly from Kirien's hand with his own and holding it in front of him questioningly.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Aug 24, 2008 20:10:07 GMT -5
(ACK! Ahjghdjghkjhdsgvfaaa! -wrist cutting gesture-
I fix eet. D: Caldera's turn, tho.)
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