- 30 minutes prior -"Oh! This is so delicious! I have never tasted anything like it!"
a petite woman squirmed in her chair frantically, making her already skimpy schoolgirl uniform skirt ride up her thighs, dangerously close to revealing pink dungaries! She brought her silver fork from her mouth, and placed it down on the plate before her, next to the most delicious, ridiculously exquisite vanilla cake you have ever seen in your life.
"This is cuisine for queens, mister! Why are you stuck in a two-dollar-backstreet-under the table-deserted place like this? You should be serving the Queen of England!"
The young, bronze-skinned man to whom she spoke could only offer a nervous smile in response, and put his hands in his pockets shyly.
"Well idunno. But thanks missy. You really think I'm that good?"
"You're better than good! And I don't give out compliments like those lightly. Please give me your name. I must speak to your manager about this exemplary service and food."
"Really!? That'd be great! That might help me get the promotion I'm after. Just wait here, I'll be right back with my boss!"
-10-15 minutes later-
Enter Scene: Kitchen of the Sur les Rochers bar and restauraunt"WHAT!?" a glass plate crashed into a wall, just narrowly missing the head of a tall man, dressed in a chef's outfit. "What do you mean he hasn't 'earned' a promotion!? He's the best damn cook in this backwater wannabe' place!"
The man cowered against the wall, searching frantically for an escape from the woman's wrath.
"Th-there is just a way things work here! You can't just come in here and demand-"
In a flash the woman was upon him, an armor plated onyx hand gripping, and wrapping around his thigh, the other thrown across his shoulder. She heaved him up, to the amazement of the whole staff due to her petite size compared to the man who was only seconds ago towering over him, and body slammed him onto the hard ceramic tile floor.
The kitchen went up in a roar, and the staff scattered like roaches, screaming and panicking for the guards. Meanwhile, Euphaire had the manager in an arm bar so tight it could impress Charlie Sheen.
And sure enough, the cavalry arrived! In droves no less! A dozen or so security guards, and even a policeman or two came upon the scene and had to pause before taking any action. Broken shards of dishes were thrown all over the place. Seasonings were dumped, and fires roared that could take the whole place down to nothing but embers. The man whom's service she adored just stood there, mouth wide open, in shock. Euphaire was in the middle of smashing the chef's head into a frozen turkey.
And now the action! The guards pounced on the girl who couldn't have weighed more than a buck thirty, and she threw them off with such ferocity they could have gone cleanly through the wall. More came, and more tried in vain to subdue her.
"Get offa me you dirty, dirty boys! I didn't come here to get groped!"
They grabbed her from behind, and one of the bastards though he could sneak in a boob fondle! Not this day! She leeveredged her momentum and weight, and lurched up, digging her 5-inch heels into two men's eyes who were approaching from the front to pin her to the floor, and continued(without shoes now. Her feet were so pretty! ^_-) upward, literally backflipping out of the men's hold. Being double jointed had its perks! She stood on their shoulders, and they looked up with a sense of shock and awe. Whether it was her masterful meneuver, or the fact her pink undies were showing in full view that made their mouths drop, she didn't know, but they wouldn't remember. Lights out!
She booked it out of the kitchen and into the main dining hall, but had to stop in her tracks. There were at least fifty grown men waiting for her already. Her clothes were torn and ripped, her bra and cleavage shamelessly exposed. Her eyes glazed over all the security.
Mexican standoff.
You could practically feel their sweat hitting the floor.
RING RING RING! RING RING RING!
A cellphone buzzing broke the silence, and one of the men, super alert, shrilled like a little girl when it did. The others laughed and pointed, but then remembered why they were here. Euphaire! They prepared to move in for the kill.
"WAIT!" Euphaire shouted. "This is an important call!"
The men looked to eachother in suspended confusion, and then to her, giving an "uuh. okay." look to her.
She picked up.
"Really? So soon? I thought I'd at least have a few more hours....
Okay. Alright. I'll be there." She hung up her cellphone.
"Sorry boys. This has been fun, it really has,but I've got business to attend to. Y'know, a woman's work is never done! TOOTLES!"
In a brilliant flash of crimson lightning, Euphaire vanished from the restaurant. Hm. Who else wonders if that kid ever got his promotion?
-Present-From a bubbling, frothing orb of shadow, Euphaire stepped out onto one of the great bridges. The one connected to the only other man who was here's stretch of land to be precise. There she stood, at the very center of the wooden suspension device, but her crimson eyes could make out the other mans even from this distance(Using the picture as a reference, I'd say they are quite a bits away. I am not super good with gauging distance off the top of my head, but we'll say a minimum of fifty feet is fair.)
"So you're the guy, huh!? Well may the best woman win! And hey, after this is all said and done, you should really go check out this place in Ariya named Sur Les Rochers. Service and food is to die for! Just say Euphaire sent ya', I'm sure they'll treat you with the utmost respect!"
As she spoke, her hand reached behind her, and grasped at nothing, and then brought it back to her side. It seemed as though she was holding something, but if she was, no one else would be able to see it. That's for sure.
Eden Raid - Immaterial Sheathe: "Sheath" that surrounds Eden Raid blocking out all light and sound. Invisibility sword for the win!
