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Sladelius had been rather dissapointent in his current situation. "...." Not a word left the man's lips as a frivilous wench commanded his doing. "Hey you, the customers are getting impatient! That's the only seat left in the bar!" In reply to this, the creature's thin right brow rose high over its counterpart. Silken spiked blonde tresses slumped as his shoulders rose in indifference to her words. "I paid for my meal, madam. It would not be fair to boot me from the locale without finishing it." The swordsman's tone was rather cold, yet in an unintentional manner. Dominant right hand rose high to press a single slender index finger accented in lustrous polish to pale lips. "I would rather take my money back, rather than eat in this hell hole you call a resturant."
"Bah! Just who the hell do you think you are?" The woman scoffed in disgust. Dull chocolate eyes soon met the back of her skull, signaling a quick roll. "Are you trying to get me fired or what, buddy?" Tiny fingers crept across the oak table the man had sat at, snagging a pair of chopsticks as Sladelius' irisless cerulean sight producers followed on point. "Jacking my eating utensils will not make me leave." The waitress boldly extended a small ruby tongue toward him, placing the wooden sticks in between a creamy thirty-eight inch set of E-cup breasts. "Mine now.~" Opposite hand rose to toy with a strand of electric blue hair, slightly curled at the tips. "Whatcha' gon' do about it, eh?"
(Continue from there. I'll keep it interesting, if the poster does the same.)
"Bah! Just who the hell do you think you are?" The woman scoffed in disgust. Dull chocolate eyes soon met the back of her skull, signaling a quick roll. "Are you trying to get me fired or what, buddy?" Tiny fingers crept across the oak table the man had sat at, snagging a pair of chopsticks as Sladelius' irisless cerulean sight producers followed on point. "Jacking my eating utensils will not make me leave." The waitress boldly extended a small ruby tongue toward him, placing the wooden sticks in between a creamy thirty-eight inch set of E-cup breasts. "Mine now.~" Opposite hand rose to toy with a strand of electric blue hair, slightly curled at the tips. "Whatcha' gon' do about it, eh?"
(Continue from there. I'll keep it interesting, if the poster does the same.)
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