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OPEN -- OCTOBER 30

Ever since yesterday, Vitaly had been in a bad mood; he really couldn't remember why but he went about his business. Flicking on the neon sign that indicates their open, he set up the same signs as always: 20% OFF ON MEALS FOR PARENTS WEEKEND scribbed in Vitaly's sloppy handwriting. There's also the standard ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS -- APPLY INSIDE!.

Menus were set up in nice little stacks on each table, ready to be ordered from.

[[OOC: Have fun, NPC waitors/the cook/etc... ]]

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Nikolos enters the restaurant and secures a booth for his party of three. He opens his menu, sips his water and waits for Autumn and Oz to arrive.

Oz arrives at the resturant before Duce. Er Autumn. He's freshly showered, wearing a dress shirt and slacks. His fingernails are black because, Oz.

He glances around the open area, and heads over to Nikolos when he sees him.

"Oz, so nice to see you, I believe Autumn is running late, she said I could order for her," Nikolos tells him, smiling pleasantly and going back to his menu, "How are you enjoying Parent's Weekend?"

Duce rushes in somewhat breathlessly. She's freshly scrubbed and wearing something new and unusual. A cream coloured linen blouse is tucked into a dark blue and black circle skirt that falls to just above her ankles. Her boots have been replaced by shiny black low-pumps. Her neck is adorned with a sweetheart diamond pendant on a silver chain that's quite obviously antique. Matching diamond-and-sapphire drop earrings hang from her lobes. And she's wearing.. makeup? She must be. Her lips normally aren't that shade of rose, and while her skin is porcelain pale, her cheekbones are normally not that highlighted.

Sliding into a seat, she doesn't even glance at her menu, apologizing, "Sorry, Daddy, Oz.. Alex needed my help taking down the Journalism displays." Taking a ladylike sip of water, she asks her father with a smile, "Have you ordered?"

Nikolos takes one look at his daughter and smiles, there's his perfect little girl. Everything so tasteful yet artfully beautiful.

"Dree you look wonderful," he tells her, "I was just about to. I thought we might start out with the black salmon caviar and some Borsch. He motions for the NPC waiter to come over.

Duce teases, "You'll be eating that caviar by yourself, Pater. Oz is a vegetarian and you know we don't trust American caviar. Even when they claim it's imported.. it's usually farm-bred." Her nose wrinkles delicately, "If you order it and it turns out to be decent, we'll steal some from you."

Her grin is impish, "If they have them, we'd like potato and cabbage piroshkies. We promise not to repeat the events of the Moscow trip." Explaining to Oz, she fumes quietly, "The waiter was rude to my mother. He indicated he could seat us in the back where noone could see us. We decided that was a politely phrased request for us to find an imaginitive way to use piroshkies as garment accessories." Sipping the water again, she almost purrs, "Mashed potatoes and butter are so terribly hard to get out of silk suits.."

Nikolos chuckles at the memory. "The look on that boys face," he says, smiling wide, "If you're thinking this restaurant isn't authenticly Russian, take a look at the Vodka list, I didn't know some of those brands were available in the States. I doubt they'd tolerate American caviar."

To the NPC waiter he says, "2 orders of cabbage and potato piroshkies and an order of black salmon caviar."

"Oh? We hadn't noticed." Glancing curiously at the beverage list on the table, she hmms appreciatively, "No, definitely not. Hee! Do you see, Daddy? They have a bottle of rotgut on there to throw off the poseures." Duce's grin turns positively wicked, "And it's the first and most expensive on the list of 'imports'. Meaning anyone out to impress their company by pretending they have a clue will automatically go for that.. and probably wind up blind, if they drink it straight up."

Tsking in amusement, she reads the rest of the list, "Their wines aren't half-bad, either.. except the Californian. Unless the Valley had a good year in 99 and we hadn't heard about it."

"Dree darling, if the Valley ever has a good year, it's certain to have made the front page of every major Newspaper. Must concede something to the masses however. I do hope the Chicken Kiev is good"

"Someday, you will order something new in a Russian restaurant, and we shall quite probably faint with shock, Pater," Duce tosses him a winning smile.

Fidgeting absently with her necklace, she sips her water and hails the waitron to request a hot glass of Russian chai.

"One does not deter from greatness, is it my fault Russia has never produced anything more delicious than Chicken Kiev? I don't believe it is. This of course coming from the girl that orders Coq au vin weverytime we go to Paris?

Nikolos takes advatage of the waiters presence to ask for a glass of Medovuha, "Something wrong Dree? You seem oddly distracted."

"You'd find a loophole even if the Russians could blame you directly for Chicken Kiev. That's why you're such a hot lawyer!" Duce smiles, but then the smile falters at the question, trembling slightly around the edges.

Since her father can't see her feet, she kicks Oz under the table - knowing how he'd normally react to that look on her face and warning him not to. Because there are spoons on the table, and her father would probably find inventively painful uses for them.

"We're just.. slightly disappointed that our two favorite teachers, Professor Jerusalem and Professor Drusilla, are both unavailable. We were really hoping you could meet them, because we're doing so well in their classes and we wanted you to have nice reports to bring home to Mater." She fidgets with the necklace, pouting very slightly.

And hopes she doesn't have to kick Oz again.

"She was terribly sorry she couldn't make it Dree. Her work is very important though and it simply wasn't a weekend she could be away. She did ask me to make sure you were well and that you were eating. There might have been a mention of boys but I went hysterically deaf for a few moments there. Besides, I'm sure she knows you are far to concerned with your studies and friends to even thik about boys."

(ooc: *dies* and can just see Pater saying the 'hysterically deaf' thing with total aplomb. HEE!)

"She keeps pestering us about the boys we've met and the dates we've been asked on," Duce complains, pouting slightly more. "We went to homecoming to make her happy. She should be good until Prom." She sighs with apparent relief at the thought, "And that's at least two years away. Three, if we can figure a way out of getting asked to Junior Prom."

She muses, toying with her water glass, "Maybe we'll pretend to have mono that month."

Her voice goes tiny, "Just really wish she could've made it. Miss her."

"She worries about the social aspect of high school. She insists you're old enough for boys and that it's all to be expected at this point," Nikolos explains, taking a sip of his medovuha, "I disagree naturally.

I highly doubt you won't be asked to the Junior Prom Dree, a girl like you will have her dance card if she gave them half the chance. After all, how often do boys get to dance with a young woman who's not only devastatingly beautiful but a conversationalist as well?

She wanted to come, she really did. It just wasn't the best time. You understand Dree. She loves you very much.

"Have you seen the boys at this school?" Duce asks darkly. "Be sure to tell her all about them. Especially the vampires and demons and werewolves and mutants and aliens." She sips her water, swishing it in her mouth as though rinsing away the taste of something unpleasant.

It doesn't quite work. Wrinkling her nose, she states adamantly, "Definitely planning to have mono for at least a month our Junior year, Daddy. You will write us a note excusing us from all extracurriculars, won't you? If it'll help, we'll drink from a public fountain every day until we actually get mono."

Duce looks downcast, sighing and kicking her feet under the table, not so incidentally hitting Oz in the ankle again. She's not sure how much of her upset he'll be able to handle, but so far he's doing ok. "We know, Pater. Did you get? pictures, at least?"

(OOC: GODDAMNIT! Apparently this has to wrap by 6am EST 10/31, so Oz won't even get to pose before it has to end. Lovely. If you're around, feel free to pose an endscene. They aren't letting anyone slowplay.)

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