Cafe Fina, Wednesday

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

As Alfred set out the tables, he started to wonder if maybe he was spending too much time in the restaurant. He ought to get out more. Perhaps he could alter the hours? No, that would break a promise he had already made.


Maybe he should think about hiring more help.


_{[[OCD threads coming up.]]}

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Lunch time

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred is ready and waiting to take your order

Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred is, again, ready and waiting for your order.

Definitely time to start thinking about hiring more help.

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Angela stands in the vestibule of the restaurant, waiting for Broots a little nervously.

At least she looks cute, right?

Re: Dinner

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

If Angela was nervous, it was nothing compared to what Broots felt. He walked into the restaurant, double-checking his watch to make sure he was on time. Of course, this led to a meeting of his nose and the door. He had thoughtfully brought a bouqet of tulips for Angela.

Spotting her, he made his way over.

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Unfortunately, Angela is allergic to tulips. She tries to hide her sniffle as she reaches out her hand for the bouquet.

"Hi," she said. "You look nice."

Re: Dinner

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, so do you." Broots blinked for a moment before handing the flowers over. "Um, these are for you, I uh, hope you like them. Um, you look really nice."

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

"Thanks," Angela said, blushing. She held the tulips awkwardly, keeping them a little away from her nose. Maybe then she won't sneeze...

"Pretty color," she said. "Should we ... I don't know if we should seat ourselves or wait for someone."

Re: Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

"Please, feel free to seat yourselves," Alfred said, suddenly appearing at Angela and Broots' elbows.

Re: Dinner

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots jumped a good foot in the air and squeeled.

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Angela blinked. This isn't the reaction she expected.

"That's fine," Angela said uncertainly. She points randomly into the dining room. "That table looks good," she said, finger aimed at a small table near the window, set with candles.

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Angela doodled with her fork in the sauce at the edge of her plate. "Well ... nopbody died. But Logan Echolls got a concussion, and Callisto's lung collapsed. And other people got pretty banged up, too." She winced, remembering the burned stripes on Marty's back.

"Parker thinks they should have gotten more help."

Re: Dinner

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Oomph!" Broots fiddled with his own fork. "Well, um, Parker could have asked me. Not for like the fighting, but back-up stuff. I'm pretty good at tech stuff. And I have mastered the over use of the word stuff." At the word stuff, Broots used his hand to add emphasis. Instead, he added fire to his sleeve. And rather quickly to the bread basket and Angela's purse too. "Ay!"

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Angela jumped up, tossing her purse to the floor and dropping her napkin over it in hopes of smothering it.

Unfortunately, the napkin lit on fire, too. And, she realized, Broots sleeve was burning. "We need a fire extinguisher!," she yelped.

Re: Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

One of the waiter's turned and grabbed a fire extinguisher. Before he could make it halfway across the room, Alfred had grabbed one of the other extinguishers and was at the table, putting out the fire.

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

Angela blinked at the speedy butler, then at her foam-covered purse. "Thanks!" she called, before turning to Broots.

"Well, that was ... interesting," she said. "Did you get burned?"

Re: Dinner

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots sighed and glanced at his wrist. "I'm fine. Sorry about that." He glanced at the table, surveying the damage. "Let's move on to desert?" He poured them each a glass of wine. "Less things for me to screw up, right?"

Re: Dinner

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Alfred placed the fire extinguisher next to him. "And what would you care to have for dessert?"

Re: Dinner

[chasingangela]

"Good idea," Angela agreed quickly, with a forlorn glance at her staned shirt and scorched purse. "Um ... creme brulee? That seems safe."

OOC OCD Thread #1

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

To have Alfred use his Butler-fu to pick out something your character would like, ping here with an explanation of what your character might like and/or what type of food they came here for (dessert, meal, coffee, etc.)

Re: OOC OCD Thread #1

[chasingangela]

Angela is here for a bad date, so she'd like something with a messy sauce. Spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread, and red wine. (If he'll serve wine to minors. Iced tea if he won't.)

Also, are there candles on the tables?

Re: OOC OCD Thread #1

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

Depends on the age of the minors in question. Alfred operates under English rules. Which means, since they're eating, he'll give it to them if they're over 16.

And yes, there are candles.

Re: OOC OCD Thread #1

[chasingangela]

Angela and Broots are both 16, huzzah.

Re: OOC OCD Thread #1

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

No clue for food for Broots. Um, something that would cause chaos.

Re: OOC OCD Thread #1

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

^is the slightly slow Broots!mun.

OOC OCD Thread #2

[badassbutler.livejournal.com]

To have Alfred use Butler-fu to bring you your order before you even order of it, ping here with your order.