Post by KAORU SATORU on Dec 22, 2010 16:37:04 GMT -5
SHOW ME HOW TO LIE, YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ,
all the time. and turning all against the one
The soft trickle of cold slipped in-between the openings of Satoru’s shirt. It was a white collared button up, layered by a black long sleeve vest-like combo. A dark red tie bounced freely against his chest, loosened enough by the prying claws of nameless women in the dark depths of the Tengoku 7’s closets. His hair was half-slicked back while the other half loosely parted in the wind, resting over the eighteen year olds forehead as he kept a momentum in his pace. Work had gone just like any other night, handfuls of females ranging from too young to be in a host club or too old to even be considering wasting money on a few shameless hours with such a passive host.
Satoru did his best in putting up a front for the customers, but in all honesty he could only barely cling to a few of the several names he’d heard that night. It wasn’t like the brunette was bragging, he honestly didn’t even bother to count his customers, but even Satoru did feel a bit accomplished despite the disgust that often stomached in his gut when being designated by an aging croone.
“Hah..” a puff of hot breath enveloped his bare hands for a moment before dispersing into the chilled air. The Christmas lights that adorned Roppongi’s streetlamps and shop signs were definitely a sight, euphoric mixes of neon red’s, lucid blue’s and jolly green’s. They stung the fourth year’s eyes for a brief moment, but he simply stuffed both hands back into his vest’s pockets and continued to move forward leisurely. The chitter-chatter of passerby’s delved into a chorus of voices that caused Satoru’s thoughts to mesh together into one big hot pot. His lips pursed outwards and his cheeks grew red from the wind, but it was only until he heard his stomach growl did he realize where he was headed.
It was the direction of where his – Satoru blinked once, could you really call her a friend? He wasn’t all too sure what you would call Masaki, because the brunette simply had her on a level of people he talked too semi-regularly. Either way, the boy’s lips couldn’t help but curl at one corner as he pushed open the door to the restaurant her parents ran. You could call him a regular customer, but these days it was mostly for the entertainment rather than the food. The warmth and lighting of the fanciful eatery came in a rush as he had to squint before settling into the atmosphere. The clinking of glasses and silverware as well as the soft voices of hushed conversation were a much better exchange than the occasional yells from the crowd outside.
“Right this way, sir.” Satoru nodded curtly at one of the waiters as he was brought to a random table sitting in the very corner, which the brunette could not deny. He preferred to be far from everyone else, where he wouldn’t be recognized very easily. The waiter placed a small menu on Satoru’s side of the table, about to leave before the eighteen year old held up a flat palm.
“I already know my order.” he explained nonchalantly, smiling as the waiter took out a notepad and pencil.
“But, I’d rather have that waitress over there take it.” Satoru notioned towards where he’d spotted his ‘friend’, Masaki Fukazawa to be. Exchanging glances between the waiter and Masaki, Satoru smiled as politely as he possibly could, waiting for a response.
“You’ve got nice choice, but I’d be careful, her parents own the joint.” the waiter shrugged both shoulders, pocketing his notepad and pencil before making his way to inform said waitress. Satoru spun the straw that came with his complimentary water around, taking the thing and holding it in-between both lips as he watched Masaki approach the table. Once she was within hearing distance, the eighteen year old leaned back into his chair – much like how he often did with most chairs – and began listing out his order, pulling the straw from his mouth and pointing it towards Masaki’s direction. Closing his eyes he took one big breath.
“As much as I appreciate the common courtesy of water, I’d like lemonade with the slice on the side – not on the rim of the glass but on the side and make sure it’s got no seeds. As for the dish, spaghetti with the sauce drizzled over the middle and about two grates of cheddar and swiss on the left section.” Inhaling sharply, Satoru opened his golden cat-like orbs, glancing up at Masaki with the slightest hint of a smirk. “Some parsley would be nice as well, if you wouldn’t mind waitress.” Adjusting himself in the seat Satoru crossed both arms over the tables surface, dropping the straw back into the water before handing the untouched glass to the girl.
“Return this for me will you, miss? I’d rather not have it take up space.” Blinking a couple of times he took amusement in the farce he was putting up, no traces of recognition in his eyes.
notes: for ceeeee BD he's so difficult.
