Strip Draw for Fold
Ten of Spades
Jack of Diamonds
Eight of Hearts
Ace of Spades
Queen of Diamonds
0 points awarded
Jack of Diamonds
Eight of Hearts
Ace of Spades
Queen of Diamonds
0 points awarded
The introduction of ChefMan8's blue plate special seemed to trigger something in Fold, a sort of feeling as though she was forgetting something, but it was something easy to shrug off for now. Without a worry, she began pouring drinks happily into each cup, starting with Hurricane's, then Launcher's, then Fletch's... only to see the last drop trickle into that cup, before she'd reached ChefMan's or her own. She gave her boss a big "whoopsie" smile, then turned and stuck her butt up in the air, digging out another bottle of sake. "Third bottle's the charm!" she informed them all with a wink, as if the previous bottles had been duds, before uncorking it and pouring with a grin. She gave the chef an extra generous portion, then herself another normal-sized one. "Bon appa-down the hatch," she encouraged them, before raising her cup to click with the others.
Fold watched the others, presumably beginning to carve into their meat, for a moment, then turned her attention back to Ante as the princess rooted beneath a table for a cup.
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Strip Draw for Ante
Nine of Hearts
Seven of Diamonds --> Swap One! --> Ten of Diamonds
Jack of Diamonds ---> Swap Two! --> Four of Hearts
Nine of Spades
Two of Diamonds
ONE PAIR, 5 points awarded
Blouse holds
5 points remain
Nine of Spades
Two of Diamonds
ONE PAIR, 5 points awarded
Blouse holds
5 points remain
Ante held her tongue as best she could; every sense of her person told her she needed to correct the man's behavior and point out that he had to choose between either compromising with his girlfriend or finding a new girlfriend who appreciated his patronage of bars with lewd programs on TV and scantily clad waitresses. Her inner voice heckled her. "Are you going to patronize him from atop your pedestal? Should we talk about the questionable decisions you made in the past?" the voice complained, which Ante found so unhelpful that she tried to tone it out altogether.
She was slightly miffed at the other customer's suggestion that her wet clothes "weren't shabby," which she took as teasing. "I'd prefer not to wear them," she spoke misleadingly, "but it's my uniform for the evening." To her surprise, the group was already prepared to take their check. Ante's mood brightened a bit at the chance to return to normal waitressing activities (and also to get a pair of satisfied customers out the door, lightening everyone's load a bit). "Of course, good sirs. I will return post haste with the check-" she started, before Glit made another request beyond the check.
The no-longer cat-eared waitress raised her eyebrows, her face reddening a bit in response. "Oh, ahem... I am afraid I'm... quite soaked. I wouldn't want you to get you wet as well," she gave a lame excuse, wringing her hands and failing to approach. As for her e-mail, she wasn't sure what to say to that; she wasn't up on what a guy and a girl might do exchanging e-mail addresses, beyond just standard communication, but seeing as it came after an impromptu hug, she had some guesses. At this time, the only thing she could think to do was look to Dare, to see how her friend was dealing with her patron. Perhaps that would give her some ideas what she ought to be doing in response to Glit's advances?