Grillio Netopia!

As the restaraunt's one female patron continued to snipe at Ante, she in turn began to feel less of an impetus to bend to her needs. "Maybe if you were a little more charming, your companion wouldn't feel the need to stare at bar-girls! she thought to herself... but that sort of thought was best kept internal. Not to mention pretty counterintuitive to her own usual behavior. "No, the man shouldn't be here either," she sighed to herself. "Should I even be here?"

A voice seemed to answer the final question, this one not her own. "No, you belong in a castle... never doing for others..." the voice whispered, before trailing to an inaudible murmur. Ante sorely wished this shadow would go ahead and reveal itself as well, so she wouldn't feel like she was just going crazy.

For now, back to serving. "DarkNight and CandyLite, of course," she responded with a quick curtsy, then hurried over to Fold. Rhyming outside of poetry made her feel silly. She reached Fold, repeated the orders, adding, "I will also need two ales, quickly," then kept on to the kitchen.

The chef answered her at a fairly brief pace, with a few questions of hisbown, so idle that they seemed out of place amid his busy preparation routine. "Ah, a splendid crowd is collecting, Sir," she answered, wanting to add that if it grew much more they would end up needing a third waitress. "Nothing at all out of the ordinary yet."

What happened next was common to her, but could never quite be considered ordinary. As soon as she picked up the first plate containing filleted and seasoned virus meat, she noticed poker chips raining down onto the plate, a few catching atop the meat. The meaning was lost on her for just a moment, as she observed the pool of poker chips on the floor at the entrance of the kitchen. She forgot about her hairband and nametag choker, both which had vanished, siezing upon the obviously missing apron, which now left her blouse and skirt. "Oh my," she murmured, pondering whether to warn her boss about her condition (or if now was too late and she should have done so earlier).

In the end, she decided she had no time for that, instead focusing on clearing the few stray poker chips from her plates and food, while hoping he was watching the food instead of her. Not wanting to draw attention, she wordlessly slid back out with the plates.

With a hurry in her step, she brought the plates back to her patrons, doing her best to keep poise in her face while knowing that the dinners she held in her hands were essentially a hostile force towards her. "Your meals, Sirs," she smiled, hoping neither of them would notice the lack of her apron and question it. They might not... it was still a pretty waitressy outfit regardless... but they couldn't fail to notice that she was no longer wearing cat ears with her cat-themed outfit.

"Ah, you are both low on drink. Allow me to fetch you another," she spoke quickly, hoping expedient service would make up for a lack of decorum in not stopping to chat. Thankfully, Fold would be about done making the drinks... but with thise two and the others ready, she would have to begin with the rhyming pair the couple had ordered. She was no expert waitress and her dinner ettiquite certainly didn't help her out in this bar scenario. She would have to take drinks two at a time.

First, she brought over the drinks to the ornery couple... earlier, she had hoped they would keep each other company and be low maintenence, but it was now clear the girl was the type to complain loudly and not one to leave without a drink. "Enjoy! I'll be back in but a moment to take your order," she smiled, then rushed off to grab her ales.

Once she retrieved them and delivered them to destination, realizing that this service was just the tip of the iceberg, she wondered it busting viruses might be relaxing in comparison. She exhaled quietly as she set the drinks down, then gave the two a fetching smile. "How is your dinner so far? Is everything to your liking?" she asked. "If there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable, do not hesitate to ask."

Despite her words, she knew she had to get the couple's order quickly... the longer she spent here, the more she tested the narrow thread of that girl's patience. She noted another group coming in but figured she would leave them to Dare, despite their supposed competition... it seemed like the new arrivals new someone at one of Dare's tables, although not in a good way.

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It was not lost upon Fold that Ante was suddenly kicking into high gear, nor that Ante was suddenly no longer wearing her apron and cat-ears (though the tag was a little harder to notice the absence of). At first, she thought things might be quiet enough she could afford to nip off and try to help, but as it turned out, her drink-fixing skills were in high demand; the best thing she could do for now was to keep up with Ante and pour them where she needed them.

Still, Hurricane was being a good customer, and she couldn't stifle a bit of a snort-laugh at the thought of her dancing on a bar-top. "Ha ha! I hate to impose upon your generosity, but it's going to take a couple more cups to get me to that state," she laughed, thinking that if Ante was going to put it all out there, maybe she'd try a little harder herself as things progressed. Maybe that was just the sake thinking for her. Before she could tend to their cups, however, she had to get Ante a Candylyte, a DarkNight, and two more big ales. "Making them thirsty out there, huh?" she joked, but it fell on unappreciative ears. Dare would presumably be in for a drink as well, which Fold would pour in turn. She suddenly felt a little frustrated, thinking she ought to talk to make some small talk with Dare too, given they hadn't had much of a chance to talk yet, especially without Ante. "Ah, Miss Dare. Making... them thirsty out there?" she asked, hoping that Dare hadn't heard her give Ante the same line a moment ago. She stretched at her collar, realizing that the ones at the bar would have heard it, even if Dare didn't. "... Gentlemen! Let's get that pour," she laughed awkwardly, filling their cups up in turn, then her own. "I'll need to open another bottle! Ha ha ha... ha."

At least one of the three was ready to take things to the next level: dinner. "Well, Mister Fletch has a fine idea." Fold smiled toward Hurricane, then raised her eyebrows, her surprise a little more evident than she meant for it to be. "He is clearly well to-do! All the more reason I may need to introduce him to the princess later on," she thought to herself, ignoring the possibility that Hurricane was, like herself, a frivolous spender. "Three of the Sparking Dragon Delicacy! Sounds delish," she got out, trying not to snicker at how "order of the dragon" sounded like a villainous organization from the Red Nova comics. That'd be a little nerdy to point out right now. "Hold onto those drinks a minute, boys; I'll put your orders in before I'm too drunk to remember them."

Stepping up from the counter, she made the short walk back to the kitchen and opened it up, noting the telltale poker chips that had been neatly arranged upon the order counter. "Three of the Sparking Dragon Delicacy!" she called out, with a loud voice that was not so delicate itself. She was momentarily curious to see ChefMan8's reaction: whether he would celebrate such a profitable order or bemoan the difficulty of making it. Having customers waiting, Fold decided that she'd leave the conclusion to her imagination and head back.

When she got back, she'd check if the drinks were still left untouched. If so, she'd join the others in another drinking ceremony, clapping the cups together. If they'd gone ahead and had theirs, she'd smile politely and grab another bottle instead.

Dare saw Suit's hand go up and made a note to herself to stop back by his table. "Not much of a nervous talker, but a heck of a nervous drinker, I guess." For now, though, she faced HidaMan. "Hey, no sweat! Nothing would make me happier than for you to ask me for everything you want. Now then..." Dare jotted down the order, wasting no time as she short-handed the note to the bare minimum she needed to understand it. "One Spikey Mignon, fresh from the Net, one water. I'll get that right in for you." The waitress was a little disappointed to see the Navi's opulent taste in dress didn't seem to extend to his order (that, or he was on the wagon), but she supposed she couldn't complain about a customer who wasn't bringing baggage with him.

Speaking of Navis carrying baggage, the new visitor to the establishment couldn't be missed. "No doubt that's my guy... No wonder Suit's quaking in his namesake over there." Dare couldn't help but wonder if Suit really wanted his meeting. Was he looking for her to stall it? On the other hand, if she did stall it and put the canine boss in a bad mood, that might be worse for Suit than anything. "I can't help but wanna protect the little guy, though."

Still lacking a concrete plan for how she might achieve that with three Navis and their pets in toe to stand up to, she gave HidaMan a quick nod. Rather than heading right back behind the counter with his order, however, she quickly strode to the front, putting some extra sauce in her swagger to try and catch the boss's eye. "Easy on the door there, boss, this place was just remodeled! I'm Dare, I'll be your server," she spoke quickly, grinning easily and grabbing a few menus. In an effort to set a nice mood and maybe keep eyes on her, she put a bit more showmanship into her bending than she might have otherwise, giving her tiger tail a defenseless sway. Nonetheless, she didn't waste any time with it, quickly turning with them to the boss. "Now, I should warn you: Spikeys are on the menu tonight. If that bothers or offends you, however, there are other exciting options... Just a heads up. We don't like to have any unpleasant surprises for any of our guests, you know."

Still grinning at him, Dare turned her head back to the small dining area, where Suit would surely be seen if he hadn't taken the opportunity to slink off into some dark corner. "Sounds like you're looking for somebody, right?" If he pointed to the right table, she'd tell him "Right this way," lead him to the table, and ask everyone if they wanted drinks, giving Suit the opportunity for another round (assuming he was still there, still healthy, and in a communicative mood). "And if you already know what you want, I'll be happy to serve. If not, I'll check back in just a minute." She spoke with a quick cadence now rather than her tip-seeking, personalized touch, trying to make it clear she was now in the position of needing to keep moving. Nonetheless, if she saw the dog-headed boss was going to dog-headedly pull a gun or something with her right there, she'd break her code of waitress conduct to stick around a bit longer.

Unfortunately, she didn't make it over to the bar yet, but that just meant Fold would have longer to work on a fresh joke if she needed. She also didn't have any time to catch Ante's updating condition, but luckily it wasn't an emergency. Yet, anyway...

Kitchen/Ante section

“Ah that’s good then, let me know if anything happens.  It can get pretty rowdy in there sometimes”. ChefMan said before motioning the for now waitress on her way without concisely noticing her missing clothes.  

He caught a glimpse of Ante as she headed back into the dining area.  He scratched his head at the sight of a few scattered poker chips on his kitchen floor.  “What in the world does she have going on?” He said to himself with a puzzled expression.  “Oh gotta get back to work” The chef hurried over to another pot checking the temperature, and stirring its contents.

She dropped the food off at the table, and made haste to grab their second ales that they didn’t refuse. She decided to drop the two mixed drinks off at the disgruntled couple's table first.  "Took you long enough."  The grumpy lady Navi picked up where she had left off. "Oh here we go.  She didn't waste anytime starting to strip for you.  Where did your apron go wench?  You let another customer snatch it off of you?  

"If you keep talking down to our waitress, you can leave! I've had it with your self centered attitude.  God forbid we do something I like to do for once!"  The previous level headed Navi seemed to have been fed up by now.  As soon as the drink was placed on the table, he grabbed it, and drained it for all it was worth.  "Whewwwwww! Let me get another baby girl."  He winked once more in Ante's direction.  

Ante could interject here, or she could probably use this opportunity as a way out to drop those other two ales off at her original table.

Whenever she happened to split away from the troublesome group, on her arrival back to the table, almost as if he could sense her hopes that they wouldn't notice, Gilt was quick to point out the small changes in her appearance.  “You’re really embracing this place huh!? Lost your ears and apron already?  What else you gonna take off?” He snorted as he chuckled.  He didn’t hesitate to dig into the luscious Spikey meat on his plate, a few crumbs fell from his mouth as he he smacked and chomped. “Thanks for bringing .”

Nomo either happened to not notice yet, or he didn't bother to say anything.  The quieter of the two Navi's had better manners at the table it seemed.  He traded Glit's open mouth chewing and speaking, with a more subtle polite chewing of his food.  He sipped the drink, and took another bite.  "It's just as good as the last time I had it.  I think we are good for now, thanks for checking up on us, and bringing us more drink.  Come back soon now." 

Glit:  2nd Ale - Full
Nomo:  2nd Ale - Full

Male Navi: DarkNight - Empty
Female Navi:  CandyLyte - Full

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Fold Section

Fold stuck her head in the back to update ChefMan8 on the expensive order.  He dropped the lid on the pot that he was stirring and perked up, but she had vanished so quick he couldn't give an actual response. Never the less he began preparing the three dishes in expert chef fashion.  While she was gone however,  Hurricane, and his group had turned to notice the loud newcomers at the door.  They seemed to take note of him and his group, and whispered something back and forth so Fold wouldn't hear if she had hurried back unexpectedly.

When she did return to the bar however, she would see that the trio had indeed waited for her to return before they took their last shots.  "Dang, about time you came back."  Hurricane joked, lifting his cup.  "Let us toast once again."  He and the other three went through the motions with her, if she once again chose to go along with them.  Then throwing it back, they could feel the cool liquid slide down their throats, and into their belly.  Three shots deep would have the group probably feeling pretty good. 

"Don't get drunk now while you at work."  Launcher commented, locking eyes with Ante.  "We wouldn't want to get you in trouble now." 

"She will be fine!"  Hurricane slapped the bar, and spoke with an unintentional loudness, the returned to normal. "How about another bottle, and another round before our food comes out?"  He looked left and right for approval.  Both his companions nodded.  "Yes Miss Fold, we will have another bottle please."

Hurricane: 2nd Bottle of Sake, 12/12 cups remaining, empty cup of sake.
Launcher:  Empty cup of sake.
Fletch: Empty cup of sake.
Fold: Empty cup of sake.

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Dare Section

As the waitress approached to speak with the new comers, the black HeelNavi stepped in front of what could be assumed was the boss.  "That's close enough girl.  Yeah, you didn't hear the man? We're looking for somebody."  His voice wasn't anywhere near as commanding as the Navi with the dog's head, but he stayed positioned between them, and scanned the dining room for the guest they were looking for.  "I think that's him boss."  He pointed to the large table that Suit was occupying. 

"That does look like him.  Come on boys."  The boss's voice boomed once again.  "Now would you get outta my damn way so I can speak with this fine lady right here."  He gripped the guys shoulder and slung him backwards behind him.  The HeelNavi hit the wall hard, and fell to his bottom. 

"Ye... ye... yes boss.  My mistake."  He quickly got back to his feet, and stood where he had before Dare came to greet them.  The two dog viruses didn't budge, but kept their focus on Dare.  The purple HeelNavi didn't speak either at this time. 

"Miss Dare you say?  I have some business to attend with that man Suit.  He slid his right hand into into the flap of his coat.  Perhaps Dare would think he was pulling a gun there, but had she not reacted, he would slide out a big fat cigar.  He bent down, held the cigar in front of the Spikey to his left.  The virus spit a small breath of fire, that lit the cigar.  He straightened back up, and took a long pull of the lit cigar, the blew a cloud of smoke over in the waitress's direction.  "After you take our order, why don't you come join us.  I'll save you seat right beside me." 

Assuming that she still lead them to the table without any incidents.  The dog headed Navi would slide into the table and sit to Suit's left.  The Purple Heel Navi slid into the booth on Suit's right.  "You stay out there, you've pissed me off enough for one day."  The boss Navi pointed.  "You too pups.  Lay beside the table and keep watch.  When/if she asked for their order.  "Get this chump a refill of whatever he was drinking.  I'll take two ales, four waters, two of the waters in bowls please,  one order of the Sparking Dragon Delicacy, and four orders of the Puffy-F."  He took another pull on his cigar, and blew the smoke towards Suit this time. 


Suit: DarkNight(Double) - On order
DogHeaded Navi:  2 Ales, 4 Puffy-A Waters on order.
Purple HeelNavi: ???
Black HeelNavi: ???
Spikey A: ???
Spikey B: ???

HidaMan: Puffy-A Water on order.

Ante bat around in her head what she ought to say about her apron's sudden disappearance, which her critical customer had so readily noticed. An excuse like "I hadn't noticed" or "I'm more comfortable without it" probably wasn't going to fly. Either one, however, was more believable than the real truth of what was happening. With dread, she began to realize that the wedge was only going to be driven further and further between her and her one female client. Nothing was going to make her losing clothes alright with this woman. With that said, the only answer was...



"An unavoidable circumstance," she spoke with the smiling politeness of a princess, even as her left shoe annoyingly disappeared into poker chips, leaving the right one asymmetrically. With her stocking foot, she gently brushed the poker chips underneath another table away from their own. "I'm here for you as well, milady. Without going too deeply into it, I cannot help myself but to undress for my company, but I hope that won't interfere too greatly with your enjoyment this evening. And sir, I'll be back with your drink in just a moment," she finished, giving another curtsy and tapping unevenly away with her one shoe as she went to drop off ales. Ante hoped the two of them would manage to simmer down again by the time she returned to the table, but she somehow doubted they would.

She did her best to smile and take the man's smacking laughter in stride; it was a little easier given her desire not to be at the other table. "Ah, well... I hope you'll be entertained," she spoke honestly. "Apparently, the answer was my left shoe," she joked, figuring he'd notice it soon enough if he hadn't already. "If there is anything else I can do to improve the experience for the two of you, please let me know."

Surprisingly, all she had to do for now was refill one of the drinks. She approached Fold again and smiled to the others politely. "I hope your work's going well, Miss Fold, and that you all are enjoying your meal. Miss Fold, please prepare another DarkNyte," she requested, crossing her hands politely in front of herself and hoping she wasn't setting a bad standard for the others to hold Fold to, by appearing with various articles missing.

Fold had returned to the others, vaguely aware that she'd missed something, but unsure what. Dare had never shown up after all, perhaps too busy seating to deal with refreshing drinks for the customers. To her surprise, Ante was back up again, ready for another drink. "Ah, just a moment, milady," she spoke, then wondered if the others would wonder why she was calling a fellow waitress 'milady'. For now, it was time for another drink. "Kanpai!" she told the others, smiling over her glass as she downed it in time with the others. She boldly returned Launcher's gaze and set her glass down, her lips curling into a wry smirk. "Launcher, if you don't want me tipsy, you say when. But if you keep letting me fill my cup, trust me, I'm getting there," she challenged him.

At this point, she filled the cups, seeing as Ante was being patient. "Now boys, you'll need to wait for me just a moment if you want me to join in. The princess here has to have her drink," she snickered, already becoming noticeably drunken, despite Launcher's warning. 

Ante just smiled, hoping that would fly under the radar as a joke, but she couldn't keep the worried tilt off her eyebrows.

"DarkNyte for milady! Enjoy," Fold cheered as she handed another drink across the counter, seemingly forgetting that Ante herself wasn't going to be drinking it. "Now... ah, yes, the next toast. Let's toast! We'll toast to..." she murmured, looking around the room for a moment. "To Miss Dare, over there at the other tables! I wish she'd come join us. I wouldn't mind if she had a built in mechanism that makes her clothes come off when she's around battles and viruses, am I right, boys? Hm hm hmsnrk," she chuckled happily, unaware that she'd perhaps let some of her sexual preferences slip in her stupor. "Aaaah, I'm so bad," the bodyguard/bartender sighed, reaching out her cup for another clink.

Ante was happy enough to leave that conversation, her single shoe tapping hurriedly as she brought the drink back to the unruly couple at the table. "A refresher, sir," she spoke calmly, handing the drink over in a perfectly sanitary fashion to her customer, who might perhaps be miffed that the sauciest thing she'd done so far was lose a shoe.

Dare had watched the HeelNavi henchman fly against a wall with some alarm, but said nothing of it, seeing as he seemed to be paid for that purpose and was still healthy, and no damage had been done to the wall. She kept her friendliest smile even as smoke was blown her way, thankful that secondhand lung damage was something a Navi didn’t have to worry about, and still trusting her reflexes to avert any danger that might arise. For now, she would just focus on providing the boss the best dining experience possible.
 
As she led the boss and his henchmen to their table, she noticed Suit had lost any chance to escape, if he’d been looking for one. Rather, she had to assume (and to assume Suit understood the same) that the fleeing would be a dumb decision. She gave him a sympathetic smile, then went about jotting down notes on the order she was being given. “Two ales, four waters two in bowls, one dragon, four puffy, one refill on DarkNight. About your offer, I’ll have to see how the night looks. I expect I’m gonna be busy on my feet, and I’m not one much for sitting, regardless. But I’d be happy to stop back by and entertain you, hm…?~” She gave him a wink, then turned on her heels, heading for the bar. She had to hope the boss offering Suit a refill meant he wasn’t about to violently close their business together as soon as she left, at least.
 
Dare skated up to where Fold was with her crew, having come in a bit too late to hear what they were toasting. “Two DarkNights in one glass, two ales, five waters, and two of those waters gotta be in bowls. Uh, actually, guessing you don’t have bowls back there. One sec.”
 
With that, not waiting for Fold to finish preparing her drinks, Dare would dash back into the kitchen, grabbing the door frame to skate in. “Yo, boss! We need a Dragon and four Puffy! Oh, and a Mignon, rare. Could also use a couple of bowls, a big spender brought his pets,” she said, perhaps not appreciating that a chef might bristle at the idea of his dishes being used for doggie bowls. If ChefMan didn’t quickly produce the bowls she’d asked for, Dare would take it upon herself to rummage for them around the kitchen herself, moving at high speed.
 
Whether she got any or not, she’d hurry back to where Fold would hopefully have finished preparing drinks. If Dare had managed to collect bowls, she’d pass them to Fold to fill, perhaps not realizing in her hurry she could have fixed them herself in the kitchen with ease. If she hadn’t been able to get bowls, she’d take it upon herself to hop the counter and start filling sake dishes with water herself…
 
“Don’t have too much fun over here, Fold! Some of us are tryin’ to work,” she joked. Finally, she’d turn, balancing trays of drinks expertly as she necessarily reduced her speed in heading back to her tables, starting with HidaMan in spite of the huge number of drinks she had for the other table.

Ante/Fold Section...

With a look of disgust, the angry female sat back in her chair, and remained quite for the time being. Even though silent, it would be hard to ignore the frustration that seeped from her posture like blood would from a fresh wound. Her partner just glared at her, not bothering to correct her any further. "Thanks again, take your time bringing my drink." He said as Ante headed over to the other table. "We should be ready to order by the time you return."

After exchanging a few words with Glit, she would realize that it wasn't to much to be done for them, besides waiting for them to finish up their meals and bring them their check. The two glanced at her as she stepped off towards the bar area, and she could possibly hear them from behind as one of them said, "What I would do for a night with a chick like that." More then likely the words came from Glit, seeing as he was the more talkative of the two.

The trio at the bar, as well as her bartender downed another shot, while Ante joined the fray. Weather or not he caught on to the way Fold had expressed the words milady, or princess, it didn't matter. As soon as she was referred to as the ladder, Hurricane blurted out, "She sure does look like a princess... hiccup..." The Navi with the huge sword on his back starred at Ante with starry eyes.

"I told you!" Launcher laughed loudly, "The boss becomes a ladies man when he has a little bit of juice in his system. Oh and don't worry about a thing, you can feel your glass as much as you want. Just don't blame us if ChefMan8 comes out here getting on you." The fact that he mentioned the owners name might come off strange, but he just gripped at his glass, and prepared to toast as she had mentioned.

"Uh but she's not drinking..." Fletch shook his head while also raising his glass with the other three, and unless Ante stayed after Hurricane's remark, they would drink the shots, and watch her awkward off balance walk back to the table.

Once she made it back, she wouldn't be greeted by good conversation, or any conversation actually. Before the princess Navi would even have an opportunity to put the glass on the table, the angry customer grabbed the drink she had yet to sip from, and slung it's contents in Ante's direction attempting to splash the waitress in the face, and body. "Can't help to undress in front of company my ass!" She tossed the cup to the floor, it rolled under Glit, and Nomu's table. The lady stormed to the front, and exited the building, while her partner, sat leaned back in his seat with a dumbfounded look draped all over his face.

Hurricane: 2nd Bottle of Sake, 8/12 cups remaining, empty cup of sake.
Launcher: Empty cup of sake.
Fletch: Empty cup of sake.
Fold: Empty cup of sake.

Glit: 2nd Ale - 2/3 Full, Almost finished eating.
Nomo: 2nd Ale - 1/2 Full, Almost finished eating.

Male Navi:2nd DarkNight - Full
Female Navi: CandyLyte - Empty, She has left the building.
Dare/Kitchen Section

Before Dare stepped off to go put the order in, the Pitbull headed Navi's words followed behind her like a child not wanting her to leave. "I'm not the type you want to disappoint, I look forward to your entertainment." He pulled long and hard on the cigar once again, this time blowing the smoke right in the face of Suit, the shaking Navi that sat beside him. "Thank you for your patience Suit. I assume you have my request?"

"Ye... ye.... yes... I have it right in in this briefcase." He stuttered, and plopped the case on to the table.

"Tell the boss thanks for ordering you another drink." The purple HeelNavi hissed, his words low and cruel sounding.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude... Thank You BullyMan for your hospitality." Suit was still shivering out of fear, or nervousness.

"No problem, you've done me a huge favor, after we eat, I'll pay you for what you've brought me, for now let's just enjoy dinner. Look my favorite show is on." The dog headed Navi responded, reacting to the name he was called. BullyMan pointed at one of the TV's behind the bar. An unusual scene of Three lady, and a lion like Navi were face to face in an elevator, reacting strangely to what seemed to be a windstorm. "I love this show." He puffed another cloud of smoke, this time in the air.

In the kitchen, once Dare announced her order, ChefMan8's head perked up. "Hmmm, pets you say. It seems we have another regular here tonight. It's going to shape into an interesting night i tell you what." He chuckled, walking to a storage room. He pulled out two large black bowls, with red bone designs on them. "These are for those two Spikey's out there. Hows your night going so far Dare?" He asked as he hurried back to an oven, checking on whatever was in it.

When the chat with ChefMan8 was over, and the drinks were filled, Dare headed back out towards HidaMan's table. Once he received his drink, he spoke politely. "It seems like you're gonna have your hands full with that table over there huh?"

Suit: DarkNight(Double) - On order
BullyMan Navi: 2 Ales, 4 Puffy-A Waters on order.
Purple HeelNavi: ???
Black HeelNavi: ???
Spikey A: ???
Spikey B: ???

HidaMan: Puffy-A Water - Full

Ante/Fold Section...

With a look of disgust, the angry female sat back in her chair, and remained quite for the time being. Even though silent, it would be hard to ignore the frustration that seeped from her posture like blood would from a fresh wound. Her partner just glared at her, not bothering to correct her any further. "Thanks again, take your time bringing my drink." He said as Ante headed over to the other table. "We should be ready to order by the time you return."

After exchanging a few words with Glit, she would realize that it wasn't to much to be done for them, besides waiting for them to finish up their meals and bring them their check. The two glanced at her as she stepped off towards the bar area, and she could possibly hear them from behind as one of them said, "What I would do for a night with a chick like that." More then likely the words came from Glit, seeing as he was the more talkative of the two.

The trio at the bar, as well as her bartender downed another shot, while Ante joined the fray. Weather or not he caught on to the way Fold had expressed the words milady, or princess, it didn't matter. As soon as she was referred to as the ladder, Hurricane blurted out, "She sure does look like a princess... hiccup..." The Navi with the huge sword on his back starred at Ante with starry eyes.

"I told you!" Launcher laughed loudly, "The boss becomes a ladies man when he has a little bit of juice in his system. Oh and don't worry about a thing, you can feel your glass as much as you want. Just don't blame us if ChefMan8 comes out here getting on you." The fact that he mentioned the owners name might come off strange, but he just gripped at his glass, and prepared to toast as she had mentioned.

"Uh but she's not drinking..." Fletch shook his head while also raising his glass with the other three, and unless Ante stayed after Hurricane's remark, they would drink the shots, and watch her awkward off balance walk back to the table.

Once she made it back, she wouldn't be greeted by good conversation, or any conversation actually. Before the princess Navi would even have an opportunity to put the glass on the table, the angry customer grabbed the drink she had yet to sip from, and slung it's contents in Ante's direction attempting to splash the waitress in the face, and body. "Can't help to undress in front of company my ass!" She tossed the cup to the floor, it rolled under Glit, and Nomu's table. The lady stormed to the front, and exited the building, while her partner, sat leaned back in his seat with a dumbfounded look draped all over his face.

Glit: 2nd Ale - 2/3 Full, Almost finished eating.
Nomo: 2nd Ale - 1/2 Full, Almost finished eating.

Male Navi:2nd DarkNight - Full
Female Navi: CandyLyte - Empty, She has left the building.
Dare/Kitchen Section

Before Dare stepped off to go put the order in, the Pitbull headed Navi's words followed behind her like a child not wanting her to leave. "I'm not the type you want to disappoint, I look forward to your entertainment." He pulled long and hard on the cigar once again, this time blowing the smoke right in the face of Suit, the shaking Navi that sat beside him. "Thank you for your patience Suit. I assume you have my request?"

"Ye... ye.... yes... I have it right in in this briefcase." He stuttered, and plopped the case on to the table.

"Tell the boss thanks for ordering you another drink." The purple HeelNavi hissed, his words low and cruel sounding.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be rude... Thank You BullyMan for your hospitality." Suit was still shivering out of fear, or nervousness.

"No problem, you've done me a huge favor, after we eat, I'll pay you for what you've brought me, for now let's just enjoy dinner. Look my favorite show is on." The dog headed Navi responded, reacting to the name he was called. BullyMan pointed at one of the TV's behind the bar. An unusual scene of Three lady, and a lion like Navi were face to face in an elevator, reacting strangely to what seemed to be a windstorm. "I love this show." He puffed another cloud of smoke, this time in the air.

In the kitchen, once Dare announced her order, ChefMan8's head perked up. "Hmmm, pets you say. It seems we have another regular here tonight. It's going to shape into an interesting night i tell you what." He chuckled, walking to a storage room. He pulled out two large black bowls, with red bone designs on them. "These are for those two Spikey's out there. Hows your night going so far Dare?" He asked as he hurried back to an oven, checking on whatever was in it.

When the chat with ChefMan8 was over, and the drinks were filled, Dare headed back out towards HidaMan's table. Once he received his drink, he spoke politely. "It seems like you're gonna have your hands full with that table over there huh?"

Suit: DarkNight(Double) - On order
BullyMan Navi: 2 Ales, 4 Puffy-A Waters on order.
Purple HeelNavi: ???
Black HeelNavi: ???
Spikey A: ???
Spikey B: ???

HidaMan: Puffy-A Water - Full

Even as Ante was spared further indignation by the momentary mercy of her persistent glitch, she found herself the target of several softly spoken, just-within-earshot cat-calls, and her face reddened in response. "It's a bit shameful to become so loose-tongued with just a few drinks," she thought to herself, admonishing the group without acknowledging that she herself was quite a silly drunk, and that getting there didn't take much either. "If they knew my age, they wouldn't be thinking such thoughts..." she added, again, ignorant of how little her appearance was actually affected by her supposed age.

Fold, on the other hand, was taking the affections of the clients with a much more upbeat mentality, grinning from ear to ear as she was permitted to keep filling her drink. "That's what the princess needs: a ladies man!" she agreed, although  if that was indeed the case, it was pretty strange to see a princess, especially one looking for a suitor, working as a cat-eared waitress serving sauced-up guys in a bar. "I'm glad you guys showed up! Pretty sweet gig, getting to serve and drink together in one night," she chuckled, ignoring whatever plight she might face in the future from ChefMan8. She figured the people getting thrown around the restaurant and the guy sitting with his dogs were much more of a consideration right now than her tipsiness. "Aaah, well, you guys are regulars, right? Is he a hardass? Is he gonna ride me if he sees me drinking?"

She gave a wink to the third of the group, who'd been a bit sour up till now (or so she figured). "There you go! I'm not drinking," she agreed with him, although the flush on her face would be hard for anyone to ignore even if her acting was better than it was. She downed another drink with the others happily. "How about it guys, ready to not drink with me some more?" she asked, tingling her the bottle in the air in front of them teasingly, before filling back up their cups, on the assumption they'd want to keep going and finish the bottle. She'd give herself another cup as well, then wait for them to raise their cups. Fold was sparing a thought for how those dragon dishes were coming, before she saw something so shocking that she nearly dropped her sake bottle.

Namely, Ante, as she'd returned to her table, had just been treated to a drink by one of her customers, and not in the same flattering way Fold had been by hers. Instead, she was wearing the drink, which upset her neat, rust-red hair and wet her uncovered blouse, causing it to cling to her perky bust in a way that would probably only further exacerbate the problem the girl patron was having with her boyfriend. Her eyebrow twitched as she struggled to avoid engaging her combat routine. A voice whispered to her inside her head: "You're going to let her get away with that? Now there's a surprise. In the old days, her head would have rolled under that table already along with that cup." Ante shook her head, flinging a few droplets of CandyLyte, before grabbing up a napkin to wipe at her face.

Instinct told Ante to follow after the girl, but she knew that wasn't the right decision. "Sir... Perhaps it is not my place to say," Ante murmured, grabbing another napkin to help him clean anything that had ended up on the face, then another to wipe the table down, "but I believe it would be for the best if you went after her and attempted to placate her. I also think you may need to re-evaluate bringing your girlfriend to an establishment such as this," she coughed, pointing to the raunchy image on the television in the back of the restaurant, "if you wish to keep your relationship in tact." That probably wouldn't win her any favors with the patron, but she thought it was a message he needed to hear. "If I can get you anything else, please, let me know." She gave a short bow, then returned to Glit and Nomu's table, while wiping her slender neck with another napkin.

By the time she was to the other table, she had stretched the modest neckline of her waitress uniform out to wipe close to her light gray skin of her collar, a detail that would likely not be missed by the others. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I shall get that out of your way," she greeted them again, before lowering neatly down to her knees and checking underneath the table. "I should really be thankful... Even if there is some drama, my section is not violent like Miss Dare's," she reminded herself. With that thought on her mind, she crawled further beneath the table, so that only her bottom and legs were visible sticking out from beneath, with the rest hidden beneath it. "There we are..." she whispered, grabbing the cup... and then taking a look unfortunately up to the lap of Glit, which her head had ended up unfortunately close to.

Fold watched with concern, feeling like a bit of a failure as a bodyguard for not coming between the patron and Ante... but it seemed line Ante would rather handle this in her own way. She gave a weak laugh back to Dare instead. "Maybe if you do a bang-up job like I am, Miss Dare, your patrons will share their drinks with you as well! You'd look cute, drinking out of a bowl," she joked, raising her voice to talk across the room. Hopefully, ChefMan8 was too busy to hear or punish her for that.

While Dare was eager to earn her tip, service was the necessary first step. She’d have to keep the boss waiting a little while. Unfortunately, removing herself from his vicinity also robbed her of the chance to hear some important talk at that table. She had no choice but to hurry back.

As she moved about quickly, she was pleasantly surprised to see ChefMan in a seemingly good mood and prepared for her unusual request. “No problems so far. You keep things running in here and I’ll keep running things out there.” She gathered her bowls and headed out.

When she headed back out front, she noted a wet Ante and a missing customer, causing her to smile as she put two and two together. ”Making people jealous is how you know you’re doing good work! Hang in there, Ante…” Noticing one more detail, she followed Ante’s finger to the screen she was indicating, putting it together with what else she’d learned. ”ChefMan implied he has a regular with pets, so I have to think this is a regular stop for the boss… also, he wasn’t shocked by our outfits. I’m starting to think our client and our customers are counting on a particular type of service here…” With that thought in mind, her head was in the wrong place for Fold’s playful banter. As she turned with the tray of drinks, she gave a bemused smile to Fold. “You think that’s the way to go with it? I’ll keep that trick in my back pocket.”

Once at HidaMan’s table, she passed him his drink and glanced over at her busy table. Setting the tray of drinks on the table, she leaned in conspiratorially close to HidaMan, her lips a breath away from leaving a mark on his ear. “Truth be told, I’m trying to keep an eye on the action at that table. Something about it strikes me as a little sketchy… But don’t you worry.” Dare backed off and tilted her shades down to make eye contact. “If you’re not feeling happy for any reason, give me a shout and let me know what I can do for you, okay? I’m aiming to please all my customers. Lemme go drop off these dishes before someone gets whacked, I’ll check up on you in a bit…”

Dare pushed off from the table lightly, scooping up her tray easily and making her way to BullyMan, who she unfortunately still hadn’t learned the name of. “Hope I’m not interrupting! Here are those drink orders. Couple ales, couple waters, and a refill for my buddy,” she said, distributing the drinks to their appropriate customers while standing to the left side where BullyMan was seated. “… And, of course, two doggy bowls…”

As she continued speaking, she knelt to drop off the doggy bowls, bringing her down to the point where she was looking up a bit to make eye contact with her customer. “Noticed you watching the show back there. That what you’re into? Not judging, just saying… if you’re looking for entertainment, there’s plenty of it to be had here, if that’s to your liking.” The Navi rose from where she’d knelt, looking down at the seated customer now behind her tinted shades. “How about it? How can I… improve your dining experience?” she offered, putting some honey in her voice.

In the best case scenario, BullyMan would take her up on the offer and give some demand she was well equipped to offer: after all, glancing at Ante, it seemed she was already a step behind in where the night was going regardless. Worst case, she’d be waved off and could take a breather while BullyMan watched his TV…

… Worse than worst case, BullyMan heard what Fold had joked about and was going to request that specifically, which would not only be demeaning, but would probably require her to drink water out of a bowl on the floor and possibly risk doggy kisses from someone else’s viral pets. She wasn’t keen on that, but it also wouldn’t be the most embarrassing thing she’d done in the name of a mission.

Fold Section

"Ah ChefMan8 is a good guy. This is a fun little gig for sure. We often work hand and hand with him. We hunt the viruses that he uses for his menu. Such as these Dragon's today." Hurricane said, his words wearing the sharp tone of pride. He had his chest pushed out slightly. At that moment the bell rang from the back, and the boss himself popped his head out.

"Three Sparking Dragon Delicacies, for my good friends Hurricane, Launcher, and Fletch." He glanced over at his tipsy bartender. "Make sure you take care of these guys okay. Everything they order is half off."

"Thanks as always Chefffffff." Hurricane bellowed. "Come take a drink with us mannnnnnnnnn. Fold, pour us up another round, and one for the Chef please."

"He's drunk already." Launcher pointed out.

"He will be fine once we eat." Fletch chuckled.

"Ah, I guess one won't hurt. Dosen't look like we will be getting much busier then this tonight. I see a few of our other regulars out there." ChefMan8 brought the three dishes out himself in expert fashion. All three plates were stacked delicatly on his outstretched arm. He passed them out one at a time with his free hand.

The food carried the strong aroma of different seasons, as the steam lifted into the air around the bar. "Well, hurry up and dig in." ChefMan8 pressured while Fold was possibly refilling the cups of sake.

Hurricane: 2nd Bottle of Sake, 3/12 cups remaining, Full cup of sake.
Launcher: Full cup of sake.
Fletch: Full cup of sake.
Fold: Full cup of sake.
ChefMan8: Full cup of sake.

Ante Section

"Please don't patronize me. She, and now you are acting like I've done something wrong. There is nothing wrong with a date at this place. It's not like you and your fellow co workers are out here walking around butt nakade. Now I apologize for her behavior, if theres anything I can do to make it up to you then I will." The calmer half of the troublesome table attempted to make peace, but Ante had already turned to the other table. He decided it would be best to let her be, and he would try once more to make things right upon her next return.

Once she was at the table to clean it off, Ante found herself closer to the customer as she would have probably meant to be. "Woah, she sure did a number on you missy." Glit gave a slight chuckle, making light of the situation. "Those wet clothes arn't shabby though. "

"Glit, she probably would prefer not to be wet, and antagonized by you." Nomu added. "I'm sorry, but we will take our check whenever you have time to bring it by."

"Don't ruin my fun." Glit frowned. "What do you say about a hug, and the exchange of E-Mail addresses." He offered, opening his arms wide, while she was still hovering around him.

Glit: 2nd Ale - Empty, finished eatin
Nomo: 2nd Ale - Empty, finished eating.

Male Navi:2nd DarkNight - Full
Female Navi: CandyLyte - Empty, She has left the building.

Dare Section

“Just a heads up from one of your less over the top customers tonight, the majority of us are regulars. The Mafia boss looking dog Navi, regular. “ HidaMan pointed from one table to the bar. “The big sword carrying guy, regular, to the guy who’s now sitting by himself, also a regular.” He let out a soft chuckle. “Just try and have a good time, go with the flow. Everyone here knows each other for the most part.” He finished up and let her continue doing onwards to the boisterous table in the corner.

Dare’s challenge of interest was met with a poofy cloud of cigar smoke. The pungent smell swished around the air all about her, then seemed to shape itself into a hand, that felt solid enough as it gently pushed the center of her back, intending to lead her even closer. “Well missy, I like your attitude. Matter of fact, why don’t you come sit with us. I’ll make sure ole ChefHead back there dosent bother you.” He turned to the HeelNavi at his side and motioned for him to get out so that she could slide in. If she were to take him up on his offer and slide into the booth, then the heel Navi would follow suit and slide back in beside her.

“So missy, what did you have in mind for this said entertainment?” BullyMan added in, regardless of if she sat or it.

Suit: DarkNight(Double) - On order
BullyMan Navi: 2 Ales, 4 Puffy-A Waters on order.
Purple HeelNavi: ???
Black HeelNavi: ???
Spikey A: ???
Spikey B: ???

HidaMan: Puffy-A Water - Full

"Oh ho! That's pretty manly, hunting the meat you eat," Fold applauded her table, giving a miniature clap that was tellingly drunk, due to the slightly off-kilter rhythm. Apparently, the chef appreciated it even more than she did, as he was willing to serve them for half off. Perhaps that explained the extra cash they had available to tip the bartender, so to speak. In fact, ChefMan8 was such good buddies with him the gang that he was prepared to join them for a meal and a drink. "Well, I guess I'll need to be extraaa careful with my boss's drink, snrk," she giggled, just as far in the cup as Hurricane at this point.



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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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?

Dare gave HidaMan a half-cocked smile as she left. Truth be told, she was pretty surprised at the revelation, but that kind of caught-unawares reaction was one she preferred to keep hidden for the sake of her image. ”That’s probably a good tip. Now that I think about it, the ad was looking for as few as two women, right? If one was working the bar, the other could probably waitress the floor… Honestly, it’s not that much effort… Even the chef seems to have some extra time on his hands,” she thought to herself, noting ChefMan8 attending to the deliveries at the bar personally. ”With that in mind, I bet the main qualification for the waitressing staff is actually the looks. And sure enough, I get the feeling all eyes are on us at the moment…”

By the time she’d made her way over to the still-unnamed BullyMan and worked her charm, she had a few ideas of what he might be thinking of in mind as an unexpected hand urged her forward. Dare couldn’t help but jump slightly, reminded of how eventful things had gotten the last time she’d encountered such a thing, but she buried that with a toss of her hair.

There were a couple of problems with taking the boss up on his offer. Though she wasn’t too busy, there were, at least, two tables: if she let herself get boxed in and focused on attending to one customer, she wouldn’t be able to serve efficiently or give the other table much attention at all. HidaMan had seemed like he was also “going with the flow,” but he’d also implied he had a certain expectation of being entertained. As such, it would be better if there was a sort of floor show she could offer, rather than being confined to the booth.

Dare glanced back at Ante, seeing her watching her. It only took Dare a moment to jump to a conclusion from this, giving Ante a smirk back before turning back to the dog headed man and leaning in a bit closer than she ever had to any animal-faced Navi. “Actually, Boss… I have an idea for a show that ought to be a lot of fun for you and everyone else. In order to get to that point, though… I’d need you to order a drink. Not for me, though I’d appreciate the gesture if you want to throw one in! It’s just, it’d be important we get a drink to that pretty little lady over there,” she clarified, pointing one of her fingers discretely back towards Ante. “Trust me, a little liquid courage, and she’s like a miracle worker to get any party started. How about it? Do that, and I think you’ll be able to have both of us eating out of the palm of your hand, if that’s what you want… Up to you.”

She had to admit she was banking pretty heavily on her customer having enough money to throw around to buy drinks for the staff. She assumed that practice wasn’t frowned upon, seeing as it was pretty clear Fold was going at the bottle hard before the Chef’s very eyes. If he didn’t take her up, she’d just have to see how she could adjust.

Grillo Mod

Fold Section

ChefMan8 eyed the support program as she bent down to grab another bottle. He was unsure of the extent, but could read that his bartender had indeed been drinking. “You guys, always come in here and try to get my staff drunk. I see today isn’t any different.”

“Haha, not just your staff boss. Time to drink up!” Hurricane belched, rasing his cup to toast with the others. Everyone downed a normal sized shot except for the chef, who shook his head vigorously to shake off the strong taste.

“Hell yea, pour me another!” The chef shouted. It would seem it didn’t take much to get him going, or in the drinking mood for that matter.

The three gentleman at the bar didn’t hesitate to pass their cups forward on that note, as well as ripping into their dinner. They were some hungry guest, because in just moments all the food was gone, and the plates licked clean. “Man, as always that was really good.” Launched applauded ChefMan8 on his good cooking.

“No doubt.” Fletch agreed.

“Yea yea, the food is always great, but Miss Fold... when is this pretty princess gonna come join us. Bring her over here and let me get her a drink.” His voice was respectful, but he slapped the bar in an impatient manner.

“You at it again, Hurricane!?” ChefMan responded. “Whatcha trying to do here?” He just chuckled and prepared to down another drink once Fold poured everyone up again.

Hurricane: 3nd Bottle of Sake, 9/12 cups remaining, Empty cup of sake.
Launcher: Empty cup of sake.
Fletch: Empty cup of sake.
Fold: Empty cup of sake.
ChefMan8: Empty double cup of sake.

Ante Section

Ante seemed a little stand-offish when Glit made his request. He sensed her hesitation and scowled. “All you had to do was say no. You need to loosen up a little, this is a fun spot, but you...”

“Don’t jump the gun.” Nomu cut his partner off. “You don’t know what she was gonna respond with. You’re always talking bout fun, don’t ruin someone else’s. I’m sorry, but again, we will take our checks whenever you’re ready. Before Glit here embarrasses himself anymore.” He laughed it off, and hoped she would oblige.

Wasn’t much going on at the table that was only one guy now. He just dipped on his drink, trying to take his mind off of the hostile situation at hand.

Glit: 2nd Ale - Empty, finished eatin
Nomo: 2nd Ale - Empty, finished eating.

Male Navi:2nd DarkNight - Half full
Female Navi: CandyLyte - Empty, She has left the building.

Dare section

HidaMan would be fine for now as Dare chose to turn her attention to the party in the corner. Face to face with BullyMan she fed him a line intending to stir up some form of entertainment. He sat quite for a moment, with a cold gaze that met her eyes directly. With a short pull on the cigar, followed by another poofy cloud of smoke sent towards the waitress he answered, “Fine, I’ll take you up on that offer. Order yourself, and your friend whatever it is ya want, and let the show begin,”.

BullyMan leaned back, put the half finished cigar out but smushing the end out in a ash tray that sat in the center of the table. He completely downed one if his ales, then turned to Suit, who had only taken a small sip out of his newest beverage. “Yo, you need to loosen up a little and relax.” He paused, then spoke out to the waitress once more. “Miss Dare, go ahead and bring me four more ales when you return. Two for me, and two for Suit here. We finna teach this man how to have a good time tonight.”

Suit’s manner didn’t change very much, it was still hard to read whether it was fear or just outright shyness, but he managed to stutter a response, “Tha... tha.. thank you.”

Suit: DarkNight(Double) 3/4 Full
BullyMan Navi: 1 Ale Empty, 1 Ale Full, 4 Ales on order.
Purple HeelNavi: Puffy-A Water
Black HeelNavi: Puffy-A Water
Spikey A: Puffy-A Water Full
Spikey B: Puffy-A Water Full

HidaMan: Puffy-A Water - Half Full

"So I'm not the first fun bartender you guys have bought a drink for? You're gonna break my heart!" Fold giggled, smiling first at the good ol' boys, then at ChefMan8, seeming now encouraged that it didn't really matter how drunk off her ass she became. Ante probably would have been repulsed by the burping if she'd been here, but for Fold, it was a good old time... though, it would be a mark off against her encouraging Ante to see the guy. What was nice in a companion for her wasn't necessary nice in terms of a suitor for the princess, after all. "Let's all have another," she repeated in a lackadaisical voice, before pouring drinks into each of their cups once more. She was quite experienced at drink mixing and pouring, but she was also inherently clumsy and drunk as all get out, so she hoped no one would mind the little bit she was spilling over the side of her own cup.

Although the dinner sure wasn't lasting long, it was around at least long enough to interfere with Fold's systems a bit...



Standing behind the counter, Fold was reduced to a similar status as Ante in a split second, with her hairband, choker, and apron all forming black poker chips and clattering to the floor. One of them landed in her own cup; she plucked it out and set it onto the counter, looking as though she didn't feel inconvenienced. Ante had hidden the exact nature of her changes pretty well, but it would be hard for the chef or patrons to ignore when it was happening right there in front of them. "Don't mind me! I'm just... Ever so slightly tipsy," she hiccuped, as if that were the issue and not her apparent decision to shed her accessories and apron.

The others announced that they wanted Ante to join in too. "The princess has commishments," she mispoke, the narrowed her eyes and corrected herself. As the princess' protector, she probably ought to ignore the request and not get Ante mixed up with a drunk crowd. Unfortunately, for now, her senses as a protector had mostly all taken leave of her. She just figured that if she was having fun, Ante ought to as well. "Commitments." She smiled again, then nodded her head. "But if her commishments are done then she can join us! Hey Princess! Are your commishments all finished up?!" she called across the room; one might say cat-called, if she was still wearing the ears and apron.

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Ante was fortunate to find that she was not subject to another wardrobe upheaval, but her attempt to both avoid hugging a customer and also avoid wetting said customer were not well received. Part of her mind was just as standoffish as the man had interpreted. "A nice place, sure... for the men who come in here! Miss Fold is having a grand old time, but I've been splashed by my customers and the others are... teasing me. And as for Miss Dare," she thought to herself, though at second glance, she wasn't sure if the dog-headed man was leading her on or the other way around. Thankfully, one of her customers was willing to work with her, and she smiled gratefully. The waitress nodded and gave a slight curtsy, before heading to retrieve the check.

Unfortunately, she was being pulled in two different directions by the time she got back: one, that Fold wanted her to come join the three, and two, that Dare was asking her to order a drink. "Oh, Miss Dare, I hardly think I should-" she started to answer, but then remembered how poorly it had gone the last time she'd refused someone's insistence that she loosen up. "... Just order me whatever you think would be appropriate," she sighed, before turning back to the group at the bar. "Mister ChefMan, sir, I need the check to bring to those gentlemen over there," she encouraged him. Whatever Fold wanted, she decided it'd have to wait All of them were going to have a harder time if they didn't clear out customers who were ready to leave, she figured.

"Aaaah, come on! Have a drink first! These guys want you to drink with 'em, and they're buying! Free drinks!" Fold encouraged her.

"M-Miss Fold, I am already being purchased a drink! Dare was just about to order me something on the tab of that gentleman over there. I don't need two drinks," Ante scoffed.

"Forgive me, Princess. You know I only want you to have fun! But a tight ass like yours might need two drinks," the servant snickered. Ante's face showed that she was, indeed, offended. Oddly, the voice inside her head, which she'd half expected to laugh at her along with Fold, was staying quiet for now. "Come on, trust me! You'll feel better if you drink your way through tonight. I know I feel pretty good right now!"

Ante lowered her eyebrows and sighed more deeply. "Fine, I'll drink whatever you're making, but please, allow me to deliver the check first," she bargained. Finally, Fold yielded, allowing Ante to retrieve the check, then hurriedly take it to her customers.

In the mean time, Fold gave a smirk to Dare, then slapped both hands on the counter. "Well, Miss Dare, what will you and the Princess be having? I've got one sake coming up for her! You wanna add to that?" she giggled. Dare probably hadn't been planning on making Ante pound back two drinks back to back, but Fold's mind was apparently stuck on that eventuality.

Dare continued to meet BullyMan’s gaze without flinching, helpfully tilting down her shades as she sensed he was trying to make eye contact. She even managed to hold it as she got another point-blank smoke ring, having excellent smoke tolerance herself due to her own sigs. That said, she was holding her breath and wishing she had her helmet and visor on. Nonetheless, the man appeared to be game for her game; she backed up and clapped her hands together, grinning broadly. “That’s what I like to hear! I’ll take you up on your generosity and get Ante something cool, too. And a bundle of ales, the Grillo Netopios, for you boys.” She eyed Suit’s nearly-full drink with raised eyebrows briefly, but turned it back into a wink and turned on her heel. “Keep your seats, and I’ll be back in a sec for some fun, okay?”

The speedy Navi sped over to the bar, where it seemed like a party had started without her. “Ante! That strapping young dog across the room is offering to spot you and me a drink! Fold, uh… looks like sake is the drink of the night over here, huh? Pour Ante and me a couple cups.” She spoke over Ante’s objections, propping her elbows on the counter and watching Fold tip around with amusement. “Once we get those, I need four ales for the smoking section… Actually, get me those first, and a tray. I’ll race Ante back here…” she said, trailing off as she realized that was probably a race limited by Fold’s ability to pour four neat mugs before Ante could return. She tapped her fingers reflexively on the bar as she turned her head to the gentlemen there, smiling. “Having a good night, boys? Ante and I are about to have a little fun! I think we all will.” She gave them another wink, then grabbed the ales that had hopefully been prepared, and hopefully on a tray.

Rushing with giddy energy, Dare would skate back to the table she’d left, dropping off the mountain of drinks and collecting any empty glasses on her tray. She also spun back by HidaMan’s table, taking any of order he might have in an apparent rush. “Stay tuned for the show, okay? I’ll be by again.”

Once again, Dare skid to a stop at the bar, where she’d hopefully meet Ante for drinks. Setting the tray of empty drinks on the table, she nodded to ChefMan, then raised her glass to Ante… Then handed her a cup of her own, if she showing any hesitation. “To Netopia!” she said, clinking the glass if Ante had it raised, then quickly downed her own. “C’mon, Ante, power through it! Don’t wanna waste good sake! We gotta get back on the floor, these people aren’t going to serve themselves! Or entertain themselves, on that note.” Rushing Ante with her own fervent energy, Dare got back to her feet and clapped her hands… then shot one more glance to the door to make sure nobody was arriving. If someone was, she'd try and nudge Ante to attend to them, hoping not to lose her momentum.

Dare would use her projecting voice to speak to the room all at once. “Gentlemen! How about a little entertainment? While continuing to offer you excellent service, the lovely Ante and I,” Dare announced, pointing to her fellow waitress at the bar, “Will also offer you a fun game I like to call ‘Dare or No Dare!’ The game works like this: we’ll take a dare, any challenge you like, from one of our fun-loving patrons! The only rule is that it can’t be anything that’ll take more than a few minutes, since we’ve gotta keep up the service as well. So in intermissions, Ante and I will take a dare. Whoever does it wins a point, and if either of us is unwilling or unable to do it, they get zero points. Whoever wins… uh… she gets something from the other, we’ll work it out later. But for now, you boys get to enjoy the blank checks we’re letting you write!”

Dare headed back over to BullyMan’s table, smiling confidently and obviously proud of the game she’d named after herself (twice). “Now, to make good on my promise, Boss, you get to give the first dare. These waitresses are taking orders! What’ll it be? You can use your imagination, can’t you…?”

Ante/Fold Section

Things seemed to be speeding up for the place, as drinks were being ordered, and downed left and right. Not only from the customers, but from the staff even. That combined with the missing articles of clothing from Ante, and Fold would probably see them let go on the spot in any other type of restaurant establishment. At Grillo Netopio thouogh, it seems all is good and well, as even the head chef, owner was encourging the fun. "What ya waiting on, lets get this next round going." He said as Fold shakily poured more drinks. Another double for the Chef, two for Ante, and one for everyone else at the bar including Dare. A quick toast from Dare, and everyone went to downing another cup. "Make sure you put one of those cups on BullyMan's bill" ChefMan8 said, not wanting to mix the charges up with anybody.

"It's all good Chef." Hurricane belched. "We go way back, I'll get this one for the lady, and he can get the next one. PUT ANY SAKE TONIGHT ON MY TAB, AND I WILL HANDLE IT. AINT THAT RIGHT PUP!" He turned his head, and projected his yell towards the corner where BullyMan, and his gang were seated.

"Oh yea!? Well if thats the case, everyone's food is on me, you drunk swordsman." BullyMan's response came loud enough for everyone to hear, but carried a level, fun tone with it. Looks like the two of them are putting on a competition of their on.

"Woah, they are at it again. Tonight is gonna be a fun night." Launcher gave out a quick chuckle.

"Well I guess that mean's you don't have to bring us our checks." An approaching Glit smiled as him and Nomu took seats at the bar. "We will have some sake on the next round also, since my man over here is being so generous with his tab." He looked at Hurricane first, then turned his attention to Ante. "I'm going to get that hug." He smiled.

"Would you leave her alone already, shes not interested." Nomu said quietly, hoping to keep the exchange between the two of them. "And not quite, we still have to pay for our ales. so we will take that check whenever you're ready. There is no rush."

Hurricane seemed to snap out of his drunken loudness, and calmly said to the newcomers, "Sure, everyone who want's sake tonight, gets sake." Then quickly addressed the princess. "Ah Ante, you're here, finally. I just wanted to let you know, you look like a real life prin...." Hurricane was cut off by Ante's only remaining table-sat customer.

"AYE CAN I ORDER SOME FOOD?" The lonesome Navi must have figured it would be a while before she would get back to him since he seen her playing at the bar.


Dare Section

As she stopped by his table, HidaMan said, "I think I'll go ahead and ordered a cup of sake now." Taking full advantage of Hurricane's generosity, "Oh and an order of the dragon also please, and thank you." He took a few gulps of his water and smiled at the waitress as she continued to adapt to the direction the evening was going.

Over at the corner table BullyMan, and his HeelNavi's were all having a good ole time as he split the four ales among the table. It even looked as if the liquor was starting to get to Suit, he was starting to loosen up and smile a little bit. A slight unease still hovered over him, but as soon as the bulldog Navi passed the ale over to him, he downed the rest of his drink and started sipping on the new one. "I like this Dare waitress yall! She knows how to have a good time. So I will go first." BullyMan exclaimed, "How about.... I dare you to give my friend Suit here a nice up close and personal dance, that shouldn't take more then a few moments am I right?"

Suit didn't really appreciate being shoved in the spotlight suddenly, and began to argue, "But Bull..."

His argument was short lived though as one of the HeelNavi's chimed in with, "Live a little mannnn. The boss is trying to get you some fun going, go grab a free chair and let's see what the missy can do." He slid out the booth, and directed Suit to go somewhere where Dare could do here thing if she obliged.

The victim if it could be looked at it that way, shuffled over to HidaMan's table with an embarrassed red face, and asked, "Can I use this chair please?"

In which HidaMan replied, "Of course man, why do you always start like this. It's time to have fun. That is the theme of this restuarunt right?"

"Yea... you're right.... but..." He trailed off, as BullyMan slid out the booth also, just to bring Suit the Ale that he had half finished and left at the table. "A little alcohol can go alongggg way."

Using the first dare for a little inspiration Glit spoke loudly so everyone could hear. “Well if that’s the case, I dare Ante to give me a dance if my own!” A few eyes turned Ante’s way to see how she would respond.

Fold, while a partier, was cursed with weak mental fortitude as it pertained to holding her liquor. As for Ante, she was not a partier (unless that meant a fancy party) nor a dancer (unless that meant a fancy dance), and, improbably, she was even worse under the influence of alcohol than her bodyguard was. Some part of being a bodyguard really ought to dictate that Fold didn't allow them to both be drunk at once, but that protocol was out the window, with both of them being drunk as a pair of skunks: Fold from an abundance of drinks, Ante from just two.

With all this being said, the first proposal of Dare or No Dare went over without complaint- "But of course, it's Dare, she's right there," Ante had complained in tipsy fashion- and furthermore, even the request to become a private dancer for a man she'd refused to hug just a minute ago didn't seem to yield any opposition from Ante. "Thank you, Sir Hurricane! A gentleman knows that all ladies like to be called princesses. You all should be as polite and gentlemanly as thiiis gentleman," she informed the crowd at large, speaking in a haughty way that was a bit different from her previous persona.

She glared across the room at Dare and wagged her finger. "Miss Dare, you're always doing things like this... We've got an important job and you turn it into a *hic* game! Do you think I like playing games? I'm a sherious lady and sherious ladies don't play games like these, with dancing! But I will because I'm a kitty waitress right now and not a prinshuss," she huffed, slurring her words more heavily than made sense for just two drinks. "Meow!" she huffed, crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air.

Fold rapidly began to sober herself up with a sense of purpose, realizing she was going to need to be the alert one between the two. Winking to the group, she reached across the bar and placed one hand upon it, leaning to yell out. "Heeey, you, at the table! You better just give me your order. She's not going to be reliable for anything but being a goof for the rest of the night," Fold suggested in a loud voice. Hopefully it wouldn't bother everyone too much for her to yell; everyone seemed to be doing it, unless they were instead speaking in a sexy whisper, a frightened whimper, or sulky drunkenness, depending on the character.

Pursing her lips, Ante approached Gilt with a cross frown. "I can dance like a ballroom dance really good, but you don't wanna see that at all, do you? You just want a sexy dance," she pouted, approaching closer and lifting her arms above her head, to touch her rust-orange hair with her forearms and keep her bust thrust out towards the patron.



As if in response to her motions, the blouse Ante had been wearing for work suddenly burst into poker chips, scattering upon the floor around both their feet at a great quantity. She'd probably be charged with sweeping those up later. Her right stocking also poofed off, exposing her bare leg, though it was doubtful many would be looking there at the moment. With the blouse gone, an orange-colored bikini (a little more brown than her hair) covered the chest in a wrap-around shape, with black paw-prints dotting its plush surface. Her gray skin, slightly flushed with a more human pink, was on display, down from her midriff to the hem of her skirt. She continued thrusting her chest until it was in the man's face, then, continuing to pout, she held her hands above her head and sashayed her hips left and right in upward swipes, causing her skirt to flip this way and that. "You should keep your hands off, though, cause if you touch all over me then it is, er... a sleazy thing to do," she informed him, perhaps too late, and certainly against her own behavior, as she was already touching him pretty intimately, albeit not with her hands.

As Fold put in the order of the man who'd been left unfortunately alone at his table, with neither his girlfriend nor his waitress, she nervously tapped her fingers together, wondering whether she'd made a mistake. Getting Ante to lighten up was something she considered a duty, especially while tipsy, but she had to admit she may have let things spiral out of control a little too quickly. Furthermore, from what she knew of Dare, it was unlikely the other girl would put the brakes on it. Was there a chance ChefMan would? She wasn't so sure about that either. If things got too dicey, she might have to jump in and be a moodkiller... or worse, jump in between Bruce and Teruko's fun and be a moodkiller there, to jack Ante out. Of course, if Ante had been awake enough to think about it, she'd probably asked to be jacked out right here.



While it might seem like something of an afterthought, Fold wasn't spared from the clutches of the glitch either. From a distance, it would be imperceptible, because her lower half was hidden behind the counter, but much of her lower clothing suddenly fell into poker chips, starting with her skirt, then her shoes, and then even the black-and-white, paw-print panties she'd been wearing beneath the skirt. When it was done, all that was left on her lower body were the tall stockings and thong underwear, consisting of a black paw-print shape with pink pads upon the "fingers" and a simple black, string-tied sides and back, covering very little of her toned but shapely buttocks.

Fold was a woman of the world, but being so exposed still registered shock on her face for a moment. She stuck close to the counter and smiled at the others, hoping none of them would lean over and realize what had happened. Hiding it like that in plain sight was making her feel a little like a pervert herself... At any rate, she found herself watching Dare, hoping that at least she'd have the good fortune that their good-looking partner was also willing to put skin in the game.

"Oh, right, er... the check. ChefMan, sir, do your customers receive printed checks or is there some sort of payment system?" Fold asked; if he was still behind the counter with her, he might notice now that she had lost her pants somewhere.

Dare was happy to put her guard down for Suit’s table. As her previously shady-looking patron was now paying for people’s food and offering other people her dances, she had to assume he was here to have a good time after all. That was appreciated, because now that her competition was officially on, she was ready to put her focus on it. She grinned at Ante from across the room as the other waitress chided her. As Ante finished, though, even Dare had to join Fold in internally apologizing: it was clear Ante had already sailed past her limit from the couple she’d gotten. ”Just don’t barf on anyone,” she thought to herself with a tighter grin.

The Navi wasn’t put off by the request she’d been given. Of course, this kind of dare was exactly what she’d expected when she’d posed the contest. Quickly, she realized the patrons weren’t approaching the rules exactly as she’d intended them: technically, both she and Ante would need to give both Suit and Glit a dance in order to fulfill the terms she’d posed. However, everyone seemed to be rolling with it, so if there weren’t any complaints, she wasn’t going to interrupt it. ”I’m just going to do whatever dare I get, anyway,” she thought to herself, equipping her usual smirk as Suit was ushered off to an empty chair by his drinking buddies.

When he’d gotten his chair, Dare grabbed for his hand to guide him over to an empty spot on the floor. When he’d set it down, she put a hand on his shoulder and applied a little pressure to indicate he ought to have a seat. If he did so, she’d give him a little pat on the shoulder as she passed around to the front. “I knew we were gonna be good buddies the moment I laid eyes on you! I told you earlier I was the type who doesn’t like sitting, right?”

The Navi laughed and placed her left hand on his right shoulder if allowed, so that both were occupied as she faced him. “Thing is, I just don’t like sitting still…~ she told the customer, dropping her voice to a seductive coo. At this point, if he’d let her do what she wanted, there would no longer be easy escape as she wrapped her arms behind the back of his neck while moving to sit on his lap, carefully shifting onto him so the tail wouldn’t get caught underneath. “I’m fine as long as I get to move,” she added, grinning as if she thought it was funny herself. From this position, she began shifting her body with rhythm to grind her bottom against him.

After rubbing him for a bit and beginning to redden a bit herself, Dare drew her head back to face him. “How about this costume, huh? The tail is super soft. Watch the tailpipes,” she warned him briskly. Rising, she paused on one heel, turned around (minding the exhaust pipes on her feet so they wouldn’t smack her patron) and faced away from him with her nearly bare legs together. Running her hands down her legs, she bent her knees as she swayed her bottom slightly, thrusting it closer to him as she dipped. “While you’re checking that out, don’t forget how much we appreciate your tips… You could tip at the end on your check, of course, but any waitress would be extra-appreciative of a tip you give right to her in advance, you know?”

During her performance, Dare scanned around the room with her eyes, seeing if anyone looked ready to flag her down. It was at about that time she noticed Ante had already gotten around to an extra service for her target, having lost her top. Normally, in spite of past experience, Dare would still trick herself into thinking this was something Ante was doing intentionally to try and win the tip race. Now, however, it was hard to deny it was anything but the drink. Still, results were results, and even though all the contest didn’t challenge them to one-up each other in their dances, the tips mattered to her.

There wasn’t any reason to force things along faster than they had to go. As she thought about it, Ante had already given away part of the show for free, so there wasn’t any guarantee she’d get a tip for it. Why not save some ammo as a show of appreciation for an especially generous tip?

In any case, she was definitely pushing her “few minutes” she’d imposed on herself as a limit. “You about finished back there? I’ve got to check around for orders, but keep in mind you don’t have to be as generous as him when your turn for another go comes again…” She’d give him a wink and straighten back up, although she’d have to think of something else nice for him depending on what he’d done for her.

And, of course, there was the possibility he wouldn’t be so generous as to let this start at all. Her routine of approaching it with friendly, familiar gestures before laying on the charm was an attempt to head that off, but if he really wouldn’t let her, she’d be out of luck. She’d have to move straight to the back half of her routine, and doing that while he was standing would surely be less effective. ”But still, pretty good,” she would reassure herself in that case.

The dancing continued, the night carried on. Not many more customers showed up, but it was a night to remember. ChefMan continued to drink, getting drunker and drunker. He ended up giving all the customers, and staff free food and drink. What a night, a night that started out as work, but turned into a party.

It was getting late, and the day was coming to a close. Most of the customers were drunk and ready to jack out. ChefMan came stumbling over to Ante, Fold, and Dare. "Hicupp... hi...cup. Ah you ladiesssss did ahhhh wonderful job today. Tha....nks for... hicupppp.... doing such a... hicupp... fine job. Stay as long as you want, but as of now we are closed, and I'm ready to take a nap... hicup, but... before I... hicuppp... do, heres your payment and tips." ChefMan handed each of the mission takers a sack of goodies.


Ante Gets: 25 Dare FXP + 12000z + 100 Bugfrags.
Dare Gets: 25 Ante FXP + 6000z + HeatSpreader1Damage: 30 + Spread 8
Accuracy: A
Description: Shoots a fireball that explodes on impact to hit nearby enemies.
Duration: Once
Element: Fire
Trader Rank: D + Burner1Damage: 110 + Nova 2
Accuracy: B
Description: The area around the user spontaneously combusts, causing anything nearby to be scorched with fire.
Duration: Once
Element: Fire
Trader Rank: D + 100 Bugfrags.