Ording...a dog? (OPEN)

[Cory Gale]

"Un chien? Monsieur, nous ne vendons pas les chiens ici. Il s'agit d'un café. Pas une livre."

Cory crossed his arms. French wasn't his strong subject. "Look just give me some coffee you filthy waitor!" he snapped giving that look he had. You know the one that said "I'm going to rip your lungs out and I'm not joking."

The man's eyes widen as if her were scared and insulted at the same time. He scribled something down and then stomped off. Cory laughed twice before he picked up his book. This book he read about twenty times. It was "Of mice and men." He liked that book and he wasn't exactly sure why. But it was his favorit. But he read it so many times he could read it blindfolded and resite it backwards. Yes, he read it one too many times.

He eventually got to the ending. He liked the ending too. It was his favorit part for some reason. He closed the book and looked up to see his order finally come. The man placed the coffee down in front of him. Cory looked up and then slightly angled his head to the right and gave the waitor a mean glare and a grin. His eyes showed insanity. "It's about time you stupid waitor." he said making a motion with his hand to send the man away. He picked up his coffee and took a sip. Why did he order coffee? He hated it. The taste and the smell. He was tempted to pour it on that waitor but decided against it since the waitor was already long gone.

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[Celeste Dupont]

What to order, what to order.. Golden eyes scanned a menu and tried to find something to eat. To any other person, the choice would have been simple, but not even Celeste had been to cafés very often. 'So many choices.. What on earth is a jambon?' The words were frustrating! It was like having to read a menu upside down and backward at the same time. A couple minutes passed and then a waiter came and said some strange words. Celeste looked up from the menu and merely blinked, seeing as she had no idea what he said. 'So much for being French..' The man raised an eyebrow and she felt herself blush, feeling like an idiot. 'Why did I come here again?' She cleared her throat.

"J.. Je fait.." Fait? That sounded oddly wrong. "WAIT! No no no.." Celeste stuck the menu close to her face and tried frantically to make some sense of it. She heard a few foreign murmurs and could already feel some stares at her. If possible, she wished she could disappear in a puff of smoke.

Celeste heard a sigh and looked up at her waiter, who was now looking at her with an annoyed expression. "Look, if you're going to be an idiot, please do so elsewhere." He spoke English?! "I have real customers to feed, okay?"

"Uh.. uh.. ah.." The girl could only stare at him disbelievingly. Here she was struggling with the menu, looking like an idiot and- 'Oh God that means the waiter's right,' she thought mortified. She had forgotten that her waiter made her look stupid by not helping or mentioning he spoke perfect English. She coughed uncomfortably when she was asked if she was going to leave yet. She wanted to get up and leave, but she also wanted to make sure no one saw her face as she did so. She felt almost like a criminal.. Celeste sighed. "Is stupidity a crime?" she asked herself mostly.

"Oui. "

ic mood: Humiliation! >//<
oc mood: Lol xD This is fun
notes: Waiters are MEAN! Sorry it's long. It's just my intro posts that are rambly

[Cory Gale]

The people in the Cafe seemed to have their attention turned to the waitor and a girl who seemed to try to be speaking French. Cory could speak French, but minus the accent. Well then again he just ordered a dog. So his french was basically horrible. If he studdied he could hold a good conversation with someone but honestly who wants to study?

He blinked a few times and then consentrated on listening to the conversation. Well he heard the entire thing. What a rude waitor! Cory remembered his mother. She raised him to respect girls. But he took things badly some times when it came to respecting girls. He would force others to respect girls too and if they didn't it often dnded in either death or a really bad fight.

He took one more sip of coffee and kept a serious look on his face. He then tilted his head forward and hid in his eyes. One more sip and then he slammed the cup on the table nearly breaking the cup. Everyone turned their heads towards him and thats when a creepy grin crept up his face. Some people mummbled more things to each other but then consentraited back on the sceen with the waitor and the girl.

Cory stood up and slowly made his way over to the waitor and put a firm grasp on his shoulder. "Now, I know your mother didn't raise you like that," he said in his usual creepy tone of voice. "Is that really how you speak to a lady?"

The waitor glared at him for a moment and had a discusted look on his face. Cory's smile got even bigger. There was a long puase in anticipation. Every one was silent wondering what Cory was going to do next. 'Kill him,' that voice in his head thought. 'Kill him now.'

Cory didn't listen. He wouldn't kill him unless this girl was a duck. But what he did do is grab the waitors other shoulder and then flipped him onto an empty table. He let out a laugh and then tilted his head to one side slightly. "Respect a lady. If you don't see her as a Lady then treat her as a valued costomer." He blinked a few times and then sat at the other side of the table and looked at the girl with a more serious smile on his face. "I'm Cory," he said nodding his head slightly. He assumed that he was going to get thrown out at any second but he might as well meet the girl before they kicked him out.

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[Celeste Dupont]

The girl was about to excuse herself from the table and leave when there was suddenly a loud noise that made her jump. ’What was that?!’ She looked around but did not find the source, instead turning back to the waiter with her head hanging before she sighed again. For someone French, it felt horrible to be looked down upon by your own people, even if they did not know you were one of them. More than ten years in America and they expect me to come back and blend right in?’ She most likely would have been angry if she wasn’t so mortified, sitting there staring at the table.

When she looked up she was surprised to see someone standing by the waiter, a person she didn’t know. ’Great,‘ she thought, ’Just more people come to blab in a language I can‘t understand?’ However, Celeste was surprised when the person had spoken English, about her, in a not-so-negative way, for once. The girl widened her eyes slightly, before realizing she was blushing a little. ’I can handle this! I don’t need some random person so stick up for me!’ She was secretly grateful, even if the person kind of creep her out with his weird grin and the way he spoke. There was suddenly a moment of tension and anticipation, and Celeste looked slowly back and forth between the waiter and the stranger. The café was deadly quiet. Everyone was staring. The waiter looked like he was about to punch the stranger in the face..

And now the waiter was flipped onto a nearby table.

Celeste cried out in surprise and covered her face from her hands. ’What just happened!? Is he dead? Is he hurt? Is he okay?’ Even if the waiter was a total jerk, the girl could never wish anything bad to happen to someone. The girl quietly looked out at the person now sitting across from her. ”What?..” No one had bothered to even talk to her before, so why was this stranger helping her? After some of the shock wore off, Celeste’s brain tried to piece together something to say. She stared at the person, who was apparently named Cory, and offered a nervous smile. ”Ah.. Celeste. Thanks.. I think.” She kept looking unsurely around the café. The waiter had been helped up and left, people were still staring, but it looked like no one was going to really dare to throw Cory out.

’Note to self, don‘t get random strangers mad.’ She looked back at him unsurely, suddenly noticing him more. ”Oh! You have interesting hair..” Random statement. Celeste glanced at the table then back at him. She was surprised the person had sat down instead of walking out. ”Uhm, so.. Are you from around here?” The girl doubted anyone had the same history as her, but for a non-French person to be in France usually meant an odd history.

ic mood: Nervous D8 The guy seems scary >.<
oc mood: Epic table flip x3
notes: x x x