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Post by Houdini on Feb 7, 2008 15:16:50 GMT -5
Walking into Renolli's with Race at her heels and money in her pockets, Houdini felt a sense of security and a distinguishing essence of likeness with the other, well off people in the restaurant.
She walked over to one of the only vacant tables in the place, and spinning the chair around so that she leaned her front against the back of it, sat down. She glanced down over at the chalkboard menu with todays food and prices. She decided she would treat herself today and then savor her remaining money.
"So what're you gettin'?" Houdini asked Race as she leaned against the back of the chair. She figured she would just order everything on the days menu, and then eat the left overs that night.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 7, 2008 17:15:49 GMT -5
Racetrack followed Houdini around the unfamiliar Queens streets to Renolli's. Houdini took her seat, and Race followed suit. Many people who had been at the track were here, especially at the bar. He could hear two men arguing over whether or not one of them had bet place or show. Not that it mattered, Race thought. Either way none of them was getting all their money back. It seemed like only the cheating scumbags bet win anymore...
"So what're you gettin'?" Houdini asked him. Race glanced up at the chalkboard, then at Houdini with a grin. "You kiddin'? You know how long it's been since I've had a decent meal?" He laughed at his own joke and looked at the chalkboard again, the look in his eye something similar to what he looked like watching the horses. Nearly a fortune in his pocket, and a dollar would get him at least several of the fifteen-cent items from the menu. Needless to say, the scenario had put him in a good mood.
He looked back to Houdini. "You come here more than me. Whaddya get at a joint like this?" Racetrack rarely ventured outside Manhattan, and he wouldn't know a good restaruant from a crummy one besides.
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Post by Houdini on Feb 7, 2008 23:41:23 GMT -5
"You kiddin'? You know how long it's been since I've had a decent meal?"
Houdini laughed along with Race, "Yeah, its been about the same for me - but it's probably because when I find that money, I end up blowin' most of it on bets instead of food." she stated miserably.
"You come here more than me. Whaddya get at a joint like this?"
Houdini shrugged and said, "Well, normally my luck ain't as good as it just was, and I end up gettin' a sandwich...But today, I think I'm gonna order up the whole damn menu and have some supper for tonight. It aughta put a smile on the owner's face." Houdini laughed.
As the waitress came by looking thoroughly disgusted at having to take down Houdini's order (as she was the perfect picture of a girl that had just fallen into a sewer) She snapped, "What'll it be?"
Houdini snapped her fingers in the rude waitresses face and said, "I'll take one of everything."
The waitress got a look of shock on her face, but wrote it down.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 10, 2008 19:27:49 GMT -5
Racetrack couldn't help but chuckle at the look on the waitress's face. She shot him a dirty look and asked him what he would be having. Racetrack recited off a few dishes, and the waitress scribbled them down with a scowl. She looked from Houdini to Race and said, "It's gonna take a while..." and left without another word. Race shot her a look behind her back.
"Nice girl," Race said to Houdini once the waitress was out of earshot. "I bet she's makin' some nice young man very unhappy..." He snorted and added, "I might spill my drink when I'm leavin', now, just for her. There's a tip for ya..."
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Post by Houdini on Feb 11, 2008 3:11:11 GMT -5
"It's gonna take a while..."
Houdini jumped up, "Well then maybe we should go ahead and order desert while your hea'!" she said enthusiastically. The waitress dashed off and Houdini sat back down laughing.
"Nice girl," "I bet she's makin' some nice young man very unhappy..." "I might spill my drink when I'm leavin', now, just for her. There's a tip for ya..."
Houdini laughed out loud and replied, "Or maybe we could have an all out food fight...But I hate to see all that good food go to waste, ya know?" she laughed picking up a fork and twirling it around on the table.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 12, 2008 11:02:14 GMT -5
"Well then maybe we should go ahead and order desert while your hea'!"
Racetrack laughed along with Houdini. "Nice one...but take it easy now. Remember, she's carryin' our food..." He was kidding, of course, but things like that had happened before. Race had heard one night at the lodging house about a boy whose dad had gotten a bartender all riled up, and the bartender had snuck some kind of foul substance in the guy's next beer.
"Or maybe we could have an all out food fight...But I hate to see all that good food go to waste, ya know?"
Race nodded. "You don't start food fights with good food. You only do it when the garabge they put on your plate's only good for throwin'." He was guilty of starting something like that at Tibby's a while back with Mush and Cruchty...fortunately they weren't caught, and they waited a while before going in there again. "Still, I might give that snoddy waitress a piece of my mind..."
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Post by Houdini on Feb 12, 2008 11:26:37 GMT -5
"Nice one...but take it easy now. Remember, she's carryin' our food..."
Houdini scrunched up her nose in amusement and flicked some crumbs at Race, which had been left by the previous customers at that table.
"You don't start food fights with good food. You only do it when the garabge they put on your plate's only good for throwin'." "Still, I might give that snoddy waitress a piece of my mind..."
Houdini nodded laughing. "What would the world be like without people like us in, huh?" she asked jokingly, as they had both been eager to start something with the waitress that involved some sort of mess. It was dangerous to put to jokers together in one place...
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 13, 2008 8:12:39 GMT -5
"What would the world be like without people like us in, huh?"
Race grinned. "It'd be no fun, that's what it'd be...don't they get it, it's streetrats like us that make all the high-brow snots look so high and mighty. Without us, they'se nothin'!" He brushed the crumbs off his vest and didn't retaliate. He was in too good of a mood to get even slightly mad at anything, but he had the feeling that wouldn't last long.
The waitress came back and slammed two glasses of water on the table, sending the drink sloshing over the edges of the cup. Race looked at her sharply, hands outstretched, implying, What was that, lady? But the waitress looked him up and down for a moment before turning her nose up at him and stalking away. Race looked at Houdini. "If she thinks she's gettin' out of here without a whole big mess to clean up, she's off her trolley. We ain't tippin' her nothin', either, and if you do I'll pretend I gotta tie my shoelaces and snatch it for myself."
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Post by Houdini on Feb 13, 2008 15:15:55 GMT -5
"It'd be no fun, that's what it'd be...don't they get it, it's streetrats like us that make all the high-brow snots look so high and mighty. Without us, they'se nothin'!"
Houdini banged her fist on the table causing people to turn and stare, "AMEN!" she yelled over the din, causing a hushed silence to follow.
"If she thinks she's gettin' out of here without a whole big mess to clean up, she's off her trolley. We ain't tippin' her nothin', either, and if you do I'll pretend I gotta tie my shoelaces and snatch it for myself."
"You ain't gotta tell me twice!" Houdini laughed. She presently took her fork and used it to knock the glass of water over. It spilled onto the floor next to them. She then, accidentally dropped the pepper shaker into the spilled water on the floor. Luckily it didn't break, but the contents went all over and turned into a blackish goo oozing into the cracks in the floor.
"Oops.." she said as innocently as an angel, and winked at Race.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 13, 2008 15:28:33 GMT -5
"AMEN!"
Every person in the place turned to stare. Racetrack looked at Houdini, grinning, and a strangled laugh escaped. He clapped a hand to his face, further trying to stifle his laughter as his shoulders shook. He thought on his feet, recovered quickly, and decinging to make something out of Houdini's rather loud outburst, stood up, his arms outstretched, adressing the staring people. "There will be refreshments after the prayer meeting. Go in peace." He crossed himself somberly before sitting down again. Between him and Houdini, they were putting on quite a show.
He looked back at Houdini as the other diners started to turn away. "Leave it to me to cover for ya, eh, Houdini?" He said with a grin. He then watched with amusement as Houdini accidentally-on-purpose made a mess of her water and the pepper shaker. "Oops.."
Race shook his head. "Tut tut, Houdini. You really should be more careful..." He would sound serious to the passers-by, but the light pomposity in his voice gave away that he wasn't scolding Houdini at all. Rather the contrary, he glorified her feat with his sarcasm. "So terribly clumsy..."
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Post by Houdini on Feb 13, 2008 15:39:29 GMT -5
"There will be refreshments after the prayer meeting. Go in peace."
Houdini fought back her laughter and yelled "Hallelujah! Praise God!" and then proceeded to double over in a fit of very well contained laughter. They seemed to work so well together, as they both were quick thinkers.
"Leave it to me to cover for ya, eh, Houdini?"
"Heh - You save my ass, I'll save yours.." she said, calming slightly from her laughter. She was still grinning broadly though.
"Tut tut, Houdini. You really should be more careful..." "So terribly clumsy..."
Houdini made a hand gesture at a passing woman who looked at her, appalled. She was no spectacle. She laughed at Race Tracks sad attempt at being inconspicuous. "Oh dear me, how clumsy..." she said putting on a fake British accent. She snapped her fingers in the air and yelled, "Oy! Waitress! Clean this up will ya?" and before the befuddled waitress could even make it over to their table she added, "Lousy service, eh Race?" in the loudest tone she could muster. She knew they were causing a scene, but that was the beauty of it!
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 13, 2008 21:22:40 GMT -5
"Heh - You save my ass, I'll save yours.."
He shook his head, still chuckling. "My ass didn't need savin' any more than yours did. That's what we're good at, ya know...makin' the whole ordeal better by makin' it worse." He finally stopped laughing and took a deep breath. "Now that's the most I've laughed all week, prolly. I'm thinkin' I'm t'ree pounds lighter..." He thought for a moment and raised his eyebrows. "Boy oh boy, but what we're eatin' oughta fix that right up..."
"Lousy service, eh Race?"
"The lousiest!" Race exclaimed, matching Houdini's volume, turning heads again. He glanced over at the table next to theirs to see what the men there were eating. All four had a big place of lasagna. Perfect. Without missing a beat, Race continued, "And I wouldn't eat that lasagna if I was you! Boy, that's one mistake I ain't makin' again. Roaches in my lasagna, can ya believe it?" Oh boy, Race thought after a moment. That was going over the top. He didn't regret it, but it was only a matter of time now before they (well, he) got themselves thrown out.
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Post by Houdini on Feb 14, 2008 0:43:53 GMT -5
"My ass didn't need savin' any more than yours did. That's what we're good at, ya know...makin' the whole ordeal better by makin' it worse."
That was a very true statement. Houdini nodded, grinning.
"Now that's the most I've laughed all week, prolly. I'm thinkin' I'm t'ree pounds lighter..." "Boy oh boy, but what we're eatin' oughta fix that right up..."
Houdini lowered her voice, "Ok, so we'll eat the food and then make a mess of whatever left, Kay?" she asked smiling devilishly.
"The lousiest!" "And I wouldn't eat that lasagna if I was you! Boy, that's one mistake I ain't makin' again. Roaches in my lasagna, can ya believe it?"
Houdini choked on nothing at all from her laughter - but to the men with the lasagna, it was as if she was emphasizing how disgusting it was. Her laughter had played right into it. "Really, Race. You should remember your manners. We wouldn't want to scare anyone, not with the poisoning last week.." Houdini said in the loudest stage whisper she could muster.
The waitress made her way over with a scowl and a wet rag. Houdini smiled sweetly and pointed to the floor. The waitress grumbled and bent down to clean it up. After she was done, she scowled at Houdini and Houdini gave her a look that would scare a bear away. The waitress stiffened, and then flounced away. More than likely to tell the manager.
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Post by Anthony Higgins on Feb 14, 2008 21:17:01 GMT -5
"Ok, so we'll eat the food and then make a mess of whatever left, Kay?"
Race shook his head. "Only the stuff that makes us gag. I ain't wastin' good food to tick off a witch, ya know? Waste not, want not, my friend..." He grinned. "Cause I guarentee. You ain't gonna jump for joy at everythin' on this menu..." The seedy look of the place and the fact that it was full of nothing but track-goers made two things almost certainly true to Racetrack. One, that a good brawl would break out soon enough; and two, that the food wouldn't always be at its best. "See, some people go to a place like this to enjoy themself. I go to make it the most miserable place on earth for as many people as possible..."
"Really, Race. You should remember your manners. We wouldn't want to scare anyone, not with the poisoning last week.."
"How could I forget? The poor fella...I hear he's in Jersey City at a special hospital for the, ah, whaddyacallit...mort'ly ill. All cause he didn't take a look at what he was eatin'..." He shook his head, as if in pity, but really he stole a glance at the men with lasagna, who were looking from their plates to each other worriedly. He caught sight of one pushing his plate away. Bully! Race thought excitedly.
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Post by Houdini on Feb 15, 2008 3:34:09 GMT -5
Houdini burst into small, contorted fits of laughter that she tried her hardest not to let escape from her lips. She noticed the men pushing away there lasagna plates and she grinned at Race. Uh-Oh. The manager came walking out with the highly annoyed yet still pompous looking waitress. He began to come towards their table, but one of the men with the lasagna stopped him and started talking animatedly. The waitress continued over to there table with all the food. Houdini thanked her politely with a sickeningly sweet smile and dug into all the good stuff. She picked out what she thought looked questionable and piled it in the center of the table with a devilish look of amusement. As soon as she was done eating, the manager began to make his way to there table. "Shit.." Houdini muttered. She leaped from her chair, grabbed Race's hand and pulled him out the door of the restaurant laughing hard with the manager running after them... ((Sorry I made them eat and run so fast - If you dont like it I can change it..  )) |
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