Lust was, if nothing else, up to the challenge. The battlefield may have been an odd one, and her opponent...unusual, but those were trivial details. It was a matching of minds and patience.
"You've no idea who you've engaged in your little games. And you're already thrown off and sulky because you've failed to ruffle or frustrate me so far. I think that puts me in the lead?"
For the moment, anyhow. While she'd spoken true, she was in the same position. She knew next to nothing about this man - besides that he was shameless.
"You haven't thrown me off!" JW leaned across the table, planting his elbows on one of the other coloring sheets so that he was up in Lust's personal bubble again. "And I'm not sulking! I haven't even started to try."
He moved the lemon around in his mouth until it was in front of his teeth like a football player's mouth guard. He held her eyes with his and bit down on it without flinching.
"Ready!" Jesse had reappeared with the tiny staff of Sphealy's behind him. They were all wearing party hats--one of which was promptly snapped onto JW's pointy head. Jesse brought a kazzoo to his lips as one of the other staff members, an older lady, slid their trays onto the table. They hadn't had any candles so there were just french fries that were currently on fire jammed into the tops of their burgers.
JW's eyes slid to Jesse and his crew as lemon juice dribbled down his chin and balled his hands into fists.
Lust wasn't watching the staff with their attempt at a proper celebratory offering. She was watching JW, her smile pleasant but not touching her eyes. This was better than she'd anticipated - she needed to tip young Jesse well, he'd performed beyond expectation.
In her mind, she'd won. He couldn't possibly come back with something to top this. What was left? She certainly couldn't think of anything, and assumed therefor that he couldn't either.
"How delightful." Her gaze still locked on JW, her hands folded demurely on the table before her. "Do enjoy it, dear."
After the initial kazoo toot, the song began. It was a simple cheery tune themed around Spheals and birthdays and the entire staff was entirely too into it with Lust and JW being the only two people in the restaurant. As the song reached its climax, JW drew in a deep breath and spat out the lemon.
He brought both hands down on the table, upsetting one of the burgers with its flaming french fry candle and causing the flame to spread down the wrapper and onto the coloring sheets.
"I. WANT. A DIVORCE!" He bellowed it so loudly that one of the taped-up charity pages on the wall behind the counter fell down. JW glowered at Lust through the flames, this time baring his real teeth instead of the lemon rind.
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Lust was, if nothing else, up to the challenge. The battlefield may have been an odd one, and her opponent...unusual, but those were trivial details. It was a matching of minds and patience.
"You've no idea who you've engaged in your little games. And you're already thrown off and sulky because you've failed to ruffle or frustrate me so far. I think that puts me in the lead?"
For the moment, anyhow. While she'd spoken true, she was in the same position. She knew next to nothing about this man - besides that he was shameless.
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He moved the lemon around in his mouth until it was in front of his teeth like a football player's mouth guard. He held her eyes with his and bit down on it without flinching.
"Ready!" Jesse had reappeared with the tiny staff of Sphealy's behind him. They were all wearing party hats--one of which was promptly snapped onto JW's pointy head. Jesse brought a kazzoo to his lips as one of the other staff members, an older lady, slid their trays onto the table. They hadn't had any candles so there were just french fries that were currently on fire jammed into the tops of their burgers.
JW's eyes slid to Jesse and his crew as lemon juice dribbled down his chin and balled his hands into fists.
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In her mind, she'd won. He couldn't possibly come back with something to top this. What was left? She certainly couldn't think of anything, and assumed therefor that he couldn't either.
"How delightful." Her gaze still locked on JW, her hands folded demurely on the table before her. "Do enjoy it, dear."
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He brought both hands down on the table, upsetting one of the burgers with its flaming french fry candle and causing the flame to spread down the wrapper and onto the coloring sheets.
"I. WANT. A DIVORCE!" He bellowed it so loudly that one of the taped-up charity pages on the wall behind the counter fell down. JW glowered at Lust through the flames, this time baring his real teeth instead of the lemon rind.
Jesse nearly sucked his kazoo down his throat.