Circe's Eatery

[Harri-chan]

"Will you quit calling me that? I'm no kid. I have ID right here proving I'm over eighteen", he said, digging his hand into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a wallet, and then flipped it open.

[Circe]

For now. I'm more thirsty than hungry. *smiles thankfully*

All right then. Be back in a sec. *Jane leaves to get this order delivered.*

Elliot tilts his head as he scans through the photos, and then shows them to Circe with a smirk, "See? None of your waitresses... so I guess you owe me an apology", he said smugly.

*Circe sighs.* Honestly, how stupid do you think I am? I saw the photo. We both just heard Risk replace it. *Circe gives Elliot a glare.* If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to make fun of me...

[Harri-chan]

Elliot glared up at Circe, holding the wallet with his ID card in out toward Risk, "What happened to the customer always being right?", he muttered to the Witch. "I'm the customer here!".

[Circe]

Elliot glared up at Circe, holding the wallet with his ID card in out toward Risk, "What happened to the customer always being right?", he muttered to the Witch. "I'm the customer here!".

"The customer is always right" is a ridiculous saying, and one that certainly doesn't give you the right to just behave however you want. Now, what's it going to be? Are you going to stop being an idiot on your own, or will I have to do something to make you regret all this?

[Harri-chan]

"You can't call a customer an idiot!", he yelled as he rose to his feet and looked around. "Don't you know who I am? I'm on the council! I'm going to make sure every person in Muffinville hears about the way you treat customers here!".

[Circe]

*Several of the waitresses stop to stare at Elliot following his outburst. CIrce just raises one eyebrow.* ...Wow. First you mock me, now you threaten me? You really have no idea who you're dealing with here, do you?

[Harri-chan]

"Who I'm dealing with? The manageress of a soon to be closed restaurant. Seriously, what are you gonna do? Stop me from coming in here again? After this service I won't be back, so that's useless", he said, stuffing the wallet back into his pocket.

[Circe]

*Circe shakes her head.* If that's how you want it... Hey, before you leave and make your report or whatever, do you think you could come in back with me? I have something I'd like to show you...

[AmbushCat]

All right then. Be back in a sec. *Jane leaves to get this order delivered.*

*Risk smiles and nods, then waits patiently.*

Elliot glared up at Circe, holding the wallet with his ID card in out toward Risk, "What happened to the customer always being right?", he muttered to the Witch. "I'm the customer here!".

*Risk doodles on Elliot's ID picture with a marker, adding a Groucho Marx mustache to it before he puts it away.*

[Harri-chan]

"Oh, so now you're trying to apologise, huh? Well... I guess I can do that", he said, stepping out from the booth to follow after Circe. "It's about time a council member started getting shown some respect around here", he added.

[AmbushCat]

*Risk can't resist a parting shot.*

Respect? In Muffinville?

[Circe]

*Risk smiles and nods, then waits patiently.*

*A short time later, the waitress returns with that limeade Risk asked for.* And here you go...

"Oh, so now you're trying to apologise, huh? Well... I guess I can do that", he said, stepping out from the booth to follow after Circe. "It's about time a council member started getting shown some respect around here", he added.

Yeah, sure... *Circe grabs Elliot by the arm and drags him away from the booth and through the kitchen, to a small office-type room labled "Circe."*

[Harri-chan]

Once in the office, Elliot tugged his arm free and smoothed out his t-shirt. "Circe... I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere before...".

[AmbushCat]

*A short time later, the waitress returns with that limeade Risk asked for.* And here you go...

Thank you, young lady. I'm feeling a bit generous today, so... *takes the drink and offers her a handful of coins* ...here's my tip ahead of time.

[Circe]

Once in the office, Elliot tugged his arm free and smoothed out his t-shirt. "Circe... I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere before...".

Well, duh. It's in the name of the restaurant. *Circe locks the door behind Elliot.*

Thank you, young lady. I'm feeling a bit generous today, so... *takes the drink and offers her a handful of coins* ...here's my tip ahead of time.

Cool, thanks. *Jane pockets the money.* That gonna be all?