Mystique Dining

[Jack Violet]

Jack took the hit without flinching. He’d pushed too far, too fast. Lesson received. He exhaled, letting his shoulders drop, and gave Kray a small nod—nothing smug, nothing sly, just a clear concession. “Alright. Message heard, big guy. No deal today.” His tone stayed easy, but the bravado softened. “You keep your meals. I’ll make do with what’s already on the table.” Better to step back than step wrong, he thought. Especially when the room is full of people who can smell pride the way sharks smell blood. When the next course arrived, he gladly occupied himself with it: a forkful, a bite, a genuine appreciative hum. Nothing reset a mood like hot food and shutting up long enough to taste it. After a few seconds, he glanced between the two of them and—making sure the tension dissolved rather than cracked—slid smoothly back into the lighter thread of the conversation. “So… Johnny Depp and the chef,” he said, blinking exaggeratedly at Circe. “I’m almost afraid to ask, but I’m guessing it wasn’t a generous tip?” He shook his head with a grin and added, “And for the record, Kray, I think Circe meant the fun kind of looking. You know—spotlights, cameras, glow, glitter, the whole ‘admire me, mortals’ thing.” He wiggled his fingers in a theatrical jazz-hands gesture. “Not the creepy alleyway kind.” He took another bite, savoring it before pointing his fork loosely at the two of them. “And hey, I’ll back her up on one thing—if either of you ever tried landing a car ramp jump, I absolutely need to be there. Preferably not in the car, but front-row seats? Yes, please.” He chuckled, leaning in. “So what is the tourist story for this haunted house? Because after hearing you laugh like that earlier, I’m willing to bet the real one is the sort of thing that makes the tourist version sound like a bedtime story.”

[Circe]

"Somteimes yes, sometimes no," she answers Kray, "I'm complicated like that. Or mercurial, kind of the same thing," chirpy Summer is chirpy. Though she gives him a raised eyebrow and ear, "I said niether of you would be uncivil my dude." "Oh ho ho ho, story time," Circe gleefully claps her hands. "So, Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Antonio Banderas and Johnny Depp met in a restaurant to talk philosophy of balance of good and evil." Circe is talking with her hands moving for emphasis, "Chef's work was too good. So good, that to balance things, the chef had to die. Johnny handled it, his car was out back." "Eeeeh," she shrugs, "Circular logic I will have to be contrary though mostly Mary here Svelte," she corrects him. "Creepers in alleys get to discover why me shouting yay kneecaps is bad day for them, but fun day for me, oh ho ho ho!" She had to switch routes eventually if she wanted to keep having mugging attempts to vent upon. They gave up too easily.
"Oh, the tourist story is, ahem," she deepens her voice as she speaks next, trying sound creepy, "Murder most foul. Ha ha ha. Slain in their bed, filled with dread, off went the head. Will you trade them yours instead, find out ahead." Then goes back to her normal Italian accented voice. "Catchy, draws attention, brings in the tourists. Don't remember the others," she looks to Kray, "Big guy probably knows how legit it is or ain't about the decapations."

[Kray]

As a professional criminal he got more or less enough where the summer queen was coming from there were times to be seen and times to not be, that much at least he can relate to, not the good looks part but it was something. "Ah. You called us both hot heads, but he's the one saying things that need not be said in civil company." That it seems the ogre had not taken well. A trend that Jack seems intent on continuing as he uses their changeling names in mortal company. "Bah. It seems you might need to educate him on the some of the basics." He was decently sure he had told Jack his mortal moniker to avoid exactly this.
With all of this spilling out of Jack's mouth it his opinion of the new shifts downward, he needs to be careful where he invites this loose lipped changeling to. Any claims of social skill and blending in has certainly been cast into serious doubt. "Uh. I think She can speak for herself." Is the brusque retort to Jack's attempt to answer a question not directed at him, before shoving half a leg of pheasant between his teeth. It was a very good meal, and when one of the staff does walk past. "Hm. Compliments to the kitchen team, it's very good this." He would tip generously for good food, and to maybe earn a little bit of goodwill , enough to override the oddities of the evening. Before a very quizzical frown turned on the summer fairest. "Uh. Why would you kill a good chef? That's just wasteful." Quite missing that this is probably a movie reference as murder most foul was usually frowned upon.

[Circe]

She nods in agreement, "Edu-mah-cation may be quite needed for Jack," she agrees with Kray. Dude needed to remember what club speak is. Maybe a cattle prod should be acquired? "Damn straight," she agrees again with Kray, "Chef's kiss for quality, let me know if they want an actual kiss," she winks at the wait staff. Probably just tipping would be fine. But, this was more of a pun. "Well, Once Upon a Time in Mexico," she sings out the title, "Is mostly action, but does have satirical comedy elements included as well for the audience. Kind of like how the blind guy made out in, wait," she pauses, "Have you seen the movie dude?" Then looks to Jack, "Or you? Because Banderas is awesome in it. And I don't want to do spoilers." Then scrunches up her face in thought. "Okay," points at Kray, "You no," then at Jack, "You? I will save threats of spoilers for the edu-mah-cation training, oh ho ho ho!" Sometimes it was fun to be evil. Petty evil, but still doof-ily evil.

[Kray]

(OOC: Thats 30 days so time to close, this out as the rest of the meal and the after dinner magic show go on to wrap the night up.)

[Saber Sloth]

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