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Arthur can't hide the sheepish grin as the barbeque joint turns out to be a small.. probably mom and pop place (T & R Taste of Texas Barbeque). Hopefully the food great. Pulling together two tables Arthur takes a seat along one of the long edges.
He doesn't cast any spells yet, instead waiting for everyone to sit or a go ahead from the Heirarch.
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Striker followed close behind his cabal-mate and took a seat beside him.
"Good choice by the looks of it mate." he offered to Arthur. He wondered briefly if anyone thought it was suspicious that two members of the same cabal were both asking the Heirarch for a position. Screw 'em. I'm just tryin'a help out.
July followed the group to the Barbeque place unsure what to expect. Upon seeing it's "mom and pop" style he felt a little nostalgic for his childhood in Georgia. No one had better barbeque than the south. He knew he had to be careful not to judge their food too harshly, it's not their fault they're in California. He followed in and took a seat at the table, waiting for everyone else to get there.
As Aquinas enters he takes in a deep breath of the place. The heady scent of smoking meat, dry-rubs, and sauces makes the air feel languid and heavy. A couple of rustic looking tables has a couple, one enjoying corn on the cob and the other trying valiantly to eat from a rib without getting too much sauce on his fingers. It's a losing proposition.
The center of the room is an ode to barbeque. The wood smoker is licked by fires and heavier woods.
One waiter leads the group to a spot and mentally counts out the people returning with menus. “Thanks for the suggestion,” Aquinas tells Arthur as he settles in. The iron wedding band on his finger drinking in the light. “Now that we're here, let's relax – have you all introduced yourselves to each other already?”
Crowley appeared, last of all. Entering the restaurant, the Acanthus appears to be rubbing his hands excitedly, head tilted back as he inhaled the accumulating scents with a dreamy look upon his expressive face. He is grinning with wicked glee when he plops himself down at the table. The grin remains fixed as his eyes sweep over the three applicants.
"Yeah we have. One way or another. So. Whats the plan?" He could have been talking equally about Consilium affairs or about the meal. To blur the lines further, he reached for the menu and began perusing.
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Arthur looks between those at the table. Yep met everyone here. Except really the Heirarch...but boss has to be the boss.
Picking up a menu Arthur looks to Aquinas. "Boss, want it to be a bit quieter?" Arthur draws a circle with his left index finger on the table.
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"Yeah. We bumped into July at the last get together." Striker said looking between those gathered before following suit and consulting a menu. He left it flat on the table and found the section full of steaks.
It seemed Arthur was going to take care of the sound bubble. It was starting to seem like a tradition when mages met in restaurants.
"I believe they're both right, I showed up near the end if I remember correctly. Good to see you both again. And of course I've met with Crowley previously about all the preliminary information," July said without looking up from his menu. He was looking at the different pulled pork sandwiches, that'd be the real measure of this place's quality. He flipped to the part of the menu that gave a brief history of the owner and saw that they hailed from Tennessee originally, so he became hopeful for the food's taste. He didn't want to say more until the sound bubble had been approved. he knew that real conversation would start until then anyway.
“Good, good,” Aquinas says while perusing the menu, turning it over before quickly deciding. He's not one to linger and be paralyzed by choice, it seems. “After the waitress takes the order,” the Hierarch says to Arthur, “besides, we're not always able to speak to one another in sotto voce.”
An older woman with hair that hasn't changed since the late eighties manifests with a pad in hand. She has a bored look in her eye of someone who has seen it all, and then seen more beside. The Service Industry sees all and is a world unto itself. “What can I do you boys for?” Thankfully, the scent of smoked meats nearly drowns out the wafting scent of tobacco from the waitress. She has an accent but it doesn't quite sound southern.
“Oink, Cackle & Moo,” Aquinas asks, “and Sweet Tea.” Something might tell the group that the Hierarch ordered it because he's amused at the name. The small curl of his lips at the end there, says it all. Collard Greens and Corn Bread gets added on, as a matter of course.
Once the rest of the group orders, Aquinas leans forward and asks simply, “How do you wanna help the organization?”
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A nod of his head and Arthur ascents to Aquinas's point. He blinks at the...latin? Then googles it..discreetly.
"A half slab with cornbread and coleslaw please." Arthur contributes his order once the older women gets to him. Maybe not an owner?
"I want to help organize everyone. Discord slows down the Project." Arthur's reply is blunt though tinged with a fanatical glimmer in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak further but holds himself back. Instead looking to the others.
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