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Post by Stefan Habicht on Sept 16, 2011 21:25:36 GMT -5
Stefan very nearly swore as he regained his balance, having barely avoided falling flat on his face. He really needed to ask the manager if there wasn't something that could be done about that one tile that stuck up out of the floor between the kitchen and the dining room. That thing was going to seriously hurt someone if they didn't fix it soon, and given the disproportionate number of near-misses Stefan had had involving that tile, it was probably going to be him.
After shifting his tray of drinks to a more secure position on his arm, the waiter continued walking towards the area of the dining room he was in charge of that night, trying to avoid any parts of the floor that might cause an upset on the tray. It'd be a pain if he had to spend the rest of his shift in a beer-soaked uniform.
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Sept 19, 2011 19:58:55 GMT -5
here's the setting... [atrb=border,0,true] Generally speaking, First Lieutenant Rebecca Catalina disliked East City. It was boring; there really wasn't much to do, and the men certainly weren't worth her time. In fact, she'd go so far as to say that she'd rather date Havoc than any man she'd met in East City (well, she had met Havoc in East City, but that was beside the point). The men in East City were definitely not the best - at least, none of them measured up to Rebecca's standards. Then again, Rebecca knew that her standards were high. She just didn't want to waste time with someone who wasn't going to be worth it.
One thing that Rebecca did like about East City, however, was a particular little restaurant, not too far from headquarters. They had all of her favourites, and, she had to admit, if she did end up getting transferred to Central, she'd miss it.
Most days, Becky went to the restaurant for lunch with some fellow soldiers; though Riza was beyond any shadow of a doubt her best friend, Becky did tend to make friends anywhere (and enemies, though it wasn't her fault that some people couldn't handle how amazing she was). Today, however, she was alone. She wasn't feeling particularly down or misanthropic; she just felt like she deserved some alone time. Not to mention, this way, she could look at some eye candy - hey, just because the men in East weren't up to her standards didn't mean that none of them were pleasant to look at!
So, with a grin, Becky sat at her usual table, by a window overlooking the street. She took off her jacket and waited for the waiter to show up. She was starving.
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[/td][/tr][/table] TAGGED stefan. WORDS idon'tcare. OUTFIT uniform. NOTES: should she mistake stefan for a girl? it'd be amusing XD Template by C'est Helle! Please don't remove credit! [/center]
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Post by Stefan Habicht on Oct 10, 2011 19:48:31 GMT -5
After delivering the tray of drinks and discovering that the customers at that particular table needed a few more minutes to decide on what food they wanted to order, Stefan scanned the room for any other tables that needed serving. A quick search revealed a table by the streetside window, and the waiter began making his way over to that side of the room. Threading a path through the clutter of tables and chairs was considerably easier without a tray full of over-full drinks threatening to cause a miniature waterfall of displaced alcohol over irate customers and beleaguered server alike, although Stefan still preferred staying on his feet to toppling over and causing a scene. That had happened on his first day working as a waiter, and a repeat of that unpleasant incident was something he would rather avoid.
After maneuvering his way around a particularly crowded few tables, he reached the table he had been aiming for. Stefan pulled a notepad and a pencil from his pocket and smiled. Hello, ma'am. Do you know what you'd like to drink, or would you like to hear what our specials today are first?
After a few seconds, he recognized the woman at the table; she was a regular at the restaurant, and usually came in with a few friends for lunch. He wasn't usually the one who waited on her, however, and so he hadn't recognised her right away.
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Post by Rebecca Catalina on Nov 5, 2011 11:57:54 GMT -5
here's the setting... [atrb=border,0,true] A server had finally noticed that she was there. From her spot, Becky couldn't quite figure out if the sever was male or female. The only thing that she could say with certainty was that the server was a teenager, and that they didn't seem to be having a great day. Neither would she, she supposed, were she working at a café. Becky smiled softly at the teenaged server. "I think I'll hear the specials," she decided. She knew what she was going to drink, of course, and she had a good idea of what to order, but perhaps one of the specials was absolutely delicious.
"As for a drink..." she began. "I think that I'll have a macchiato." She could use the caffeine; she was only halfway done the day, after all, and would have to return to all of the sub-standard glory of Eastern Headquarters once she was finished eating. She was definitely planning on getting a transfer to Central. It would be a nice change of pace, not to mention that her very best friend lived there. It could be an opportunity to harass her (and Mustang) about getting married. After all, Hughes wasn't around any more, and, while that was certainly tragic, Rebecca didn't see why no one else bothered to so much as ask the Brigadier-General or the Captain about marriage.
Back to the server. It would be rude, she supposed, to ask outright what gender they were. Their voice didn't betray anything, either. It was strange, this server seemed to be the very picture of androgyny - at least to Becky. Perhaps she could ask for their name - but no, they had left, presumably to put her order in. She'd ask when they got back, then. Hopefully their name wasn't something gender-neutral like Sam or something of that sort. Not that it really mattered, but there wasn't that much else to do in East City. Why not try to figure out the sex of her server?
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[/td][/tr][/table] TAGGED stefan. WORDS idon'tcare. OUTFIT uniform. NOTES: should she mistake stefan for a girl? it'd be amusing XD Template by C'est Helle! Please don't remove credit! [/center]
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