Mr. Quick
Nov 24th, 2003, 10:35:14 PM
Whoosh...
A plate appears before a customer, laden with delicious foods.
Zoom...
A tray of drinks slides to a halt in the center of a large group of teenagers.
Ziiing...
Mr. Quick settles at his lone booth, having finished his favor to the bartender. One of the serving droids had an unfortunate mishap, and so the Bar and Grill is shorthanded today. Mr. Quick, being the helpful gentleman that he was raised to be, has been assisting as best he can. For now, it's his turn to have dinner. He bows his head and mutters a small prayer, then takes his fork and knife and begins to carve the meat settled before him. It looks delicious; he'll have to make sure to eat it slowly to savor it.
A plate appears before a customer, laden with delicious foods.
Zoom...
A tray of drinks slides to a halt in the center of a large group of teenagers.
Ziiing...
Mr. Quick settles at his lone booth, having finished his favor to the bartender. One of the serving droids had an unfortunate mishap, and so the Bar and Grill is shorthanded today. Mr. Quick, being the helpful gentleman that he was raised to be, has been assisting as best he can. For now, it's his turn to have dinner. He bows his head and mutters a small prayer, then takes his fork and knife and begins to carve the meat settled before him. It looks delicious; he'll have to make sure to eat it slowly to savor it.