49 Aunt Minis Home Baked Goods 2 (2/2)
Sighing, I stare at him with a dead look, ”No, why don't you enlighten me,” I scoff at him. I raise the glass of the juice and drink some more of it, rolling my eyes at his antics. His turns up his nose at my remark.
”My Brother is apart of the Free Union of Players!” He laughs out as if this was supposed to impress me. If I was anyone else, or maybe if I hadn't run into Haru, I would be surprised and awed a little bit at this explanation. However, I wasn't someone else and I had met Haru if anything I wanted to stay further away from this man.
”Big Sis, why are the idiots still here?” Wit asks suddenly, I turn to look at her and she's licking her bloodstained lips. Her big round cheeks are looking a rosy red.
I couldn't help but snicker a little bit at her words, she wasn't wrong at all to ask why they were, I was starting to wonder myself.
”Is that all?” I ask as I finish my own drink, I place it back onto the table and look over at the two men that seemed surprised at my words. Glancing at the third man, he seems a little surprised by my words as well but equally bemused by the situation that the men find themselves in.
Brute one looks as if he is about to explode, but before he can do that an ominous pressure appears all of the sudden from behind the three men.
”Dear guest, I ask you to remember the rules of our establishment! No fighting allowed!” The waitress says in her happy voice, I can see her smiling face but this doesn't look like her friendly customer service smile rather a murderous smile.
Beads of sweat begin to pour down the two men's foreheads, while the third just steps to the side to let the waitress deliver her food. The two other men coming to their sense all step aside and allow the waitress to move towards us.
Steaming hot tray of food appears before us. I felt my mouth water at the sight of the warm food, it was like I was seeing water after having being left in the desert for years.
Two sets of silverware appeared along with the plate from the waitress hand. She gave a big smile that was full of warmth, as she cleared away the empty glasses.
”Sweetheart, can I get your more cups of blood?” The waitress asks smiling at Wit.
”I want more demon blood,” she stated simply.
”Very well, I'll be right back with that sweetheart,” She replies sweetly. Standing she turns and gives the two men to her left another smile, ”Please don't make trouble in the store or we'll remove you with extreme prejudice,” she replies again but there something sickly sweet about it.
They both look sick to their stomach but seeing that she got her point across the waitress darts away.
”We'll remember this bitch!” Brute one snaps at me as they head back to their table. I roll my eyes and watch them leave, something about that other man the one that didn't talk struck me as a bit out.
No worries, I'm sure that I don't have to really worry about them too much.