tampered | Log; Complete

Current Location: Fountain

Log; Complete

When; Feb 3, Nighttime
Rating; PG For Anti-cityangst and a Sushifight
Characters; Zaheela [

so_very_greedy]
Summary; Zaheela agreed to a date with greed, if only because he had said the magic words.
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She was early, Zaheela knew this, but she wasn't one to be late if she could avoid it. She supposed the last time she had been late was when she was caught in fighting off the majority of Ghelsba Outpost, barehanded, only because some new recruits had thought it funny to moon the warchief of the area. She had only been scouting when they came scrambling down, screaming for help. Too bad for the orcs she was already in a bad mood.

However, there were no orcs to utterly humiliate here, so all her anger and frustration had stewed and simmered under the surface. Eventually she would of had to visit the forest where she heard monsters roamed, but for now, she decided to take a more sinful route. She agreed to go on a date with Greed, for some strange reason, and he had offered fish. If anything, she could not resist the lure that was sushi. No Mithra in their right mind could. The rawer, fresher, and least dead, the better, but it was proper manners to kill off your food before eating it anyways, so sushi would do.

Zaheela groaned as she leaned against the fountain, her thin shirt little protection from the winds. Inwardly she cursed her lack of heavier clothing, but it was too late to regret that now. She had a few lakes to demolish.

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"I guess. I can't understand what he's sayin'," Greed shrugged, "I'll bet it's bad, though."

He peeked outside the curtain and spotted their boats arriving. With a small giggle, he pulled his head back inside and fidgeted in his seat.

"It's here! It's here! It's here!" he laughed to himself, practically salivating as the boats were placed down on the table, eclipsing most of it."

"Quite. I believe he just threatened to ban us from here if we come again with such an order." She murmured before eying the fish. Her hand darted to grab the nearest Uni Nigrir (sea urchin) and she swallowed it down without even dipping it in soy sauce. Her tail curled in pure delight as the meat practically melted in her mouth, her purrs very audible, and she reached over for another piece.

"You'd think he'd be glad for all the money I'm forkin' over to him."

Greed snatched dup several pieces of salmon and eel, popping 6 into his mouth. He chewed them happily and took a swig from his sake, then "dropped" his chopsticks.

"Oops! Stupid me! I'll just get those back."

He went under the table to pick up the sticks, taking a slight detour to check out her legs for a moment, then sat up again.

She was too happy at the moment to warn him off, her tail curling around her thigh like a snake around it's meal. She happily, though still daintily (damn all the lessons on proper table manners) inhaled the sushi. The Boat was quickly emptying and her hand blurred as her chopsticks stole the last piece of fatty tuna from right under Greed's own.

Her eyes glimmered impishly as she bit into it, as if declaring her resolve to snatch food right from under him.

He cocked an eyebrow when he saw the look in her eyes, then grabbed the entire other boat and lifted it over his head, smallowing each of the rolls one after the other until it was empty.

"Ha ha! Beat that!" he said, pulling over the last boat.

Her smile grew wicked as her hand darting to snatch the choice pieces as he pulled the boat away, piling them on a spare plate that once held several rolls and then her chopsticks once again darted to grab several rolls falling in mid air.

She let out a rumbling purr. Too bad Mithra were known for their dexterity.

And too bad Greed was known for being a pig. He reached into the air with his bare hands, taxing the muscles in his arms to catch as much as he could.

"Who will get more, I wonder?"

"Wanna find out?" was Zaheela's response as she munched on her hard earned prize as the rest of the staff watched in a mix of horror and curiosity. Even the Manager was gaping, though that could of been a bad thing.

He immediately grabbed another sake bottle and shotgunned all of the contents, guzzling the hot liquid down.

"You're on babe. But let's wait till ALL the food gets here."

They didn't have to wait long, as the staff, oddly intrigued by the sight, had brought out the rest of the order. Chopsticks darted outwards once the last plate hit the table as Zaheela took it upon herself to at least acquire half of what the staff had left. She couldn't eat as fast, but she could pile it all on one plate, and the now empty dragon boats served as excellent replacements.

Greed was doing his best to match her pace, but wasn't quite as precise. He would sometimes miss, which would cause his opponent to capitolize on his mistakes. It soon became apparent he would need another approach.

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed, clashing his chopsticks against hers on the plate, "Time to step it up!"

Zaheela raised an eyebrow as his chopsticks attempted to pincer her own, but she decided that it was time for her to stop play around. Her chopsticks darted backwards, and looped around to grab at the piece again, the naturally high Mithrain agility making the game much harder. It was hard to tell who was winning however, the food piling onto the plates at an alarming rate.

"Indeed! Eat my wooden dust!" She announced, almost wanting to giggle, but she was in the middle of a food war, giggling would have to wait.

"I'm gonna eat the dust, the chopsticks, the sushi, and maybe even the fuckin' plates!"

He continued with the barrage of counters and parries, trying his damnedest to get the upper hand. On the other hand, he really wanted that sake in the corner...

She smirked and continued to fight on, neatly plucking fish and such from the plates and onto her plate when she realized there was only one piece left to nab, a simple California roll. Her Chopsticks darted out for the kill.

"Last piece!" She announced.

"Oh my god, it's an earthquake!" he exclaimed, knocking the bottom of the table with his knee hard enough to rattle the sake and plates, sending the piece into the air over the table.

"Ah ha!" he said, stabbing upwards for the piece, "Lucky chance!"

Well, if she wasn't one for precision, balance, and accuracy, then she wasn't a Mithra.

"Lucky my tail!" She growled as her chopsticks snapped for the roll, her whole body launching forward to nab the piece.

In what must have looked like a great white launching out of the water for a seabird, Greed kicked off slightly with his toes.

"Miiiiiiiine!"

Hers chopsticks closed around the sushi, unfortunately Greed's mouth closed around the chopsticks, effectively severing them. He fell back to his seat, his tongue rolling out to deposit the roll on his plate.

"Oh yeah! I'm the man!"

That must of been ONE strange shark. Zaheela frowned as she watched him spit out the roll when she remembered something. She was still hovering over the table. Flailing, she dipped backwards and forwards in an overcliched comedic act before her tail shot outwards and helped the girl balance herself out. Sitting down, she frowned at the snapped chopsticks.

Then she realized that there was no way to tell who had won, due to the fact that his 'earthquake' had sent all the sushi to the floor. She took a chance and glanced at the manager.

That had to be a new shade of red.

"I got it!" Greed said, giving the manager a thumbs up and going to the floor. He began to eat up the sushi that had fallen on the floor, snorfing it up like a boar.

He peeked his head up for a moment and looked around.

"Anyone else want this?"

Even Zaheela was a bit queezy with how Greed was eating the fallen food, taking the bowl of Udon that had mysteriously been forgotten in their food fight and eating it slowly. Her eyes darted back and forth from the manager to the bowl.

First there was a bit of Green, then white, then Blotchy red, then Purple on the manager's face. So intent on watching the manager, she forgot this was Greed she was dealing with. Her tail twitched nervously as she continued to eat peacefully (for now).

Finishing up whatever fish he could find, he stood again and downed to bottle of sake. He walked up to the manage and held his hand in a friendly manner.

"How much do I owe ya', pal?" he grinned. The manager talked/yelled with him for several moments, until Greed managed to placate him with a large roll full of currency.

"So," he said to Zaheela, "About done?"

She put down her bowl and nodded mutely, standing up and handing the poor harassed staff a rather generous tip before heading out he door, now full.

She only managed to get 3 steps out the door before the giggles set in. Unfortunately the giggles had evolved into full blown laughs and she kneeled over, laughing her delight. She was now grateful that she had accepted Greed's invitation. She really needed this. Her laughter echoed through the alleyways, seemingly making the air around them lighter. If you believed in such things anyways.

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