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BLIND DATES GROUP 2

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]

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The awkward thing about restaurants was that it was hard to tell when people were approaching your table to sit at it and not because they needed to pass it to get to another one.

B! U! T!

Eventually some stopped! At her table! Someone was taking a seat! Izzy "looked" in their direction expectantly, her arm propped up on her knee and her head leaning against her fist. That voice was... sort of hard to place.

"Sup."

Oh she was looking like a foot to the left of him. UH... Was she looking at something behind him ok let's check-- No. Well unless that chair was particularly interesting.

"Not much. Not getting fired. What about you?"

This was off to a Great Start, clearly.

That chair was so interesting you just didn't even know, Ocelot. JUST LOOK AT IT. She continued to.

"Waiting to see if you're an interesting guy." She had more to work with now. His voice was kinda familiar in that way everybody's was, where she knew she had heard it at least once before while at the school. Wasn't one she heard often though. So where didn't she lurk that much... Izzy ventured a guess.

"Are you one of the library ladies?"

IT WAS JUST SO WHITE... AND WHITE-LOOKING. Ocelot looked over at it every so often just to make sure nothing was there.

"One of the librarians. Yeah." LIBRARY LADY?? MAN HE WASN'T NO LADY. "The name's Ocelot." Aww yes so cool.

She was blinded by the white, revved up like a deuece and another running in the the night. Don't stare at it too much, Ocelot. It could happen to you too.

You could be a madman drummer bummer. Or an indian in the summer with a teenage diplomat.

"Thought so!" She grinned a fanged grin. She was pleased to know her guess had been correct. "I'm Izzy. Have ya ever been to this kinda place before?"

The last thing he needed was to be blinded by the white. Nor revved up like a deuce or another runner in the night. But he could be some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east. Or some new-mown chaperone standing in the corner, watching the young girls dan-- NO NEVER.

Why did she have fangs oh no she was The Fear Jr. how did The Fear reproduce from beyond the grave. And so Ocelot stared at the menu. And stared.

WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH FUTURE FOOD? "Like this? Sort of."

"Sort of," she repeated.

Izzy leaned forward and looked at the menu. She had found it before Ocelot had shown up. Then she looked at the menu some more. Flip. Stare.

Staring at Ocelot.

"Can you read it to me." That was somewhat more of a demand than it was a question.

...Oh. Oh well this explained a lot.

But reading the whole thing god and damn don't Braille menus exist yet? Ocelot stared at the menu again and said, "There's a lot of fish."

"...Right."

And asian vegetables and maki rolls that could be made vegetarian if she wanted, according to the Venusaur and the Wunderkind sitting across the room. Another table seemed to be having trouble with the act of sitting in their chair. That was kind of an impressive failure.

"Well what are you getting?"

As Ocelot didn't have crazy bat hearing he was missing out A Lot. Man would he get a kick out of eavesdropping on 12 different conversations at once or what. ...Probably not if people were falling out of chairs.

And so like a true library lady Ocelot read off the menu items. It was a lot of seafood. "Sushi." RAW FISH? That wasn't too much of a stretch. It was like he was running around in the wilderness how nostalgic.

Izzy listened attentively since he was being such a good sport about it. There was indeed a lot of fish. And also a lot of things that Izzy just didn't even know what the fuck about. Tomatillo-ponzuwhatsits?

Now that she knew what she wanted, it was time to... well. Be her.

"... Which ones are yellow?"

Izzy are you for real? There's only one way to find out.

"... Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Yes, she was for real. "..."

HOW WAS HE EVEN SUPPOSED TO KNOW?

And so he asked a waiter. HOW... What is the difference between yellow and not yellow.

Izzy listened very intently as Ocelot asked the waiter like a good little kitty. The waiter also seemed to think this question was outrageous but he answered to the best of his abilities. What a kind staff.

"What does yellow taste like..."

WHAT. Why.

"... ... Like all the other colors?" COLORS DON'T HAVE FLAVORS. ...Or do they... What is even going on here

Leeeeer.

"What do all the other colors taste like?"

Leaning and leering.

"Have you tasted the rainbow enough lately?"

UHH...?? He wasn't getting the reference at all. "I don't know, like colors. I don't taste a lot of rainbows."

Well that was boring.

"That's boring." Izzy shifted around in her chair again, pulling her knees up and holding on to her feet.

"We'll have to fix that then. My treat, as long as you tell me which one is which."

"Your treat, huh?" ~Music to his ears.~ "All right, I'm game."

"Then we'll hit the nearest convenience store later."

SUDDENLY. A WAITER. Inquiring about drinks and orders! Weren't they supposed to ask about drinks earlier... Well maybe she should see if Ocelot was ready to order and--

"The fancy steak. On the salt thing. Yes that one I can hear your face from here, god. A little rarer and with a water."

Or... or not. Best date.

They sell rainbows at convenience stores now...

Oh. Okay well that was one way to order food. Whoa she can hear faces. "I'll have the sushi entree. And a glass of water."

Yes. Best date.

And thus the waiter went off with their incredibly vague orders. They were very vague. Izzy wondered what kind of sushi Ocelot was going to end up with.

"So," she started after he walked off. "Where are you from? You've got a weird accent."

So so vague. It would probably be the sushi for babies.

Where was he from... UH... "Around. I moved around a lot growing up." Well at least he wasn't lying. "What about you?"

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