smash_logs | BLIND DATES GROUP 3

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

[The third group's restaurant is a rotating fancy restaurant, the tallest in all of FDC! The place is high up in the air, and you can see all of the city from above! It slowly moves around itself so you can see the city from 360 degrees.The menu has all sorts of things. 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 reddish lanterns hanged on top. The overhead music is half traditional Italian love songs, half that band you don't remember the name of and sometimes a little song sneaks in. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English and talk-like-a-dis despite the menu not being 100% Italian.

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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Ganondorf sipped his glass of water like nothing was wrong as the waiters looked in their direction of the pointing man. If anything, it was Raiden who currently looked like the crazy one.

"Now now now, temper. It's not my fault that we ended up with each other, I assure you."

Nah actually it was Melissa who had found that one pretty funny. So he was only half-lying.

"Would you please sit down again...they are all staring at you." Sip. Oh so smooth.

He was crazy. Crazy with fear and anger. ~~The dark side was strong with this one.~~ The blonde stubbornly grit his teeth, and slowly, but surely, he reached down and propped his chair back up, scooting it into place. He did not dare to take his eyes off the Gerudo King the entire time.

"I don't believe you." He hissed. Whether it was his fault they ended up together or not, one thing was clear: this was the man who had orchestrated these stupid dates, there'd be no way he'd let Raiden leave so easily. He felt as every bit as trapped and helpless as he did that time he was magically confined in his cock and balls office UNDER THREAT OF DEATH. And there was no Brock nearby to try and save him this time.

No seriously, what the hell was he wearing!?

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It was far too incredibly amusing to watch him react. Ganondorf understood scare tactics all too well, and the Gerudo King stared back at him with an amused face. Even if he never touched a finger on Raiden tonight, the very fact that it hovered above him was making the man delusional enough. He raised his menu again, and now the tiny little hat and its ensemble had been changed for a much more regal business suit.

"So has the school's lowly janitor ever eaten in such a hig-class place before?"

The Gerudo King was everything intimidating to Raiden. Did he just bring his menu up and have his outfit change what. It didn't ease Raiden in the slightest.

"Of course I have." Generally at the suggestion of Raiden when Rosemary offered to cook, but yes. But not any with a view quite like this place had. The blonde's eyes darted to the scenic view the windows offered, just for a split second. He would never survive if he jumped out it. Damn it.

He really didn't want to make small-talk with this guy but maybe he could just bide his time until a good escape plan formulated in his head. "...What are you going to order?" Maybe something bony or poisonous that he could choke on and die.

"I'm a man that lived most of his childhood life on rotten lizard carcasses and whatever water we could manage to get out of the desert oasis until I learned to hunt for myself," Ganondorf replied, idly moving the menu without touching it. "How ironic that I'm not sitting here to...perhaps the sweetbreads."

Sounded gross enough.

"What about you?"

Oh. That was. "Oh. That's..." Disgusting. Gross. Barbaric. "...great." The blonde continued to watch him warily how was he even moving the menu what. The man's powers were mystical and beyond most of Raiden's understanding.

"Sweetbread sounds better than any of that." He cleared his throat and looked back down at his menu, still failing to come up with any escape plan. "I don't know." He was almost willing to say he had lost his appetite by this point. But probably not. He was a guy.

"Have you ever had sweetbread before, Raiden?" Or where you just a normal Slacker Joe with no taste in the finer things in life. He probably didn't evn brush his teeth and used a toothpick.

"You might want to try something more...delicate."

"Like what?" He sassed.

BLIND DATES GROUP 3

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SOB hello

Why /hello/

Uh don't mind the lateness agian, I can't have notifs without a paid account woops.

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