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[b]Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant[/b]

Well this restaurant was...intense. Dylan quickly finished off his ice-cream cone, glad that he had decided to order a small, and wondered just what the hell had happened to the extra two hours that seemed to have vanished. Had he known that they would be getting dinner so soon he would have saved the ice-cream till afterwards! 

But judging by the size of the food coming out and how sparsely they arrived (unless they were thrown out across the floor) he doubted that it would be much of a problem. Soon enough their drinks arrived, Dylan this time opting just for water. He had drank enough for one day and knew that if he didn’t turn it around he would hungover as hell tomorrow. 

[i]"So... Josette, was it?" Amy looked towards Don's sister. "Now that we're all here together with some time to kill, would you mind telling us if... you've heard anything about a—"

The same booming voice from before erupted yet again from inside the kitchen, "CRISPIN! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE, YOU NEWBIE FUCK! THIS MEAL IS SO UNFINISHED THAT EB SPORTS TRIED TO PUBLISH IT!"[/i]

Dylan jumped in his seat. How were people supposed to enjoy a nice meal in such an environment? Noticing that Cid was still standing there awkwardly, he looked around the table. “Maybe we’ll start with some calamari? How does that sound for everyone?” He waited as the others finished up giving their orders for appetizers, then leaned forward to continue the conversation that Amy had tried to start with Josette. 

Keeping his voice low, he began. “So you’ve been working here a while, right? Have you heard anything about mysterious disappearances?”