[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/SRQefYG.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/k4gahzg.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraisos: Hell’s Kitchen Restaurant[/b][/u] Once Don and Cid’s heartfelt reunion had concluded, it didn’t take long for the large group to settle down at a table and have their drinks ordered and delivered. Each of the Pride were mesmerised in their own way at the glamorous and stunning décor of the restaurant, marvelling at how tasteful and refined it all looked, knowing no doubt that the food must have been just as divine, too. For some, like Estelle, it was all a bit too much and overwhelming. It was too posh, far too out of her league for her to dine at a place like this… until the shouting began. [i]"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THIS?! THERE'S SO MUCH OIL ON THIS PEOPLE WANT TO INVADE IT!!!"" "CRISPIN! GET YOUR ASS BACK IN HERE, YOU NEWBIE FUCK! THIS MEAL IS SO UNFINISHED THAT EB SPORTS TRIED TO PUBLISH IT!" “WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD? BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T FUCKIN’ COOK IT-”[/i] Plates were smashed and food was thrown all over the place. In one section of the restaurant’s walls there was a partition where a counter for the completed food was to be placed for waiters such as Cid to take and carry to their patrons. It offered customers a ringside seat at the entertainment unfolding within from the chefs doing their utmost best to work and cook… as well as a front row view to the antics going on inside. They could hear the head chef quite clearly, even if he hadn’t stepped into view yet, but they most certainly could see pieces of meat and vegetables flying from one side to the other- one even hitting a chef in the back of the head. Estelle quietly sipped her orange juice, not sure what to make of the whole thing. Impressed? Horrified? She didn’t know… but she was definitely a lot less nervous and on edge at being somewhere far too refined for her to dine at. She looked across the table, and suddenly jolted once she saw Josette’s blissful expression, her eyes closed, soaking in the atmosphere and sound. Estelle finally understood why this was Josette’s favourite restaurant. It was probably one of the few places on the resort where she truly felt peaceful and content. Marcus meanwhile quietly sipped his tea as the others looked over their menus, placing orders for starters as well as contemplate their mains, and questions were quickly directed Josette’s way regarding the topic of missing women. Marcus simply observed in silence, noting all the details as best he could. Don, who sat next to him, looked at the menu with a furrowed brow. He couldn’t understand a single thing written on it, and the scant few pictures on there didn’t offer any help at all. But Don finally felt peaceful and relaxed once he realised it didn’t matter – because his good bro Cid knew exactly what to order for his Big Bro. What a guy. Thunderhawk’s hand, clasping the glass of water in front of him, started to shake again. He felt like he needed a drink. “Mysterious female disappearances?” Josette repeated, after taking a big slurpful of her smoothie. “So that’s what your mission is, huh? Hehe…” A sly grin crept up her lips, before it cooled down and returned to one more serious. “Yeah… tell you the truth, I know something about that…” “You do?” Estelle replied, incredulous at one of the Capuello family actually knowing something that could be considered helpful. “Yeah. Well… I don’t know too much, but… I started working here about three months ago. When I first started I was being trained by a nice girl called Alicia. I didn’t really get to know her that well, but she helped me settle down and at the casino. She seemed really happy to be working and living here… and then one day she left a note saying she was sick and never came back again,” Josette replied, a sad expression clouding her features. “It sucked… and it also didn’t feel right. I went to my bosses a week later and asked about it, and they told me Alicia quit and went home, but that didn’t sound right to me. Los Paraisos was her home… but again, I didn’t know her well… and that’s all I managed to learn. Whenever I tried to talk about to anyone else, they either didn’t know anything or told me not to ask questions.” "Mm. I can't say for sure, but it seems like there's some kind of cover-up happening here. I could be wrong... In fact, I'd like to be wrong, but..." Was what Selan had said, and Marcus and Thunderhawk, who looked to the songstress, agreed in silence. Even if the resort was large and the number of missing women low, the response to this didn’t feel right at all… especially the way in which people either seemed to know nothing, or just didn’t want to talk about it fullstop. But why? “I did a bit of digging around after that, though,” Josette continued. “I asked some questions… got a bit of information but other then that, nothing, so… I guess I just had to let it go.” “Information?” Marcus pressed. “Yeah. Apparently something all these women who went missing had in common was they had gone to a certain three nightclubs sometime. It might have something to do with it, or not at all. So I went and checked it out. Didn’t find anything though… but the music and drinks are bitchin’!” “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS? YOU, YOU AND YOU. OVER HERE!” “Yes, Chef?” More shouting came from the kitchen, and as the Pride turned to look, they could finally see the source of the shouting appear, screaming at three timid looking chefs, holding a crab swaying from side to side, clapping its pincers. [img]http://i.imgur.com/JxfzPvT.png[/img] “WHAT IS THIS?” The three chefs looked to each other but said nothing. “I SAID WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS?” “A crab, Chef.” “I KNOW IT’S A FUCKING CRAB, I HAVE EYES! WHY THE FUCK IS IT STILL MOVING? THIS CRAB IS SO UNDERCOOKED IT’S STILL SINGING “UNDER THE FUCKING SEA!”” The Head Chef swung his foot out and booted one of the kitchen’s bins, sending it somersaulting through the air and crashing into a long slide along the floor, debris of undercooked and charred meat and vegetables spilling everywhere. “GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING KITCHEN NOW YOU DONKEYS!” “Yes Chef!” The three chefs all ran away, an airborne crab sailing after them. “You know, we should go clubbing sometime.” Josette’s eyes flickered to Estelle, Lisette, Xandra, Aria and Selan. “Girls’ night out!” [img]http://i.imgur.com/aiPoQUm.png[/img] “Here are your starters, bros!” Cid returned, carrying stacked trays upon trays and once more effortlessly sliding them across the table just in place for everyone who had ordered one. “Anyone want to order their mains now too? Or want more drinks?”