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

Usually Trixie would be terrified out of her mind and hiding under the table from all the rage within the kitchen, but considering every other patron out there was mesmerized by the chaos, this must mean either no one understands that the big scary guy could come after them any second, or this was like some sort of play for them. Yeah, a play. And improv-cooking food was on the script? The chefs were especially screaming in fear as the big scary guy sent a crab flying after them, followed by a couple more. A few chefs fled out of the kitchen, crying in agony as they tried to rip the sea critters from their hineys. It really didn't seem the chefs enjoyed their job very much though - that or they were very good actors. Then again there was one chef who remained in the kitchen with a crab pinching his butt, though he looked a little bit too happy in comparison.

Trixie just cocked her head at the sight, like a confused dog. If the chefs hated working here so much, why were they there? Wow, getting a job sounded really horrible. She shuddered, finally understanding just how lucky she was to be a guilder. What a scary play, having her understand the reality of adulthood in one single sitting like that.

Though Cid's return startled her more than the head chef's screams. "Ah!" she called, nearly fumbling her uneaten ice cream cone. It still had precious ice cream in it. "Oh, uh. Uh." Again her eyes returned to flicking between the only two pictures inside the menu, which lied flat atop the table. "I want... um..."

Syed couldn't help but loom over the prankster's shoulder as she struggled to decide what to eat. Then, calmly and deliberately he reached over and spun her menu 180 degrees - after which let out a loud "Ohhhh..." and proceeded to jab her finger at one of the photos. Lasagna. "I want that one."

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Amy on the other hand listened closely to Josette's explanation. She definitely had the kind of lead they needed. So... nightclubs? Why was that not surprising? Amy continued to sip from her water glass' bendy straw as she continued to speak, completely ignoring the shenanigans within the kitchen. Then Josette offered for the other girls to go clubbing with her? Is she mentally sane? Or is she thinking about a similar baiting maneuver the others rejected much earlier...?

Suddenly the chef in a baseball cap burst out of the kitchen, not due to being booted out like the other lot, but he managed a handful of plates on his own with no trays, careful not to tip them over. Screaming something about "not late, not late, not late" as he blurred passed the Pride's table - obviously with no time to wait for a server to assist him. No one batted him an eye however. He was just another member of the act.

This place was much too chaotic to be having a discussion of any sort... then again it was useful in keeping the other parties from listening in? Whatever. No use in mulling over it. Amy opened her mouth to say something, but then Cid arrived with appetizers and requesting to take orders from anyone who was ready. She rolled her eyes and immediately requested for some sirloin, cooked well done. She hadn't even looked at the menu, but that was something every restaurant should have, which Cid himself confirmed.

Right. Back to the discussion in question. Cid still waited around, taking down the orders of the others around the table, but Amy pressed on with the topic anyway. Might as well not waste time while they're still grouped together like this. "A certain three nightclubs? Is there anything about these clubs that—"

"Missing women? Oh man I've heard about that." The chef that scrambled by them earlier had returned at a much calmer pace, this time towering a stack of ceramic plates in his arms. "Yeah, my last ex went missing recently too. Bout time though. She was such a jerk!"

"Um... Crispin, b, bro..." Cid tugged at his collar again, motioning with his eyes for the chef to hurry and return to his place back in the kitchen. "Come on, bro, you gotta..."

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"Yeah yeah, I know. Ligthen up, Cid!" Crispin clicked his tongue, eying the table a final time. "I really hope it's aliens." Then he darted off back into the kitchen, where the loud booming voice erupted once again, followed by a domino effect of shattering plates.

Amy hadn't even looked neither the chef nor the waiter in the eyes; she had her own scrunched shut, waiting for the silence before speaking again. "The clubs. The nightclubs. Did any of them—"

"Heeey," Trixie cooed, observing the kitchen through its open window again. She too had become part of the mesmerized audience. "That was the guy with the crab on his butt earlier."

"Oh my gods. Fuck it. Never mind."