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

[i]“Fine. Clubbing. Okay.”[/i]

It appeared that he’d be outvoted. Knowing a lost cause when he saw one, Dylan held up his hands in defeat. “Alright, alright. But if I might add a rule - no one goes anywhere alone. If we split up we still have to be in pairs. Even if it’s just to go to the restroom.”

[i]“Sweet!” Josette fistpumped. “Cid, you bum! More drinks! We’re gonna go partying!!”[/i]

“Oh Aislin.” He eyed his glass of water. “I think I’ll pass on that, thanks.” He knew that he should really try to keep his wits about him if they were going to stake out the clubs, and he already had enough for one that. No, he should fill up his stomach with real food. 

So he reached for more calamari only to find his main course in front of him. “Huh,” he said in surprise. “That was fast.” 

Picking up his fork, he dug into his meal, only to discover that it was indeed exquisite. The sauce was rich and creamy, the noodles cooked to the perfect tenderness, and the morsels of seafood were fresh and flavorful. It reminded him of the meal back with the Hawthornes, but thought this might have been just a bit better. 

But that might have just been knowing that they weren’t going to be facing a demonic horde afterwards. At least, he was fairly sure they weren’t. 

[i]"Are you two... related?" 

"He's my brother. Gordon, these are my friends. Don't ask me to name 'em all."[/i]

Dylan nearly dropped his fork. This man was Moira’s brother? “Well that explains the temper!” he said with a laugh. Gods was it hard to believe. Moira was a fine lady, to be sure, but to imagine that he brother was a chef of such incredible talent. “The food is divine! Pure artistry!”