[center][color=922724][h1]Kirk Poirier - New Orleans[/h1][/color]
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[color=922724]"Ah, don't worry about that."[/color] He reassured the small woman who first pulled up to his table, his Lafayette accent offering colorful contrast to her more standardized American English, with the pointed, almost francophonic long o's and "that" so much closer to "dat". [color=922724]"Just a good turn."[/color]

He wasn't a small guy by any means, and he was well aware of that, but this girl— Kay, was so diminutive he had to inwardly marvel at the degree to which he dwarfed her. However, such size comparisons were doomed to be short-lived things, as the others in her party began to file in one after the other. A young girl with long black hair and a bit of energy about her and a calm looking... uh...

[color=922724][i]'Daichi'... Sounds Japanese to me. Better not go sayin' that, though.

Be real rude of me if I'm wrong.[/i]

"Hm? Oh, naw. I'm just your seating partner here, they're at capacity right now and asked me to share— Ah, hell. Forgot my manners. Name's Kirk! Kirk Poirier, blessed to meetcha all."[/color]

He thrust a large hand forward to Daichi, intending on greeting each of the other three assembled in turn with a firm, yet not overbearing handshake. As a wrestler, grip strength was one of his most valuable weapons, so he consequently went well out of his way to not squeeze the life out of somebody else so much as gently encase them in stone for a spell. He was pretty good at it by now, and so had room to roll the conversation right on in the meantime.

[color=922724]"And if I might make a suggestion, if you're looking for something light?" he thrust his left hand down onto the center of the entrees section, "You're gonna wanna do the Baked Chicken. They're really good at keepin all their meats moist here, but—"[/color] he held up one of his remaining Fried Thighs for an example now, [color=922724]"The breadin' they do here's really nice, but it'll be super heavy too. They really crisp it up and let it go long in the oil. That an' the seasonin's why you get that real brown color. Definitely get white meat, at least. Ya might be able to get away with fried like that."[/color]

Placing it back on his plate, he returned that free hand to Daichi's menu again, this time venturing further down.

[color=922724]"And your side ain't gonna be as light as a salad, because you've [i]gotta[/i] have these cornbread muffins. They're fluffy, soft, [i]super[/i] sweet... I swear they're just like my Granny's."[/color]

His tone had, somewhere along the way, shifted from friendly to almost reverent. As he finally released the poor foreigner's menu back into his control, though, Kirk regained his vocal posture.

[color=922724]"An' like I was saying, I'm just a friend by coincidence, nothin' ta do with no..."

[i]Way he was speaking about makes me think more than social gathering. 'Clients, Manpower, et cetera.'[/i]

"...Mission?"[/color] he ventured.