[ Meep. Gal's got some fiah to her. He holds up both hands placatingly. With a touch of amusement. ]
Hey hey hey whoah, sweetums, I think we got off on the wrong foot here! [ Tank(tm), gotta remember the (tm) pronouncing it is difficult waves a hand. ]
I ain't tryin' to get all up in some other dude's gal (this time). You here with your Gray? Where he at, huh? [ He glances around curiously, even warily. Bah, he can handle whatever happens. ]
You know, fine lookin' honey like you, I wouldn't let you outta my sight if you were my gal. I can treat you right, my little honey pop. You like poetry right? Here, listen to this one. [ He clears his throat to recite. ]
"There once was a man from Nantucket." [ A pause, and he eyes Juvia. ]
No, seriously. There really was. I think his name was Dave. Good guy. Kind of odd, though. Always walked around wearing oven mitts. Sometimes he wore nothing BUT oven mitts. Wow. He was REALLY odd, now that I think of it. Dude liked his oven mitts. [ ... he looks thoughtful, following this tangent. ]
I wonder what he’s up to now. I wonder if he’s still wearing oven mitts...
[ MEANWHILE, over by the counter, Lucy is happily waiting for her drinks to arrive, figuring they could at least get something to go. Glancing over her shoulder, she notes to her surprise and delight that the way to the door is -CLEAR-. Perfect! She turns to try to signal Juvia, about the same time her drinks arrive, but lo and behold, there is a sudden lean fellow practically leaning in her occupied space. Rude. She doesn't like the way he's looking at her, OR the fact that he takes it upon himself to just pay for her drinks. But while she's protesting this supposedly gentlemanly action, she freezes for a second when he leans in closer, apparently whispering something - something that has her flush bright red, slap him right across the face hard enough for the 'CRACK' of the slap to be heard even over the music (drawing a few glances and snickers). Then to add insult to injury, the infuriated wizard dumps the contents of her drink over his head, stalking towards Juvia's table. The generous soul, still reeling from her violent reaction, stumbles back into a patron, who spills HIS beer on ANOTHER patron and it's... it's sort of a domino effect from there. Needless to say, there is going to be a crowd of unhappy patrons in a few minutes. Lucy, however, isn't paying any mind to the chaos she inadvertently caused - or that the man she slapped was glaring after her and shoving someone aside to follow. She hurt his feelings! ]
FAITO FAITO~! Also I apologize for the Herd of Teal Deer
Hey hey hey whoah, sweetums, I think we got off on the wrong foot here! [ Tank(tm), gotta remember the (tm) pronouncing it is difficult waves a hand. ]
I ain't tryin' to get all up in some other dude's gal (this time). You here with your Gray? Where he at, huh? [ He glances around curiously, even warily. Bah, he can handle whatever happens. ]
You know, fine lookin' honey like you, I wouldn't let you outta my sight if you were my gal. I can treat you right, my little honey pop. You like poetry right? Here, listen to this one. [ He clears his throat to recite. ]
"There once was a man from Nantucket." [ A pause, and he eyes Juvia. ]
No, seriously. There really was. I think his name was Dave. Good guy. Kind of odd, though. Always walked around wearing oven mitts. Sometimes he wore nothing BUT oven mitts. Wow. He was REALLY odd, now that I think of it. Dude liked his oven mitts.
[ ... he looks thoughtful, following this tangent. ]
I wonder what he’s up to now. I wonder if he’s still wearing oven mitts...
[ MEANWHILE, over by the counter, Lucy is happily waiting for her drinks to arrive, figuring they could at least get something to go. Glancing over her shoulder, she notes to her surprise and delight that the way to the door is -CLEAR-. Perfect! She turns to try to signal Juvia, about the same time her drinks arrive, but lo and behold, there is a sudden lean fellow practically leaning in her occupied space. Rude. She doesn't like the way he's looking at her, OR the fact that he takes it upon himself to just pay for her drinks. But while she's protesting this supposedly gentlemanly action, she freezes for a second when he leans in closer, apparently whispering something - something that has her flush bright red, slap him right across the face hard enough for the 'CRACK' of the slap to be heard even over the music (drawing a few glances and snickers). Then to add insult to injury, the infuriated wizard dumps the contents of her drink over his head, stalking towards Juvia's table. The generous soul, still reeling from her violent reaction, stumbles back into a patron, who spills HIS beer on ANOTHER patron and it's... it's sort of a domino effect from there. Needless to say, there is going to be a crowd of unhappy patrons in a few minutes. Lucy, however, isn't paying any mind to the chaos she inadvertently caused - or that the man she slapped was glaring after her and shoving someone aside to follow. She hurt his feelings! ]