@goddessoftheuesugi continued:
“Oh dearest Aya, you look so much prettier with that color on your cheeks. Maybe I should…”
she teased before rising from the table.
“If you’ll excuse me…I must go to the little girl’s room. My hands are filthy and I cannot stand such grease.”
She made her way to the bathroom, her lips quirked into a smile as she washed and soaped her hands, paying extra attention to the crumbs and grease under her long fingernails. Once she felt they were clean enough, she dried her hands and returned to the table, only to find Aya and the same young waiter by their side.
The waiter was trying to flirt with Aya, and Kicho wouldn’t stand for it.
Quickly taking her seat, she smiled at the waiter and blurted out, “A glass of your finest champagne. And two salads. And please be quick.”
She then looked over at Aya and smiled. “They say salads are good for hangovers. But what do I know…I always remain elegant, even after indulgence..”
@ladyovmino
Aya blinked in confusion, the blush still present on her cheeks, as the other woman walked away so simply.
What… was that…?
Quickly, she lowered her eyes, embarrassed -an emotion that was soon to get worse when one of the waiters apparently thought it was a good idea to try to flirt with her.
Fortunately, Kicho was back at the time (she’d never believed that she’d name it fortunate, though).
“W-Wait.” Aya grumbled when the waiter was away, “The last thing I need into my system right now is more alcohol.” Although, getting through all of this while sober didn’t sound like the best idea either. She looked up at the other woman, registering the comment. “…Was that supposed to be an insult?” She muttered, looking away.
Their champagne glasses made their way to the table and quickly, Kicho put the drink in her hand, nodding at Aya to do so, too.
“So, what do we make a toast to? Our friendship? The nice weather? All the beautiful people around us?”
She laughed.
“But of course, no one here is more beautiful than us. Even if some of us are a bit more….chilly.”
A smirk pressed across her lips as she brought her drink to them. Slowly, she took a sip, and just as slowly licked her tongue across her bottom lip to savor the taste. “Oh how I do love foreign champagne…wouldn’t you agree, dearest Aya?”
She then took the menu and pushed it in her face, hiding her smile. “I do hope that cute waiter comes back…I have to ask him what’s good here. I would hope to indulge in the finest of foods…
@ladyovmino
Reluctantly, Aya lifted the fragile glass in her hand, contemplating whether to risk a sip or two.
She huffed at the other woman’s remarks, rolling her eyes.
Friendship, right.
Though she didn’t exactly want to dismiss that one... Which worried her, frankly.
“With all the subtle insults you’ve been throwing around, dear” she tried to smirk, but her sarcasm skills were rapidly failing her “it is no wonder I’d be quite on-guard, is it?”
Hmph, fine. She’d drink too, if that was what Kicho was trying to get her to do.
Slowly, she took a small ship, wincing as she felt it burning the back of her throat. She swallowed it down, smirking.
“See, I can play like that too, young viper... oh, and, now that you mention it, I’d love to take some revenge on the ‘cute waiter’. Flirting is one thing, crude remarks is another.”
