The Hunters all stared at each other, steely-eyed. The tension in the air was palpable. It seemed to stifle breath. Cayde crossed his arms, optics flicking from face to face. Shiro kept his arms akimbo, hand never drifting too far from his sidearm. Tevis scowled. Azra pressed her lips into a thin line. For a long second they all stood stock-still, nary a muscle-twich or servo-whine. The bustle of the Tower Concourse around them was just a background hum.
Andal Brask presided over all of them, chin high and expression hard. “Cayde,” he commanded. “You go first.”
Cayde wasted no time. He spoke confidently, with the occasional sharp gesture to accentuate his points. “Leo’s is clearly the superior option. It has the widest variety of food. Breakfast stuff, Greek. Coney dogs. Everyone could find something.”
Andal turned his eyes to Azra. The younger Hunter added her points quickly. “They don’t serve alcohol at Leo’s. Finnegan’s has a bar. I heard they have a new batch of ciders in. And you know you’ll be able to flirt your way into a free drink if you want one.”
Shiro tilted his head. “They do have that new bartender- whatstheirname- that doesn’t flirt with Cayde.”
“What are the chances they’ll be working tonight?” Tevis asked. “They have like five others.”
“Finnegan’s food is so heavy, though,” Cayde whined. “It just sits in ya.”
“Maybe if you didn’t order and then eat two entire baskets of potato wedges,” Azra said.
“They had a two-for-one deal!” Cayde said.
“Not your turn,” Andal interrupted. “Shiro?”
Shiro looked Azra straight in the eye. “Leo’s has a dish that they light on fire. In front of you.”
Azra’s resolve clearly wavered at that. Tevis stepped in before she could recant her vote. “Finnegan’s is more calm. Leo’s has those LEDs at maximum brightness. I feel like I’m in a shopping mall.”
“Bacon and eggs,” Cayde said.
“Pulled pork,” Azra countered.
“Leo’s will be faster,” Shiro pointed out. “And cheaper.”
“We’re all rich and it’s raining at Camp,” Tevis said. “What else are we going to do?”
“Do none of you have any better points to make?” Andal asked the group. “Or any other restaurant suggestions?”
Cayde groaned. “Well, you won’t let me vote for Ramen again, so this is what you get.”
Andal tsked disapprovingly. “The Ramen Quota is the only compromise that let you still participate in dinner decisions, Six. It is not my fault you filled it already this month.”
Azra’s eyes went wide, her voice sweetening noticeably. “Can’t you vote this one time, Andal? Just to make things easier? It’s an even split.”
Andal glared at her. “You’ve filled the puppy-dog-eyes quota this month, too, Jax.”
Azra swore and looked away.
Andal shook his head. “We need discipline. I can’t go resolving your interpersonal conflicts every time there’s a disagreement. You guys can sit and argue until you get really hungry, or something else forces your hands.”
Someone from outside the circle cleared their throat. It was a different Hunter- Ashton, a member of Dead End Cure. (He wasn’t the only onlooker, by far- just the boldest). “Why don’t you guys just go to separate restaurants for dinner?”
He’d thought the suggestion was a reasonable one, but the five Hunters turned to stare at him. Expressions ranged from incredulity to outright hostility. Ashton swore he could feel the air smoldering on his skin.
He put his hands up and backed away nervously. “Okay. Geez. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve.”
There were a couple of scoffs, and the group turned to resume its tense negotiations.
“What a weirdo,” Cayde muttered under his breath. “Go to different restaurants? Who does he think we are?”
“Okay, hear me out,” Shiro said. “Sushi-“
“Only if you can find one that doesn’t serve ramen,” Tevis interrupted.
“Why the hell do you care if they have ramen?” Cayde asked. “You wouldn’t have to eat it.”
“It’s the principle of the thing,” Tevis answered.
Andal sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as a fresh round of argument erupted.
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How do Republicans win in blue states? Local issues.
How do Republicans win in blue states? Local issues.
Very simple solution. Stop concentrating on state and national issues. Concentrate on local and your own congressional districts. Ignore Trump, Schumer and the national scene.
Republicans must find compelling narratives that resonate across cultural divides. Prioritize homelessness, crime, housing affordability, and education reform. Don’t go…
