#mpshiah

[dakotaxmp]

"I am so done with you."

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  Dakota is watching her say this to whomever she is on the phone with while he preps a non-alcoholic drink on the house for her to go with the fresh sampler plate he’s made. He doesn’t know the half of what’s going down with that phone call, but with the way it seems to be making his guest frustrated, he figures she could use a little food based kindness.

  He sets the drink and the plate down before her then lifts his brows and motions his eyes at the phone. Without making noise to interrupt his mouths the words, ‘Need help?’ at her. He’ll shut that shit down faster than a heart attack if she needs him to. The demigod doesn’t need to know someone to recognize a hard time.

[exmpmino-blog]

"I am so done with you."

The grin on Mino’s face only widened at his client’s comment, “But I’m just getting started!” His amusement apparent in both his sparkling eyes as in the enthusiastic way he was preparing the drinks, the demigod decided to keep on teasing her. 

“Let me suggest a ‘Flaming Asshole’ to you.” Putting the shaker down, he poured the liquid in the respective glasses. “It’s a drink made with grenadine, crème de Menthe, or Mint if you don’t know French, crème de banana and rum.” Decorating the drinks accordingly as he should, he put them on a plate so the waiter could go and serve them.

“Last but not least I shall lightthe rum and you got to suck it down with a straw.” Flashing his best ‘salesmen’grin at her, he continued, “People say you should get it while it’s hot. Sowhat do you say?”

[miloxmp]

"I hate you."

“Get in line, sweetheart.” He rolls his eyes with a small grimace. “You ain’t the only one with something against me.” He continues. Milo doesn’t bother turning around from the task at hand. He continues on about his business of restocking CD’s shelves without missing a beat.

When he finally turns around to find the girl still standing behind him, he rolls his eyes once more and exhales an exaggerated sigh. “If you’re looking for an apology, you’re looking in the wrong pla-” He begins to chide, but pauses when he realizes something. “I don’t even know what I did wrong to you.” He remarks shifting his weight from one leg to the other and crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing.