[Better some preemptive discipline than getting thrown out in the first five seconds. Admittedly, there were probably more gentle ways to go about it than that, but Shura wasn't going to leave any room for misunderstanding.
Entirely too comfortable with this setting, Shura doesn't give the plates a second glance. In fact, she almost looks a little too casual, throwing one around over the back of her chair as she slouches. But she fits in, and sitting like this let's her turn a ear towards the conversation going on close by while still mostly facing her company. Likely, those were full of crap, but it was worth a listen.]
Anything--order the special. Just don't ask what it's made of.
[It was probably poultry. Probably. The waitress is too busy trying to earn tips from the rowdy table to pay attention to them for the time being. Mister~ this and Mister~ that. Jeez, leave them alone, lady. Shura wants to know if they have something legit!]
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Entirely too comfortable with this setting, Shura doesn't give the plates a second glance. In fact, she almost looks a little too casual, throwing one around over the back of her chair as she slouches. But she fits in, and sitting like this let's her turn a ear towards the conversation going on close by while still mostly facing her company. Likely, those were full of crap, but it was worth a listen.]
Anything--order the special. Just don't ask what it's made of.
[It was probably poultry. Probably. The waitress is too busy trying to earn tips from the rowdy table to pay attention to them for the time being. Mister~ this and Mister~ that. Jeez, leave them alone, lady. Shura wants to know if they have something legit!]