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[patches_x_x]

It's a ... not-so upper-level restaurant. Good food, supposedly. Tables inside, and out. The balcony isn't too far from a skylane, and the patrons can see blurry faces as speeders pass by, going somewhere, or coming back. Not just idling at a semi-fancy, semi-seedy restaurant, eating dinner with the family or the person you love

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[majorinyri]

She slides her finger on the edge of her water glass, staring out the windows. It's strange, being here with him, in a sort of nice dress, in a sort of nice restraunt with a not so nice man.

[patches_x_x]

Not that he doesn't fit the profile of a nice man. If the splotches (patches) on his face are ignored, he might be able to pass. Until he smiles, and shows his black teeth. Or until the color of his eyes become clear.

But until then, he's trying.

[majorinyri]

She sips at her water until the water shows up at takes to take their drink orders. She idly glances at Zekka, waiting for him to order.

[patches_x_x]

He's got to play the part, or at least try, so any of his normal choices are out. Wine is not even close to an option.

"Iced water," he says, slightly irritably.

Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink.