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Pen scratching Radevel's order onto her pad of paper, the woman soon looked over at Talis expectantly.

Watching Radevel order, Talis realized the man's clear disapproval. He was hungry but...

Hearing Radevel's blunt statement in front of their server, Talis felt obliged to order something. His eyes glanced over the a la carte items.

"Can I have some toast, please? Thank you," he said, handing the menu to the collecting waitress. As she departed, the boy released a sigh and gazed back at Radevel. "There," he murmured in sarcastic accomplishment, "Better?"

Radevel still didn't look overly satisfied with the order. Toast? That was only about enough to feed a hungry bird. Rolling his eyes at the boy's continuation to show his stubborn side, he held back the snide comment of what a 'high maintenance' date he was.

"No," he instead replied. "If you're going to resume acting like this, on the way home, we'll stop at McDonalds and I'll force a Happy Meal down your throat." It wasn't but a few moments later that their drinks arrived. The larger man gladly poured the strong, hot liquid down his throat, not bothering to notice the burn it left on his tongue. Just the smell of the cheap diner's coffee acted as some sort of revival technique. Too bad he hadn't had some of this heaven-sent liquid earlier..

Having assisted Lady B in escorting Shinto up to the bathroom for his bath, Slaine heard the knock at the door. His initial planned path was to head back into the kitchen to check up on Mizi. Afterall, he had been acting awfully strange, he thought. But not seeing anyone else inhabiting the area at the moment, he turned his steps toward the main door.

Ignorantly, he thought who it could possibly be? not taking it into consideration that this was a Gentleman's Club. Out of sheer caution, he slowly cracked the door, enough to slightly peek outside, only to see a man he very much didn't know or even recognize. He didn't look to be any trouble it seemed, despite his oddly chosen attire. This, however, didn't give him the complete reassurance he was hoping for. It didn't stop him from opening the door the rest of the way, his dark eyes trying their hardest to appear welcoming.

"Can I help you with something, sir?" he asked.

Rolling his straw absently between his thumb and forefinger, Talis watched Radevel's facial expressions barely change with his voice. Barriers? The only barrier they snapped was the youth's will to leave, or so it seemed to Talis. And that Radevel apparently 'believed' that he loved him... yet the man hardly seemed aware of that far-off claim now. It wasn't as if the feeling had been reciprocated toward the teen, either.

"Well if you had my experience," Talis muttered under his breath, "Maybe you'd understand." Oh, little did he know how close to the truth he might actually be.

Only a few moments after he had offered assistance to Adrian, the brunette's pocket began to vibrate in a rhythmic fashion. Mizi pulled away from the counter and pulled a cell phone from his pocket. It wasn't anything flashy, but rather one of the older models; he'd obviously had the device for a couple years. When the number identified itself a troubled frown marred his brow. No... it couldn't be...

"I'll be back in just a moment," he excused himself from the two newer boys in the kitchen and moved out into the hallway. Lifting the phone to his ear and pressing a button, he spoke hesitantly, "...H-Hello?"

"It's been a long time, Miz," came a horribly familiar voice that instantly made the prostitute's stomach churn uncomfortably, "It's me. Uh.. "

"Val?" he whispered disbelievingly. Why... was his ex-fiance calling him now? After two years of silence? Two years of Mizi emotionally beating himself up for losing him...

"Mizi? Ya there?" Val's voice came clearly through the receiver.

Trembling, Mizi leaned his back against the wall. "I'm.. I'm here," he replied before asking anxiously, "What do you want?"

Val seemed to hesitate for a moment, giving Mizi time to adjust the phone against his ear. "I want to see you. I'm in town."

Beneath the man's hard and lingering gaze, Slaine was feeling, needless to say, awkward, for lack of a better word. Intimidated? To be sure. One foot slid back with the stranger's second step forward. It wasn't necessarily he was frightened of this oddly dressed man. But within this house, the waiter was merely not used to such an assertive tone. Not with the gentle Lady B as his 'mother' figure and all the other boys who were all so kind.

Either way, he wouldn't be able to turn Victor's request down. Out of natural courtesy, he couldn't. It was past dark out, no doubt getting chilly. But was it just a room for the night this man wanted or was he an expecting customer? he could only but wonder.

Stepping aside, he gestured for the stranger to enter. "Sure," Slaine nodded, closing the door behind Victor. He took the time to eye the man's frame. Slender build, dark hair.. He looked as if he had come right out of some Victorian era-based novel.

"Will you just be staying tonight or will you partaking in our.. services?" he questioned. It was just something he felt he had to ask, being apart of a branch of this home's business.

Radevel could only imagine by the unpleasant sound of a distinct 'crunch, how unfilling the plain morsel of food must be. While set in front of himself was what appeared to be grilled chicken, steamed vegetables, and a healthy pile of mashed potatoes smothered in gravy. The contrast between their two meals was almost pathetic.

"If it comes to them having rooms with only one bed, then I suppose that would be a yes, Talis," Radevel answered, stabbing a fork into a particularly lush piece of broccoli. He never thought there would ever be an awkward night of sharing a bed with Talis until today.