Who: Doucette and Koree
Where: "Two Sticks" Japanese Bar
When: Dinner Time
Weather: The storm is fading slowly
A sigh escaped glossed and painted lips as their owner gazed out at the storm that continued to rage, rain lashing against the windows of the restaurant and thunder rolling in like an angry husband. At least it wasn't as bad as it had been the day before. Or even the day before that. And it certainly didn't feel like a regular storm, despite her inability to place just what was wrong with the sadness that draped everyone like a heavy blanket. Not that weird since most people became depressed by storms like this. For Doucette though, it was more that she had to work through this storm rather than the storm itself that made her disgruntled.
Fingers tapped nervously against the dark polish of the table before her, the colors of red and gold abundant in the menu, napkins, curtains, whatever - all signs of some oriental place and it took her a moment to remember that Japanese food was on the menu for tonight. Asian food was usually light (although Chinese could get quite heavy, that's for sure) and so she hoped the dinner might lighten her mood as well. Orders for chef specials had been made and now she simply had to wait for her food while enjoying a steaming cup of green tea, thankfully not the frothy grass-flavored kind.
Not surprisingly, the restaurant was almost completely empty, and by the look of the limited number of ragged staff members on the floor, that was a good thing. Apparently no one was traveling well in this weather. Doucette had had to bribe the stupid ferryman and almost tossed up her lunch on the waves, but a job was a job and the owner had assured her that they'd be open especially for her. Bummer.
