Day Off. ((Demetrius/Open))

[Lafayette Reynolds]

It was a typical Friday afternoon. Merlotte's was closed for Thanksgiving and Lafayette found himself at a new restaurant. As a full-time short order cook, he decided to go and try out food cooked by others in the small town of Bon Temps. However, Bon Temps seemed empty as of late. Hardly anyone was around anymore and it confused Lafayette. Merlotte's, however, seemed to be able to be packed until late hours of the night. This was good because then Lafayette could get paid and buy more booze and tapes for his website.

Lafayette was sitting at a table in "Burbon and Talouse," which was a cajun restaurant. "What can I get cha?" A waitress asked, opening up her book. "I's have a black coffee with a side of liquor and a wrap." He said, laughing slightly and holding up the menu. "Okay," she said, scribbling down the order. "Would you like fries, onion rings, or chili with the wrap?" Lafayette thought for a moment. "Chili." He said. "Alright, I'll be back with your coffee...and liquor..." She sounded uncertain but nevertheless took the menu and walked away. "Bit.ch." He mumbled under his breath before laughing to himself again.

[Demitrius Oronra]

The door opened, seemingly of its own accord, before Demitrius soared smoothly into the small restaurant. He had entered so smoothly, in fact, that several people glanced at his feet to be sure they were touching the ground. Demitrius was starved, and barely slowed his pace to the nearest empty table to allow people to gape and fawn over him. He threw back his waist-length jet black hair in a deliberately nonchalant way as he selected a seat.

Finally having decided on which of the two seats he would occupy, Demitrius leveled the building with a blue-eyed gaze before sweeping off his white, Sonntag coat and lowering himself into the seat in one movement. He handed the coat to the dazzled waitress and took the menu from her hands. He flipped it open and began to look it over as she composed herself and adopted a well-practiced, tip-earning smile.

"Can I getcha somethin' to drink? To start ya off?"

Demitrius ignored her, and continued to peruse the last page of the menu. She stood, offended, but silent, until he had finished and set down his menu. She repeated her question with the same smile. Demitrius stared placidly at her for a moment.

"Black Coffee. From a bean, not a bag. Make it hot. Extremely hot. And a glass of water. Make it cold and clean, no ice, hold the lemon."

She nodded as she finished her last note. "Okay, i'll run and grab that for you and--"

"I'll have the Shrimp Gumbo and the Crab Gumbo, with a small dirty rice on the side. Be certain that the Gumbo is very spicy, and the crustaceans are fresh. One large plate of Jumbalaya; vegetarian, please. Another side; Maque choux with bacon grease and chicken stock. Hold the hot sauce, add the sugar, but be careful. This next part is extremely important, so you may need to start a new page.

"I want crawfish, boiled and allowed to simmer in the hot water for seven minutes after boiling. Immediately remove them and cool them in ice water while the following is done. Create an Alligator sauce Piquante in the normal way, only hotter. Remove the crawfish brains and add them to the stew while it cooks. Once finished, remove the Alligator meat and crawfish brains, and add the crawfish to the stew. Be certain that there is enough stew to completely cover the crawfish. When it reaches my table, I should have to hunt for them. I don't think I need to add that it should be very hot, and very spicy. That's all."

Demitrius handed the waitress the menu and turned to look into the kitchen, as she left, where the cook and his assistant were glaring at him. Demitrius smiled blandly at the disapproving men.

"And, waitress?" She stopped and turned to look at him, the smile returning.

"Yeah, hun?"

His eyes fell on her, and his smile widened to a menacing grin, his super sharp canines were briefly visible. "If there is anything in my food that is not supposed to be there, and I think you know what I mean, your cook and his assistant will be very sorry for a very long time. Understood?" he said in an almost whisper.

The terrified girl nodded and fled into the kitchen. Demitrius sighed softly and folded his hands on the table. He glanced around the room and almost immediately spotted someone he had seen before. The young black man was waiting just like he was, and looking about as thrilled about the wait as Demitrius did. Demitrius raised a hand and waved, his hand bending upwards and downwards at the wrist.

"Hello, there! Do you remember me? From Merlotte's? I ordered... everything-- I think you were the cook? Would you like to join me, at my table? I could use a dining partner." he said with unrestrained excitement, his cold and threatening tone now warm and inviting.