<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/67/98/78/6798780dd00c933ae33495bd01bf7cf7--cute-guys-sexy-guys.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brett Roman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16149669#msg16149669)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See pic.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 April 2050, 8PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Catty-Wampus Bar & Grill, Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sashiko and Poppy<br/><strong>Content:</strong>We're here~<br/><hr/>Brett had been in the city for a while, and out of all the restaurants he had visited, none were like the Catty-Wampus. If it wasn’t for a meetup happening with other Dragon Slayers, then he didn’t think he’d ever eat there. He had sampled some of their food at the food trucks that often stopped by around campus, which had been good enough for him. The restaurant was often packed with tourists, and he liked getting his food without too long of a wait. Especially, now that Sashiko was with him. He remembered how annoyed she got at the Golden Peach. If only she could have been calm and cheery like Poppy (minus the caffeine).<br/><br/>Brett entered the restaurant’s lobby and tilted his head to gaze passed a few shoulders of patrons requesting a seat. He sighed in exasperation and shared his thoughts with Sashiko and Poppy, “I hope that someone got here earlier than us and got us a seat.”<br/><br/>There was nothing like waiting on two women to get ready. Two women not from this world made things a little longer. He had no right to comment. He had worn Earth clothes his whole life while the different outfits still might have been new and interesting to the…<em>aliens?</em>Were they aliens? They came from another dimension and not exactly space. It might have still counted.<br/><br/>Once he reached the front, he had expected to be told to take a seat and wait for a table that will be ready in “x” minutes, but one was already ready for them. His brows rose and he looked at Sashiko and Poppy sharing his disbelief. “I can’t believe my ears.”<br/><br/>“This way,” the waitress beckoned, leading them to a table long enough for their eventual party.<br/><br/><em>Here we go. Meeting other people with Dragon Slayers. I hope they’re just as average as me…and mature,</em>he mused. It would have been awkward to meet some random kid who had a lost Dragon Slayer following him or her around. One thing was for sure, finally he had someone who could relate to his situation.