A/N: My friend and me were up late at night on a sleep over and with the
combo of sleep deprivation and caffeine we came up with some pretty funny
ideas. I only have a couple written so far, but I'll get the rest soon!
Hope you like! Oh and please R/R! On with the show!
Fun With Mexican Food
Deep in the heart of the all to cheery Xel- Ha Mexican Restaurant, Dante, Vergil, and Trish surrounded a small, tile covered table arguing over which dishes were the best.
"I want the Gumbo Caliente'!" Trish whined incessantly. Dante and Vergil rolled their eyes. Vergil figured he should probably explain to her what the little peppers on the side meant, since she managed to pick the hottest thing on the menu. He didn't want to put up with her whining later when her mouth was burning and she was crying. That was Dante's department.
"Trish, you don't understand," he began. He let out a heavy sigh before he continued. "See the little flaming peppers?"
Trish looked confused. "What peppers?"
Tension built between Vergil's eyes. "Those peppers, right there next to the name of the dish."
"Where?" She looked dumbfounded.
"There." He pointed trying not to lose his temper.
"Here?" She cocked her head to the side.
"No there." It was getting difficult to retain the tension.
"Those?" She gave and idiotic smile.
"No dammit! The peppers! Right there!" He lost it. How could she not understand!?
"Oooooooooohhh! Those peppers! What about 'um?" She sat and looked curiously at Vergil.
Dante put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall. He knew this would take some time. Trish really wasn't that stupid, she just liked getting under Verg's skin. Too bad Verg didn't know that,
15 Minutes Later
"Sooo....what do the little peppers mean again?" Trish gave and innocent smile.
"God dammit! You little slut! Why is this so hard!?"
The recent shouts brought Dante out of his spacey void and back to attention. Not only were Trish and Vergil still battling, but also he could see the waitress talking to a short bald man and pointing to their table. Normally, Dante would let them keep going, he thought it was rather funny, but this time he was hungry, so he decided to step in.
"Just drop it, Verg. She's not getting' it. Why don't you just let her order it? If she burns herself it'll be her own fault. Besides I'm hungry and the manager looks 'bout ready to throw us out." He leaned over. "You guys are kinda loud 'ya know."
Vergil gave an agitated sigh. "Fine. Order it." He waved his hand at Trish, who bounced happily in her seat, knowing she just won the battle. Dante stared at her and shook his head. She looked up at him, smiled, then winked.
10 Minutes Later
At last the food was ordered, which took forever because Vergil insisted upon making a scene with the waitress. He made the waitress extremely angry with his "I have to have all the dressings on the side" bit and the fact that he made a point of saying that she shouldn't have been paying so much attention to their argument earlier. Dante saw a sickening similarity to "When Harry Met Sally". He couldn't help but laugh. When everyone turned to look at him, he put his hands up in an "I surrender" gesture and continued to laugh, only this time, more to himself.
5 Minutes Later
Just as Dante's stomach began to growl, their food was brought to them. He noticed that, quite curiously, it was brought by at different waitress, who had a very worried expression on her face. He couldn't help but grin a little. He looked up and saw Trish clapping happily and licking her lips as her bowl of gumbo was placed in front of her. A plate of quesadillas with cheese was placed in front of him, but he continued to watch Trish with a somber expression. Vergil ignored his burrito and also sat watching Trish. Both of them continued watching her as she began to devour the gumbo. Silently Dante counted down the seconds until the eruption that he knew would soon come.
3.........2........1.........0.........
"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN! WAITRESS GET ME SOME MORE WATER! HOT HOT HOT HOOOOOOOOT!!!"
In unison, Dante and Vergil silently scooted their water towards Trish and rolled their eyes. Having done all they were willing to do for her right now, they began eating. Trish continued to scream and whine and, Dante's personal favorite, started to hold her tongue and rub ice on it.
Mumbling, "So hot. Can't feel my tongue. They're gonna pay for this. Ow! So hot."
Fun With Mexican Food
Deep in the heart of the all to cheery Xel- Ha Mexican Restaurant, Dante, Vergil, and Trish surrounded a small, tile covered table arguing over which dishes were the best.
"I want the Gumbo Caliente'!" Trish whined incessantly. Dante and Vergil rolled their eyes. Vergil figured he should probably explain to her what the little peppers on the side meant, since she managed to pick the hottest thing on the menu. He didn't want to put up with her whining later when her mouth was burning and she was crying. That was Dante's department.
"Trish, you don't understand," he began. He let out a heavy sigh before he continued. "See the little flaming peppers?"
Trish looked confused. "What peppers?"
Tension built between Vergil's eyes. "Those peppers, right there next to the name of the dish."
"Where?" She looked dumbfounded.
"There." He pointed trying not to lose his temper.
"Here?" She cocked her head to the side.
"No there." It was getting difficult to retain the tension.
"Those?" She gave and idiotic smile.
"No dammit! The peppers! Right there!" He lost it. How could she not understand!?
"Oooooooooohhh! Those peppers! What about 'um?" She sat and looked curiously at Vergil.
Dante put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall. He knew this would take some time. Trish really wasn't that stupid, she just liked getting under Verg's skin. Too bad Verg didn't know that,
15 Minutes Later
"Sooo....what do the little peppers mean again?" Trish gave and innocent smile.
"God dammit! You little slut! Why is this so hard!?"
The recent shouts brought Dante out of his spacey void and back to attention. Not only were Trish and Vergil still battling, but also he could see the waitress talking to a short bald man and pointing to their table. Normally, Dante would let them keep going, he thought it was rather funny, but this time he was hungry, so he decided to step in.
"Just drop it, Verg. She's not getting' it. Why don't you just let her order it? If she burns herself it'll be her own fault. Besides I'm hungry and the manager looks 'bout ready to throw us out." He leaned over. "You guys are kinda loud 'ya know."
Vergil gave an agitated sigh. "Fine. Order it." He waved his hand at Trish, who bounced happily in her seat, knowing she just won the battle. Dante stared at her and shook his head. She looked up at him, smiled, then winked.
10 Minutes Later
At last the food was ordered, which took forever because Vergil insisted upon making a scene with the waitress. He made the waitress extremely angry with his "I have to have all the dressings on the side" bit and the fact that he made a point of saying that she shouldn't have been paying so much attention to their argument earlier. Dante saw a sickening similarity to "When Harry Met Sally". He couldn't help but laugh. When everyone turned to look at him, he put his hands up in an "I surrender" gesture and continued to laugh, only this time, more to himself.
5 Minutes Later
Just as Dante's stomach began to growl, their food was brought to them. He noticed that, quite curiously, it was brought by at different waitress, who had a very worried expression on her face. He couldn't help but grin a little. He looked up and saw Trish clapping happily and licking her lips as her bowl of gumbo was placed in front of her. A plate of quesadillas with cheese was placed in front of him, but he continued to watch Trish with a somber expression. Vergil ignored his burrito and also sat watching Trish. Both of them continued watching her as she began to devour the gumbo. Silently Dante counted down the seconds until the eruption that he knew would soon come.
3.........2........1.........0.........
"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SO MEAN! WAITRESS GET ME SOME MORE WATER! HOT HOT HOT HOOOOOOOOT!!!"
In unison, Dante and Vergil silently scooted their water towards Trish and rolled their eyes. Having done all they were willing to do for her right now, they began eating. Trish continued to scream and whine and, Dante's personal favorite, started to hold her tongue and rub ice on it.
Mumbling, "So hot. Can't feel my tongue. They're gonna pay for this. Ow! So hot."