Greetings from Baron land. Here is the next installment in the Gibbys day out series.
A/N I do not own or operate iCarly, but I do own a gift card to my local Pizza Ranch.
It had been a busy week for Gibby. He had been out on the road selling advertisement for his dads company. Now he was tired and extremely hungry.
He was still hours away from home, but his route would take him by a restaurant he had heard a lot about.
Now the owner of the restaurant was an old acquaintance of his Nevel Papperman. Gibby had been a thorn in his side as long as he could remember. As hard as he tried he could never escape the consequences of being associated with Gibby.
Just some of the things that have happened to him were:
Gibby destroyed his brand new Gran Turismo convertible.
He was employed by Gibbys dad.
He was forced to host his own reality show (which he considered video vomit).
He was engaged to Anne the tattoo artist.
He had a unsightly tattoo in a place he would rather not mention
A/N These are events that happened or referred to in iHave the last laugh, and iGo out on the town. Which are two of my other stories.
Things were different here at his restaurant, he was in charge. Here he could get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and his job. Most importantly it was a place he could escape from Gibby.
Nevel was on duty greeting the patrons of his restaurant. More importantly he was keeping the riffraff out. There would be no blue jeans and sneakers here; he had a strict dress code. The women were required to wear dresses, and suit jackets and ties for the gentlemen. Absolutely no children were allowed.
Nevel didn't care if he made money; he had enough of that from his other enterprises. What he really cared about was control. This was his kingdom and he ruled with an iron fist.
Gibby pulled into Nevels parking lot. It felt like he had been driving for weeks. Now he was ready for a good meal and a little rest.
Nevel heard the door open so he grabbed a menu and went to greet his customer.
When he saw who it was, you could have knocked him over with a feather. It was like Lex luthor showing up at the fortress of solitude.
"What are you doing here Gibson?"
"Now is that any way to greet an old friend" Asked Gibby? "I have heard how great this place is so I decided to stop in and find out for myself."
"I will have you know we have very strict dress code here. You will need a suit jacket and tie to get in."
"Aw come on man, I am tired and hungry. Can't you cut me a break?"
"Absolutely not, I can't show any partiality. We have strict standards here, this isn't the Groovy Smoothie."
"Ok if I go out and put on a jacket and tie can I eat then" pleaded Gibby.
"I suppose so" answered Nevel.
Gibby headed out to his car. After rummaging around he found his suit jacket. To his disappointment he could not find his tie. Then inspiration struck him. He took his jumper cables and tied them in a bow around his neck.
Pleased with himself he headed back into the restaurant
Nevel met him at the door.
"What is that? You have to have a tie with that jacket."
Gibby folded his arms across his chest and looked Nevel in the eye. "This is a tie; it's the latest rage in Paris."
Nevel glared back at him. "Well I suppose I could let you in. After all you are the son of my boss. But I am warning you; don't try to start anything!"
MORE A/N I hope you didn't think that was too lame. Enjoy your weekend everyone
The Baron