Chapter Eleven!

~PARK~

After a self-esteem reducing sleep in the city park, the RED team faced the secondary priority. Of course, this was food.

The city was just as busy in the morning as it was the night before. Honestly it was a bit weird for the mercs to see actual other humans after years with the same eight.

Nevertheless, they plodded along aimlessly until they found a restaurant. It looked kind of full but the team was too damn hungry to go any further.

When they saw the waitress at the door was female, the Scout claimed 'he got this' and sauntered over there.

"Yeah, knock yerself out, lad," the Demoman called after him. He may have meant that literally on account of the map incident.

"Heyyy," Scout tried, leaning casually on the doorframe and almost falling clumsily, "um. So, I guess you're busy an' stuff, but we haven't eaten in like, ages. If- if y'could let us in that'd be awesome."

Across the street, the team facepalmed collectively.

"Well… I…" the waitress, unsure what to think, began. "Wait, 'us'?" The Scout jerked a thumb over one shoulder;

"Yeah, us. Me, hardhat, snipes, solly, fatty, doc, Pyro, demo and that shapeshiftin' wuss." The other mercs put on giant forced grins and waved, attempting to ignore their unfortunate nicknames.

Waitress-Lady glanced at them. And their souls.

"It's just that, you see, we have a… dress code. Yeah. Fancy," she said.

The smiles became sincere. Fancy?

Break out the hats, boys.

~FANCY ASS RESTAURANT~

Sp against all odds the RED team made it into the restaurant. Hats save the day again!

The mercs looked strangely natural sitting at the giant table. Okay that's a lie- it looked freakin' ridiculous. The waiter agreed;

"Um, sir? Are those grenades…?" But the Soldier remained oblivious and just ordered everything remotely American-sounding on the menu.

By this time, sharper minds have probably picked up on the major flaw in their plan. Lack of money.

So after they'd eaten the equivalent of about three hundred dollars, the team weren't too sure what to do.

As far as most of them were concerned, they should fight their merry way out, skip the city, and just be done with it.

Or they should have. They really are idiots.

Instead they made a highly stupid deal with the manager; they would get jobs and give them the money in a couple of day's time. WTH.

The insane team had a quick discussion outside.

"Why'd we agree to this?" the Sniper groaned. Unfortunately no one heard because the Soldier was being terribly loud;

"Right ladies! We are men! We are proud men who will get jobs!" Is this motivational or what? "Alright! Meet back here at oh-eight-hundred in two days. Move out!"


Yeah. That just happened B)

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