A/N: I do not own zoids, and the woman Karl has dinner with is my
character. This might be updated a tad on the slow side since I'm
currently still writing my other story Inoru-san but I'll make an effort to
get the chapters out fast.
Cocktails and Sushi
Chapter One: Sakura no Ie
It was eleven thirty pm or 23:30 to Colonel Karl Schubaltz. Today had been a particularly hard day for him as was any job that required important decision making and dealing with Prozen's imperial lackeys. He laughed to himself, it was about training time and he knew that more than half of them wouldn't make it to be soldiers, at least as far as he was concerned. Colonel Schubaltz dwelled on his thoughts for a few more minutes and before long he had reached what had become sort of his home away from home, it was the place that he retreated to every Thursday night at 11:30 pm to let off the stress of the job, Sakura no Ie.
It was a classy high priced restaurant and Karl came out of uniform, dressed in black slacks and a white button down shirt, nothing too over the top. As he entered through the etched glass doors, the hostess standing at a tiny desk immediately recognized him (as he came here often) and showed him to the area where the best tables were. As he sat down and the waitress came with the menu, he already knew what he wanted since this had become somewhat of a ritual to him. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and no sooner had his drink come that he noticed a woman sitting at the table in front of him, drinking what looked to be a bloody Mary and eating a California roll with amazing skill (even though he came here often, he had yet to master the art of using of chopsticks). He watched her for awhile and then decided he would go over to join her, since his opportunities to meet women were well... let's just stick with the word limited.
With his scotch in hand, Karl rose from his table and walked over to her, politely asking if he could join her. The women who had bangs blue hair and white highlights that reached the floor, gave him a simple yes in German. As he sat down he saw that she wore a short red dress with a low neckline and red stilettos with straps that laced up to her knees. She also wore a small silver choker with a charm that was in the shape of a strange symbol dangling from the center of it.
The woman soon caught his eye line, which was currently at a straight angle towards her necklace, she smiled at him and began to explain "Where I come from it's how you write my name." Karl looked at her, he had suspected that had been it, but soon figured that maybe all the scotch he had been drinking on Thursday nights was finally getting to him. Still he wanted to find out as much information on this woman as possible, as he felt somewhat drawn to her. "And that would be?" The woman looked at him sensing his need for information, she decided to answer him according to her rules of always playing a little hard to get until she knew a guy. "I don't tell my name on first dates." She lowered her head and took a delicate sip of her bloody Mary. Karl smiled he knew exactly what she was trying to do and frankly he didn't mind that much, he always liked a good challenge, even when women were concerned.
The mysterious woman looked up from her drink, her blue eyes meeting his green ones, Karl deciding to play her game. "Who said anything about a date?" She smiled since he caught on rather quickly she decided that tonight she was going to have a little fun. "You were attracted to me and we had drinks that constitutes as a date to me, but since you want to know so badly I'll tell you on our second date". Karl felt a pang of joy since he had been on his "first date" and was going on a second one. "I'll tell you mine as well." She stood up walking over to him and kissing him on the cheek and whispering in his ear "I trust that you have enough money to pay my tab." With that she left, leaving behind a half empty bloody Mary and her silver choker, which Karl gently held between his fingers.
He paid the cost of their drinks and headed back to the imperial base, leaving the little city he had been in behind. Sometime later while he was lying on his back in his room he fiddled the necklace between his fingers, still tasting the scotch on his breath. Throughout his sleep he had wondered if he had dreamt the whole thing, but the slightly red tinted lipstick that he had cleaned off his cheek in the restroom of the restaurant, and the necklace he was holding were proof to anyone that the whole thing was indeed real. He finally decided to go to sleep, since tomorrow would be another day just like any other, and next week at this time he would be with the owner of the necklace he was holding whom he couldn't seem to get off his mind.
Cocktails and Sushi
Chapter One: Sakura no Ie
It was eleven thirty pm or 23:30 to Colonel Karl Schubaltz. Today had been a particularly hard day for him as was any job that required important decision making and dealing with Prozen's imperial lackeys. He laughed to himself, it was about training time and he knew that more than half of them wouldn't make it to be soldiers, at least as far as he was concerned. Colonel Schubaltz dwelled on his thoughts for a few more minutes and before long he had reached what had become sort of his home away from home, it was the place that he retreated to every Thursday night at 11:30 pm to let off the stress of the job, Sakura no Ie.
It was a classy high priced restaurant and Karl came out of uniform, dressed in black slacks and a white button down shirt, nothing too over the top. As he entered through the etched glass doors, the hostess standing at a tiny desk immediately recognized him (as he came here often) and showed him to the area where the best tables were. As he sat down and the waitress came with the menu, he already knew what he wanted since this had become somewhat of a ritual to him. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and no sooner had his drink come that he noticed a woman sitting at the table in front of him, drinking what looked to be a bloody Mary and eating a California roll with amazing skill (even though he came here often, he had yet to master the art of using of chopsticks). He watched her for awhile and then decided he would go over to join her, since his opportunities to meet women were well... let's just stick with the word limited.
With his scotch in hand, Karl rose from his table and walked over to her, politely asking if he could join her. The women who had bangs blue hair and white highlights that reached the floor, gave him a simple yes in German. As he sat down he saw that she wore a short red dress with a low neckline and red stilettos with straps that laced up to her knees. She also wore a small silver choker with a charm that was in the shape of a strange symbol dangling from the center of it.
The woman soon caught his eye line, which was currently at a straight angle towards her necklace, she smiled at him and began to explain "Where I come from it's how you write my name." Karl looked at her, he had suspected that had been it, but soon figured that maybe all the scotch he had been drinking on Thursday nights was finally getting to him. Still he wanted to find out as much information on this woman as possible, as he felt somewhat drawn to her. "And that would be?" The woman looked at him sensing his need for information, she decided to answer him according to her rules of always playing a little hard to get until she knew a guy. "I don't tell my name on first dates." She lowered her head and took a delicate sip of her bloody Mary. Karl smiled he knew exactly what she was trying to do and frankly he didn't mind that much, he always liked a good challenge, even when women were concerned.
The mysterious woman looked up from her drink, her blue eyes meeting his green ones, Karl deciding to play her game. "Who said anything about a date?" She smiled since he caught on rather quickly she decided that tonight she was going to have a little fun. "You were attracted to me and we had drinks that constitutes as a date to me, but since you want to know so badly I'll tell you on our second date". Karl felt a pang of joy since he had been on his "first date" and was going on a second one. "I'll tell you mine as well." She stood up walking over to him and kissing him on the cheek and whispering in his ear "I trust that you have enough money to pay my tab." With that she left, leaving behind a half empty bloody Mary and her silver choker, which Karl gently held between his fingers.
He paid the cost of their drinks and headed back to the imperial base, leaving the little city he had been in behind. Sometime later while he was lying on his back in his room he fiddled the necklace between his fingers, still tasting the scotch on his breath. Throughout his sleep he had wondered if he had dreamt the whole thing, but the slightly red tinted lipstick that he had cleaned off his cheek in the restroom of the restaurant, and the necklace he was holding were proof to anyone that the whole thing was indeed real. He finally decided to go to sleep, since tomorrow would be another day just like any other, and next week at this time he would be with the owner of the necklace he was holding whom he couldn't seem to get off his mind.