"Hurry up, One." Two waited by the front door of their hotel room. It was
One's turn to be slow this time. After surfing, the Twins had gone back to
the hotel to rest and freshen up before they went back to see what this
'luau' was that they had been invited to. One finally came out into the
main room, straightening the gray belt around his waist as he did so.
"About time." Two grinned. One placed his shades on his face and reached for the doorknob.
"I think I have everything." One said as they both walked out and into the hallway. "Although, I keep thinking I've forgotten something." One mumbled, stopping on their way to the elevator.
The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant that this 'luau thing' was to be held at. The place was crowded with people. The Twins got out of the cab and One gave the cabby what money that was in his pocket. Two looked around them and down the beach area. Outside on the deck of the restaurant were many tables having small candles in the middle of them. Torches were stuck in the ground, giving the only light outside. In one corner down the beach, a stage set in the midst of everything where people dressed in Hawaiian clothing performed various forms of entertainment.
"Let's go in." One said after walking up to Two.
Once inside the restaurant, the Twins were met with an overly crowded dinning room. A waiter came up to them and took them to a small table in one of the corners. Perfect, they could be alone without worrying that they're going to attract attention. Opening the menus, the Twins looked at each other.
"How is a tourist supposed to know what all of this is if he can't read and understand Hawaiian words?" Two asked.
"Dunno. Just point out something and hope it's good I suppose." One shrugged.
"I don't want to do that. Who knows what you might end up with."
"Well just order steak."
The waiter returned to take the Twins' orders. Both ordered steaks prepared the same way. As an appetizer, the waiter brought out a platter of various fruits, some of which were familiar to the two while others weren't. Two picked up a piece of pineapple and sniffed at it. Evidently, the Twins had never seen or heard of a pineapple before.
"The waiter said that it's a pineapple." Two looked it over.
"Doesn't look like an apple to me." One titled his head a little.
"Hm, smells ok." Two sniffed again.
"Yeah, the lemonade smelt ok too, remember?" One smirked.
"Don't remind me." Two sighed.
Two took a bite and started to pucker again before actually swallowing it this time.
"Ack! Is everything here sour?!" He looked at One. Two placed the rest of the pineapple slice on his plate and looked at it as if it would move.
"Eat the pineapple." One said.
"I'm not eating the pineapple!"
"Eat it!"
"No! I refuse to eat the pineapple!" Two crossed his arms.
"You swallowed part of it so it can't be that sour."
"You eat it then." Two huffed.
"No!" One said, leaning back in his chair.
The rest of the evening went by in almost silence. The Twins weren't known for carrying on dinner conversations. After the Twins finished their meal, they both leaned back in their chairs and waited for the waiter to bring their check so they could go see what else these people did in this luau. The waiter finally brought the check and laid it on the table after clearing it of the dishes.
"You'll have to pay because I don't have any money with me." Two said, leaning his arms on the table. One reached into one of his coat pockets for his wallet, then stopped. He felt around in the many pockets of his coat and pants before slowly looking up at Two.
"What?" Two said.
"I think I just discovered what I forgot and left at the hotel."
Two's face went paler than it already was.
"You left your wallet there?" Two tried to keep his voice calm.
"Yes." One groaned.
"Do you have any money in your pockets?"
"No. I used that to pay the cabby."
Two groaned too.
"I guess we'll have to do some kind of work to pay for it." One got up and started making his way to the counter where you pay. Two followed.
"I'd like to see the manager." One told the guy behind the counter.
"What do you suppose we'll have to do?" Two nervously asked.
"Wash dishes I guess. That's what they usually make you do."
After the manager came out from the backroom, One told him about not having any money to pay. The manager, then, took them to the back where Two waited in a separate room that connected the kitchen to the main dinning room while One went into the manager's office. After a good three minutes or more, One slowly returned from the office, carrying something hidden behind his back, a serious look on his face. Two got up from the chair he was sitting in.
"So, what are we to do to pay for the meal?" he asked as One walked up to him.
"Wait on tables for the rest of tonight."
"That doesn't sound too bad." Two sighed. The look on One's face had him worried though. "One, what's wrong? Is there something I don't know yet?"
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, there is." One sighed.
Two's eyebrows perked with interest as well as fear.
"The manager wants us to wear these." One took what he was holding out from behind his back and showed it to Two. Two's eyes bugged from behind his shades as he looked at the hula skirts and leis One held.
"What?!"
"I'm sorry but I had no choice. The manager told me it's this or else."
"You mean to tell me that we're going to have to actually wear these things? What kinda manager does this place have??"
"We just have to wear them for the rest of tonight."
Two cringed and walked away then walked up to One again.
"I don't like it anymore than you do, but I said I had no choice! Since I forgot to bring my wallet from the hotel, this is the only way we can pay for that meal. It's either that or wash dishes. The manager gave us a choice." One handed the skirt to Two, but he refused to take it. Two's frown lowered even more.
"You liar! You said you had no choice then you say that the manager gave us a choice between this and washing dishes."
One shrugged.
"I won't do it!" Two stamped the ground. One glared.
"You will too."
"I won't!"
"Will."
"Won't!"
"You will! Now stop acting like a five year old and come here!" One grabbed Two's arm and pulled him over to him.
"You can't make me! You can't make me put that ridiculous thing on!" Two jerked his arm away and started off toward the door leading to the manager's office.
"Where are you going?" One coldly asked.
"I'm going to wash dishes. At least it'll be less embarrassing."
"No you aren't." One grabbed Two's coat and pulled him back. "I told the manager that this is what we're going to do to pay, and he's already agreed to let us do it."
One placed his arms around Two and unfolded the green skirt he held and placed it around Two's waist.
"Please." Two whimpered. "This is so humiliating." Two looked in horror at the bushy green skirt that dangled over his lovely classy silver pants while his brother finished tying it.
"Oh hush."
"Wonder if something bad will happen?" Two continued to whine.
"Nothing bad is going to happen." One sighed.
"Well you've seen how the rest of our trip's gone so far."
"Two, stop whimpering and take the coat off. How do you expect me to tie this thing when the coat is in the way?"
Two grabbed hold of his coat, pulled it off and laid it across the back of one of the nearby chairs.
"Thank you." One sighed, pulling the skirt tighter around Two's waist. "There I think that will do it."
Two stepped back a little ways while looking over the horror that his brother had just placed on him.
"Yeeeeow!!! Two! Get off of my foot!" One screamed while pushing Two's back.
Two quickly stepped forward and turned around. One was down on one knee while rubbing the top of his foot through his white boot.
"What happened?" Two asked.
"You stepped on my foot with the thick heel of your boot, that's what happened." One said through gritted teeth.
"Sorry." Two whispered shyly.
Sighing, One got up and grabbed a lei strung with yellow flowers and shoved it at Two.
"Put it on! And no protesting this time." One firmly said, on the verge of getting very angry with his brother. Two slowly took the lei from One's hand and placed it over his head and around his neck, blushing while doing so.
"I feel like such an imbecile." Two mumbled running his fingers through the grass of the skirt he wore. He looked at a mirror across from him and cringed.
Two turned to One who now was dressed like him.
"We look like a couple of freaks!" Two said at seeing his twin. "A couple of bad programs dressed in silver pants, white boots, white vests and ties and gray shirts and wearing hula skirts and leis on top of it! We're going to be the laughingstock of the Matrix!"
"Will you shut up for once?" One snapped. Two coward. "Now take this tray and go wait on people." One said shoving the wood tray into Two's arms then throwing a note pad and pen on top of it.
"Wait on them to do what?" Two asked. One lifted his own tray in a threat to hit Two if he didn't get out. Two turned and ran out and through the two double doors that led into the dining area. One shook his head and sighed before descending out the same doors.
The place was packed with people. One could barely hear himself think much less hear anything else over all the talking and chattering and clinking of dishes going on around him. He scanned the dining room for Two and found him over at one of the tables to the far left. From where One stood it looked as though Two was in an argument with his customer. One pushed his way through the crowded room; another waiter bumped into him several times before he finally made it to Two's side.
"What's going on, Two?" One asked. Two turned a flustered face to One.
"This man wants me to tell him what this is. I keep telling him that I have no idea what it is, but he insists that I tell him since I'm a waiter and should know." Two handed the menu to One and pointed at a strange Hawaiian word he had never seen before. One shook his head.
"I don't know what it is either!"
"What do I do?" Two lowered his voice so the man couldn't hear them speak.
"Tell him anything." One whispered back.
"Anything?"
"Tell him that it's uh, tasty wheat or something. Anything! Just do it before the manager comes out here and kicks us both out for starting riots with the customers."
Two started to turn back to the table, but One tapped him on the shoulder.
"And, Two, if you start arguing with one more customer, I'll personally kick you out myself."
Two frowned.
"I suggest you change your attitude for the rest of the night. Otherwise you're going to get us both in a lot of trouble."
"Who says I need to change my attitude?!" Two gasped.
"I do! You've been irritable ever since we left to go on this crazy trip."
"I've been irritable?! What about you? You've been getting onto me for everything." Two's lip quivered.
"I'm sorry, Two, I guess I have been rather hard on you." One rubbed Two's shoulder to comfort him. "Now finish helping your customer."
One left to tend to someone who needed help with an order. Two sighed and turned back around to the guy he was taking the order of.
Several orders later found Two leaning against the doorway of the dining room, his arms crossed over his chest. One walked up to him.
"What's wrong?"
Two shrugged distastefully.
"There's an order waiting to be taken out to someone on the deck. C'mon and I'll go with you. I have an order out there too."
Two and One grabbed their trays and headed out the door to the tables they were to deliver the orders to.
"Hey you." the guy at the table said. Two sighed and turned back to him.
"Yes?"
"I said no mayonnaise!"
"I don't care."
"I don't want this!" the guy pushed the plate toward Two.
Two whipped out his razor and pointed it at the man.
"Tell it to the razor, okay?!"
One happened to be walking by and saw the situation. He gasped and grabbed onto Two's arm and yanked it behind him. Two had to keep from yelling from the pain.
"No no no, no threatening customers!" One said to Two while grinning at the man. "Sorry, sir, my brother didn't mean any harm. He's been under a lot of stress lately." One continued to grin while dragging Two along. In an area of the deck where they wouldn't be noticed, One snatched the razor away from Two.
"What's the matter with you?!" One said angrily, just above a whisper.
Two lowered his head and said nothing.
"We're here to work, not to terrorize the customers. That means no razors, no karate, no machine-guns, no phasing, no nothing of that kind. Got it?"
Two silently nodded his head that he understood.
"Ok, now let's get back to our work. You go over there and give that man the sandwich that he wants." One handed the razor back to Two.
"About time." Two grinned. One placed his shades on his face and reached for the doorknob.
"I think I have everything." One said as they both walked out and into the hallway. "Although, I keep thinking I've forgotten something." One mumbled, stopping on their way to the elevator.
The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant that this 'luau thing' was to be held at. The place was crowded with people. The Twins got out of the cab and One gave the cabby what money that was in his pocket. Two looked around them and down the beach area. Outside on the deck of the restaurant were many tables having small candles in the middle of them. Torches were stuck in the ground, giving the only light outside. In one corner down the beach, a stage set in the midst of everything where people dressed in Hawaiian clothing performed various forms of entertainment.
"Let's go in." One said after walking up to Two.
Once inside the restaurant, the Twins were met with an overly crowded dinning room. A waiter came up to them and took them to a small table in one of the corners. Perfect, they could be alone without worrying that they're going to attract attention. Opening the menus, the Twins looked at each other.
"How is a tourist supposed to know what all of this is if he can't read and understand Hawaiian words?" Two asked.
"Dunno. Just point out something and hope it's good I suppose." One shrugged.
"I don't want to do that. Who knows what you might end up with."
"Well just order steak."
The waiter returned to take the Twins' orders. Both ordered steaks prepared the same way. As an appetizer, the waiter brought out a platter of various fruits, some of which were familiar to the two while others weren't. Two picked up a piece of pineapple and sniffed at it. Evidently, the Twins had never seen or heard of a pineapple before.
"The waiter said that it's a pineapple." Two looked it over.
"Doesn't look like an apple to me." One titled his head a little.
"Hm, smells ok." Two sniffed again.
"Yeah, the lemonade smelt ok too, remember?" One smirked.
"Don't remind me." Two sighed.
Two took a bite and started to pucker again before actually swallowing it this time.
"Ack! Is everything here sour?!" He looked at One. Two placed the rest of the pineapple slice on his plate and looked at it as if it would move.
"Eat the pineapple." One said.
"I'm not eating the pineapple!"
"Eat it!"
"No! I refuse to eat the pineapple!" Two crossed his arms.
"You swallowed part of it so it can't be that sour."
"You eat it then." Two huffed.
"No!" One said, leaning back in his chair.
The rest of the evening went by in almost silence. The Twins weren't known for carrying on dinner conversations. After the Twins finished their meal, they both leaned back in their chairs and waited for the waiter to bring their check so they could go see what else these people did in this luau. The waiter finally brought the check and laid it on the table after clearing it of the dishes.
"You'll have to pay because I don't have any money with me." Two said, leaning his arms on the table. One reached into one of his coat pockets for his wallet, then stopped. He felt around in the many pockets of his coat and pants before slowly looking up at Two.
"What?" Two said.
"I think I just discovered what I forgot and left at the hotel."
Two's face went paler than it already was.
"You left your wallet there?" Two tried to keep his voice calm.
"Yes." One groaned.
"Do you have any money in your pockets?"
"No. I used that to pay the cabby."
Two groaned too.
"I guess we'll have to do some kind of work to pay for it." One got up and started making his way to the counter where you pay. Two followed.
"I'd like to see the manager." One told the guy behind the counter.
"What do you suppose we'll have to do?" Two nervously asked.
"Wash dishes I guess. That's what they usually make you do."
After the manager came out from the backroom, One told him about not having any money to pay. The manager, then, took them to the back where Two waited in a separate room that connected the kitchen to the main dinning room while One went into the manager's office. After a good three minutes or more, One slowly returned from the office, carrying something hidden behind his back, a serious look on his face. Two got up from the chair he was sitting in.
"So, what are we to do to pay for the meal?" he asked as One walked up to him.
"Wait on tables for the rest of tonight."
"That doesn't sound too bad." Two sighed. The look on One's face had him worried though. "One, what's wrong? Is there something I don't know yet?"
"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, there is." One sighed.
Two's eyebrows perked with interest as well as fear.
"The manager wants us to wear these." One took what he was holding out from behind his back and showed it to Two. Two's eyes bugged from behind his shades as he looked at the hula skirts and leis One held.
"What?!"
"I'm sorry but I had no choice. The manager told me it's this or else."
"You mean to tell me that we're going to have to actually wear these things? What kinda manager does this place have??"
"We just have to wear them for the rest of tonight."
Two cringed and walked away then walked up to One again.
"I don't like it anymore than you do, but I said I had no choice! Since I forgot to bring my wallet from the hotel, this is the only way we can pay for that meal. It's either that or wash dishes. The manager gave us a choice." One handed the skirt to Two, but he refused to take it. Two's frown lowered even more.
"You liar! You said you had no choice then you say that the manager gave us a choice between this and washing dishes."
One shrugged.
"I won't do it!" Two stamped the ground. One glared.
"You will too."
"I won't!"
"Will."
"Won't!"
"You will! Now stop acting like a five year old and come here!" One grabbed Two's arm and pulled him over to him.
"You can't make me! You can't make me put that ridiculous thing on!" Two jerked his arm away and started off toward the door leading to the manager's office.
"Where are you going?" One coldly asked.
"I'm going to wash dishes. At least it'll be less embarrassing."
"No you aren't." One grabbed Two's coat and pulled him back. "I told the manager that this is what we're going to do to pay, and he's already agreed to let us do it."
One placed his arms around Two and unfolded the green skirt he held and placed it around Two's waist.
"Please." Two whimpered. "This is so humiliating." Two looked in horror at the bushy green skirt that dangled over his lovely classy silver pants while his brother finished tying it.
"Oh hush."
"Wonder if something bad will happen?" Two continued to whine.
"Nothing bad is going to happen." One sighed.
"Well you've seen how the rest of our trip's gone so far."
"Two, stop whimpering and take the coat off. How do you expect me to tie this thing when the coat is in the way?"
Two grabbed hold of his coat, pulled it off and laid it across the back of one of the nearby chairs.
"Thank you." One sighed, pulling the skirt tighter around Two's waist. "There I think that will do it."
Two stepped back a little ways while looking over the horror that his brother had just placed on him.
"Yeeeeow!!! Two! Get off of my foot!" One screamed while pushing Two's back.
Two quickly stepped forward and turned around. One was down on one knee while rubbing the top of his foot through his white boot.
"What happened?" Two asked.
"You stepped on my foot with the thick heel of your boot, that's what happened." One said through gritted teeth.
"Sorry." Two whispered shyly.
Sighing, One got up and grabbed a lei strung with yellow flowers and shoved it at Two.
"Put it on! And no protesting this time." One firmly said, on the verge of getting very angry with his brother. Two slowly took the lei from One's hand and placed it over his head and around his neck, blushing while doing so.
"I feel like such an imbecile." Two mumbled running his fingers through the grass of the skirt he wore. He looked at a mirror across from him and cringed.
Two turned to One who now was dressed like him.
"We look like a couple of freaks!" Two said at seeing his twin. "A couple of bad programs dressed in silver pants, white boots, white vests and ties and gray shirts and wearing hula skirts and leis on top of it! We're going to be the laughingstock of the Matrix!"
"Will you shut up for once?" One snapped. Two coward. "Now take this tray and go wait on people." One said shoving the wood tray into Two's arms then throwing a note pad and pen on top of it.
"Wait on them to do what?" Two asked. One lifted his own tray in a threat to hit Two if he didn't get out. Two turned and ran out and through the two double doors that led into the dining area. One shook his head and sighed before descending out the same doors.
The place was packed with people. One could barely hear himself think much less hear anything else over all the talking and chattering and clinking of dishes going on around him. He scanned the dining room for Two and found him over at one of the tables to the far left. From where One stood it looked as though Two was in an argument with his customer. One pushed his way through the crowded room; another waiter bumped into him several times before he finally made it to Two's side.
"What's going on, Two?" One asked. Two turned a flustered face to One.
"This man wants me to tell him what this is. I keep telling him that I have no idea what it is, but he insists that I tell him since I'm a waiter and should know." Two handed the menu to One and pointed at a strange Hawaiian word he had never seen before. One shook his head.
"I don't know what it is either!"
"What do I do?" Two lowered his voice so the man couldn't hear them speak.
"Tell him anything." One whispered back.
"Anything?"
"Tell him that it's uh, tasty wheat or something. Anything! Just do it before the manager comes out here and kicks us both out for starting riots with the customers."
Two started to turn back to the table, but One tapped him on the shoulder.
"And, Two, if you start arguing with one more customer, I'll personally kick you out myself."
Two frowned.
"I suggest you change your attitude for the rest of the night. Otherwise you're going to get us both in a lot of trouble."
"Who says I need to change my attitude?!" Two gasped.
"I do! You've been irritable ever since we left to go on this crazy trip."
"I've been irritable?! What about you? You've been getting onto me for everything." Two's lip quivered.
"I'm sorry, Two, I guess I have been rather hard on you." One rubbed Two's shoulder to comfort him. "Now finish helping your customer."
One left to tend to someone who needed help with an order. Two sighed and turned back around to the guy he was taking the order of.
Several orders later found Two leaning against the doorway of the dining room, his arms crossed over his chest. One walked up to him.
"What's wrong?"
Two shrugged distastefully.
"There's an order waiting to be taken out to someone on the deck. C'mon and I'll go with you. I have an order out there too."
Two and One grabbed their trays and headed out the door to the tables they were to deliver the orders to.
"Hey you." the guy at the table said. Two sighed and turned back to him.
"Yes?"
"I said no mayonnaise!"
"I don't care."
"I don't want this!" the guy pushed the plate toward Two.
Two whipped out his razor and pointed it at the man.
"Tell it to the razor, okay?!"
One happened to be walking by and saw the situation. He gasped and grabbed onto Two's arm and yanked it behind him. Two had to keep from yelling from the pain.
"No no no, no threatening customers!" One said to Two while grinning at the man. "Sorry, sir, my brother didn't mean any harm. He's been under a lot of stress lately." One continued to grin while dragging Two along. In an area of the deck where they wouldn't be noticed, One snatched the razor away from Two.
"What's the matter with you?!" One said angrily, just above a whisper.
Two lowered his head and said nothing.
"We're here to work, not to terrorize the customers. That means no razors, no karate, no machine-guns, no phasing, no nothing of that kind. Got it?"
Two silently nodded his head that he understood.
"Ok, now let's get back to our work. You go over there and give that man the sandwich that he wants." One handed the razor back to Two.