AN: I was reading through my story on ff.net, and I realized that I had
accidentally left out a whole scene.yikes! So here's the missing scene. I
decided to post it just because I thought it was funny, and don't worry,
I'll update this story right away. It's on my To Do list, right behind
homework and studying. (
Mrs. Peel, Steed, Cassandra Elise, and Esteed arrived at the Cat and the Bird Inn for their evening dinner; Peter Peel having driven off in a huff after vowing vengeance. But, hey, that was an everyday occurrence for Steed and Mrs. Peel.
"What shall we have," Steed asked, after they were seated.
Cassandra Elise and Esteed exchanged glances. "If you'll excuse us," Esteed said. "We need to use the little ladies room."
Steed frowned and raised his eyebrows. "Both of you?"
"Well, you know what they say," Cassandra Elise joked. "Girls always go together." She pushed Esteed out of the booth and quickly walked her out of sight.
Esteed and Cassandra walked up to the maitre d' and whispered something to him.
"Of course, mademoiselles," he replied. "We can do that." Esteed smiled and slipped him a bill before walking away.
"I wonder where they could be," Mrs. Peel questioned aloud, twisting in her seat.
Steed took her hand. 'Calm down, Mrs. Peel. I'm sure the girls will be back at any moment." As the words left his mouth, the lights went out. Kaos reigned supreme! Whoops, wrong story.
The maitre d' came into the restaurant holding a flashlight. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "We seem to have lost power. As I speak, candles and matches are being distributed. We hope this doesn't impede your dining experience." Steed stifled a gasp as candlelight lit Mrs. Peel. She was so lovely.
Meanwhile, Steed and Cassandra Elise had gone to the bar.
"I'm sorry ladies," the bartender told them. "I can't serve you."
"We don't want alcohol," Esteed assured him. "Just Coca-cola."
"How do you know I wanted coke," Cassandra whispered.
Esteed shrugged. "Who doesn't?"
Steed cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose we should order." Mrs. Peel nodded her agreement. Steed snapped his fingers. Almost immediately a waiter appeared.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'll have the roast chicken with a side of rosemary baked potatoes," Steed replied.
"Mmm. That sounds delicious. I thin I'll have the same," Mrs. Peel said, handing the menu to the waiter.
"Hit me," Esteed yelled, slamming her glass down on the bar.
"I think you've had enough," Cassandra Elise told her.
"I'll tell you when I've had enough! Hit me!"
Cassandra considered this for a moment. She shrugged. "Okay," she replied, before punching Esteed in the arm.
"Ow!"
"It serves you right!"
"I did nothing to deserve that!"
"Oh, I suppose that-"
"Ladies," the bartender yelled. "I'm going to have to ask you to take this outside."
"Now look what you've done," Esteed muttered, as she walked out.
"Me?! What did I do," Cassandra Elise complained.
Mrs. Peel, Steed, Cassandra Elise, and Esteed arrived at the Cat and the Bird Inn for their evening dinner; Peter Peel having driven off in a huff after vowing vengeance. But, hey, that was an everyday occurrence for Steed and Mrs. Peel.
"What shall we have," Steed asked, after they were seated.
Cassandra Elise and Esteed exchanged glances. "If you'll excuse us," Esteed said. "We need to use the little ladies room."
Steed frowned and raised his eyebrows. "Both of you?"
"Well, you know what they say," Cassandra Elise joked. "Girls always go together." She pushed Esteed out of the booth and quickly walked her out of sight.
Esteed and Cassandra walked up to the maitre d' and whispered something to him.
"Of course, mademoiselles," he replied. "We can do that." Esteed smiled and slipped him a bill before walking away.
"I wonder where they could be," Mrs. Peel questioned aloud, twisting in her seat.
Steed took her hand. 'Calm down, Mrs. Peel. I'm sure the girls will be back at any moment." As the words left his mouth, the lights went out. Kaos reigned supreme! Whoops, wrong story.
The maitre d' came into the restaurant holding a flashlight. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "We seem to have lost power. As I speak, candles and matches are being distributed. We hope this doesn't impede your dining experience." Steed stifled a gasp as candlelight lit Mrs. Peel. She was so lovely.
Meanwhile, Steed and Cassandra Elise had gone to the bar.
"I'm sorry ladies," the bartender told them. "I can't serve you."
"We don't want alcohol," Esteed assured him. "Just Coca-cola."
"How do you know I wanted coke," Cassandra whispered.
Esteed shrugged. "Who doesn't?"
Steed cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose we should order." Mrs. Peel nodded her agreement. Steed snapped his fingers. Almost immediately a waiter appeared.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'll have the roast chicken with a side of rosemary baked potatoes," Steed replied.
"Mmm. That sounds delicious. I thin I'll have the same," Mrs. Peel said, handing the menu to the waiter.
"Hit me," Esteed yelled, slamming her glass down on the bar.
"I think you've had enough," Cassandra Elise told her.
"I'll tell you when I've had enough! Hit me!"
Cassandra considered this for a moment. She shrugged. "Okay," she replied, before punching Esteed in the arm.
"Ow!"
"It serves you right!"
"I did nothing to deserve that!"
"Oh, I suppose that-"
"Ladies," the bartender yelled. "I'm going to have to ask you to take this outside."
"Now look what you've done," Esteed muttered, as she walked out.
"Me?! What did I do," Cassandra Elise complained.