::||The Terrible Two||::
"The Restaurant"
"Move it ya old man!!" Lynx and Pyro shouted, making there way through the crowds, pushing and shoving anyone who was in there way. Just then they both stopped immediately as a police officer blocked there way.
"Uhh... excuse me.." Lynx snapped, as her hand began to form a fist. Pyro noticed the agitation growing within Lynx, and quickly asked the police officer what he wanted.
"You guys are violating rule # 422 in the L.A rule handbook, you may not.."
"What are you talking about!?" Lynx interrupted. "Your just makin things up, first of all there is no rules # 422, second if there was... do you really think that I am going to seriously follow them? Third, there is no such thing as an L.A rule handbook, and last and definitely not least, I don't care!"
The police officer stood silent, as Lynx began her lecture. "Sorry Ma'am I didn't know you felt so strongly about made up rules.. I shall never do it again." With that said, he saluted to the both of them and ran off into his little insignificant car and drove off.
Pyro gave Lynx an odd look and then began to laugh, "That was great!" She smirked, and replied. "I know."
Within a matter of minutes the two teenagers arrived at a small restaurant, and found a table and sat down, waiting for someone to wait on them. "Mmm...smells good in here.." Pyro said, as drool fell from his huge mouth. Lynx looked at him in disgust, "Pyro...it smells like crap in here..."
"Oh..my bad.."
"Yeah your right, it is YOUR bad."
"Man where is the menu!?" Pyro complained. "I wanna see what they got in this place!' Pyro closed his eyes and concentrated, putting out one of his hands. "Menu." He commanded, as blue and white orbs formed in his palm, then fading away leaving a menu in his hand. "There we go..."
"Woah!" Lynx exclaimed, "Thats a cool power!"
"Yeah, it's called tele-orbing."
Lynx glanced around looking for a waiter, "Damn, I am getting impatient." She snapped her hands, "HEY CAN WE GET SOME FOOD HERE!?!?" She shouted, as everyone around them stared at them. "Hey what do I look like a freak!?" She thought for a minute then corrected herself. "Ok...scratch that, don't answer that question...."
Pyro broke out in laughter, breaking the silence. "So I can safely say, that you are a responsible teenager who always uses there manners..."
"You got that right..."
Finally a waiter came up to them, he was dressed in all black and had a white apron on, and wore a chef hat. He spoke in a low stupid voice. "Hello, how may I help you..?"
"Uh...you can start off by getting me some food maybe!? How bout that!?!?" Lynx said, slamming her fist into the table.
"I have a question," Pyro said. "How come your dressed like a chef..??"
He hesitated that answered his question. "Because we are a little short on waiters so I am filling in for the moment."
"That's lame.."
"Sure is so what do u want, oh and by the way how is your day today?"
Lynx nearly fell off her chair, but instead chose to strangle him. "I WANT SOME CHICKEN FINGERS, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS I COME HERE ALMOST EVERY DAY AND WE GO THROUGH THIS EVERY DAY I DIDNT COME HERE TO BE SOCIAL SO GIVE ME MY FOOD!!"
"Lynx, lynx calm down.. no need to be so cranky.." He said, lifting up his hands in defense.
"Calm down...calm down?? What are you talkin about, I am calm. This is normal for me, your lucky you caught me on a good day..."
"Oh that's good to know...."
"The Restaurant"
"Move it ya old man!!" Lynx and Pyro shouted, making there way through the crowds, pushing and shoving anyone who was in there way. Just then they both stopped immediately as a police officer blocked there way.
"Uhh... excuse me.." Lynx snapped, as her hand began to form a fist. Pyro noticed the agitation growing within Lynx, and quickly asked the police officer what he wanted.
"You guys are violating rule # 422 in the L.A rule handbook, you may not.."
"What are you talking about!?" Lynx interrupted. "Your just makin things up, first of all there is no rules # 422, second if there was... do you really think that I am going to seriously follow them? Third, there is no such thing as an L.A rule handbook, and last and definitely not least, I don't care!"
The police officer stood silent, as Lynx began her lecture. "Sorry Ma'am I didn't know you felt so strongly about made up rules.. I shall never do it again." With that said, he saluted to the both of them and ran off into his little insignificant car and drove off.
Pyro gave Lynx an odd look and then began to laugh, "That was great!" She smirked, and replied. "I know."
Within a matter of minutes the two teenagers arrived at a small restaurant, and found a table and sat down, waiting for someone to wait on them. "Mmm...smells good in here.." Pyro said, as drool fell from his huge mouth. Lynx looked at him in disgust, "Pyro...it smells like crap in here..."
"Oh..my bad.."
"Yeah your right, it is YOUR bad."
"Man where is the menu!?" Pyro complained. "I wanna see what they got in this place!' Pyro closed his eyes and concentrated, putting out one of his hands. "Menu." He commanded, as blue and white orbs formed in his palm, then fading away leaving a menu in his hand. "There we go..."
"Woah!" Lynx exclaimed, "Thats a cool power!"
"Yeah, it's called tele-orbing."
Lynx glanced around looking for a waiter, "Damn, I am getting impatient." She snapped her hands, "HEY CAN WE GET SOME FOOD HERE!?!?" She shouted, as everyone around them stared at them. "Hey what do I look like a freak!?" She thought for a minute then corrected herself. "Ok...scratch that, don't answer that question...."
Pyro broke out in laughter, breaking the silence. "So I can safely say, that you are a responsible teenager who always uses there manners..."
"You got that right..."
Finally a waiter came up to them, he was dressed in all black and had a white apron on, and wore a chef hat. He spoke in a low stupid voice. "Hello, how may I help you..?"
"Uh...you can start off by getting me some food maybe!? How bout that!?!?" Lynx said, slamming her fist into the table.
"I have a question," Pyro said. "How come your dressed like a chef..??"
He hesitated that answered his question. "Because we are a little short on waiters so I am filling in for the moment."
"That's lame.."
"Sure is so what do u want, oh and by the way how is your day today?"
Lynx nearly fell off her chair, but instead chose to strangle him. "I WANT SOME CHICKEN FINGERS, YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS I COME HERE ALMOST EVERY DAY AND WE GO THROUGH THIS EVERY DAY I DIDNT COME HERE TO BE SOCIAL SO GIVE ME MY FOOD!!"
"Lynx, lynx calm down.. no need to be so cranky.." He said, lifting up his hands in defense.
"Calm down...calm down?? What are you talkin about, I am calm. This is normal for me, your lucky you caught me on a good day..."
"Oh that's good to know...."