The restaurant was the hardest mission raven had ever gone on. Since she had no reservation, she would be forced to hide on the roof. Alone it wouldn't be too hard, but the sun was shinning and it was a cloudless sky. Then there was the fact that the owners had just put tar on the roof, too bad for Raven there was no sign.
"Robin nod if you hear me, I repeat nod if you hear me." Robin just kept walking to the table as if he hadn't herd a word, so raven pressed the only button that was on the radio.
"What the heck!" Yep, now it was on. All it did to robin was electrocute him.
"Robin pull up her chair and take off your jacket. When the waiter comes use sir or mam as a show of your respect to all. Complement her on her outfit and her hair." Even though Robin couldn't tell the difference he still did as was instructed and she warmed up to him. Their conversation was cut short however for the waiter had arrived with there menus. Raven read robin's mind.
"If menu doesn't have prices on it says that means the restaurant is respectable, and expensive. Order something that won't make a mess, and eat the salad." Once that task of ordering the food was done the two started to exchange flirts. Raven felt as if she would puke, for neither teen was good at flirting. It was a relief when the salads arrived.
"Use the fork on the far right. No! Your other right! sigh Pick it up. No! Don't use it! Just use the other fork. Chew with your mouth closed, and talk after you've swallowed. What the &#!" Robin choked on the half of a salad that was in his mouth, as raven tried to move her feet. In her frustration she blew up robin's salad bowl, sending it's contents everywhere. In fact some even landed on raven!
After all had recovered from the flying appetizer, the main cores had arrived. Little did robin know that it was supposed to be green?
"Robin what are you doing that is you order, it's supposed to be green. Good thing you didn't order the extra spicy kind, cause Mexico has nothing on the spiciness of Indian foods." How bad could spicy possibly be thought Robin. Robin thought wrong, very, wrong. The moment his food touched his tong, his mouth was on fire. He ran around, stop dropped and rolled, but in the end the thing that made him con to his scenes was a suspended glass of water that was put in front of his face.
"Real smart, Robin. You'll be lucky if she doesn't quit the team." Robin got all red at this remark, and began to growl at no one in particular. The rest of the main cores went pretty smoothly, except robin needed a glass of water for every bite. Also for every bite he would jump and twitch a little.
While the teens waited for the waiter to come back and take their plates, robin excused himself and jogged to the bathroom. Once at his destination he rushed to the sink and ran the water on his tonge.
"First time at an Indian place too," asked another teen who had been washing out he mouth. Both exchanged knowing glances, and exited the only safe pace in the restaurant. Once out the door both stopped in front of a girl with tinted purple hair, blue/purple eyes, and a dark outfit on.
"R-raven w-what are you doing in here? Nice shoes by the way." She was barefoot because she still couldn't get her shoes off of the roof, and she looked pissed.
"Shoes that you will buy me tomorrow. I came to say that instead of getting desert here you should go someplace else, with more selection," and seeing the look on robins face she added, "and better prices."
"Thanks for the advice raven and I will." With that he ran out to a star.
"So, got any advice for me," said the guy from the bathroom.
"No." With that she turned and left for her shoes.