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ACE ATTORNEY SCRAPBOOK
Chapter 20: Doomed
Case Tag: Post 3-5 (Bridge to the Turnabout)
Quote: User Suggested Prompt!
Gumshoe:
I made reservations at a first class French restaurant tonight!
February 10, 2019, 7:00pm
Tres Bien Restaurant
He hadn't planned on going until Maya and Pearls dragged him by the hand (literally). Phoenix Wright sighed as he looked up at the ginormous glittery letters that displayed the name of the restaurant for all to see: Tres Bien. Just looking at the place made his stomach churn, for reasons even beyond the garish and over the top décor.
"Come on, Nick!" Maya rushed past him, Pearls on her heels. "Let's go! I'm starving!"
"Look, Mystic Maya!" Pearls pointed inside the restaurant as she looked through the glass doors. "There's Mr. Scruffy Detective!"
Detective Dick Gumshoe, to celebrate the conclusion of the case and Maya's rescue, made reservations for everyone at what he deemed to be a "first class French restaurant." If he only knew. Maybe that was just his way of trying to get Miles Edgeworth, his trusted business associate, to come out with all of them; for the refined prosecutor, though he had loosened up quite a bit, he still preferred the finer things, including dining. Ah, well. Even if the food at the restaurant tasted like it had been picked out of the dumpster four days ago, it was sure to be a fun night hanging out with his good friends, right?
The girls had already headed inside, so Nick figured he should probably catch up with them before Maya and Pearls got into too much trouble (again). Letting the front door to the restaurant close behind him, he heard it immediately open again.
"What a foolish fool with no manners," a woman's voice commented.
"Leave it to Wright to have absolutely no common courtesy," a man's voice agreed.
Turning around, Nick saw Franziska von Karma and Edgeworth behind him.
"Weren't you taught that it is polite for a gentleman to hold a door open for a lady?" Edgeworth chided him.
He opened the door to allow Franziska to enter, following her moments later.
"I'm surprised to see you two here," Nick commented as the three of them entered into the lobby.
Edgeworth cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed at this fact. Franziska looked as though she was about to give him an appetizer full of whip.
"Well," Edgeworth stumbled to find the words. "I, ergo, *throat clear*, Franziska and I, since we were a part of this case, thought we would join Ms. Fey in celebrating her safe return and her not guilty verdict."
Nick smiled. Oh, Edgeworth. Couldn't you just come out and say that you just wanted to spend time with your friends?
"Well, I'm glad you decided to come," he said instead.
"Hey, Wright!" Gumshoe waved him over, his over-enthusiastic gesture nearly knocking over the chandelier hanging above the table where he, Maya and Pearls were seated. "Come on over!"
The good detective's eyes shown brightly and his chest puffed out with pride when he saw Edgeworth and Franziska behind the blue clad attorney. They actually came!
The three lawyers slid into the empty chairs at the table and began perusing the menu. Maya, meanwhile, was making her way through the basket of rolls that had been delivered to the table a few minutes prior. Nick winced as he watched her chomp on the hard-as-rock bread, hoping he didn't have to rush her to the dentist for an emergency broken tooth repair job.
Yep. Just like he thought earlier when Gumshoe announced the reservations, Nick knew this dinner was doomed.
"Bounjour, mon aimes!" a very flamboyant and shrill voice called out.
Nick's skin began to crawl. It was Jean Armstrong. Yep. Doomed.
"Ah! It is monsieur handsome lawyer and," Armstrong stopped mid-sentence and mid-twirl on his way out from the kitchen, his eyes leaving Nick's face and traveling to another person in the table. "Mon dieu! Who is this gorgeous gentleman?"
Nick's eyes followed Armstrong's, coming to rest on the individual sitting next to him. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from bursting out laughing. Edgeworth, however, noticed Nick's expression and instantly flushed a shade of red that mirrored that of his trademark suits.
Things were about to get interesting.
"Yeah, I can't do this," Edgeworth declared, removing his dinner napkin from his lap and placing it on the table as he rose from the chair.
"Wait, Mr. Edgeworth! You can't leave yet!" Gumshoe stated, his halo of ignorance preventing him from reading into why Edgeworth was so eager to leave. "We're just about to order!"
If Gumshoe made it out of this evening alive, it would be a miracle.
Nick looked back and forth between Gumshoe and Edgeworth before taking a peek at Armstrong who, in all his pink glory, winked and blew a kiss at the frilly prosecutor, a la Miss April May, the witness in a case a few years ago. With that gesture, the spiky haired man could no longer contain himself and burst out laughing. That earned him a death glare from Edgeworth and a full helping of whip from Franziska.
It was just like he thought. Doomed. Well, except he was the one who was doomed, not the evening. It probably wasn't going to end well for him, but it was definitely going to be oh so worth it.
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