smashacademy | [013] - Audio/Video

[Some people would have been irritated to be known as 'Plus One' as opposed to by name. Voile didn't seem to mind, however. Most things didn't bother her like that. She wasn't so petty. If anything, she was wearing a bit of a sly smile.

'Madame.'

Her eyebrows lifted at Sonny, as if she didn't know what to make of that. She stayed at his side, though, and as she looked around, she continued.]

Fancy. Absolutely. I might be under dressed for this.

You look wonderful. Me? I wish I would of worn nicer shoes.

[Regretfully, he was wearing sneakers. At least they were clean.

A smiling young lady greeted them and took them directly to their table and presented them with a wine list. There were prices per glass and per bottle and they weren't terribly priced on the first side. The second side of the one panel menu was another story.]

Voile, did you want wine?

[He was right. But in comparison, Voile almost always looked nicer than Sonny, even when she only had a few hours of sleep. She thought about protesting, but also thought better of it.

After taking a seat, Voile did take a look at the wine list, mostly out of curiosity. Wine was a special occasion thing and while she knew there was some kind of rule about the age of consumption, she didn't know what it was at the academy and no such thing existed in Lilycove. Because Pokemon didn't drink wine, as far as she knew.

What would that even do to the system...?]

Ah... If you would like. I don't have too much of a preference. I don't know anything about wines, honestly. There was some prom one of the years, like two years ago, maybe. Might have been last year. Something like that. The punch was spiked, I guess. Marie was all kinds of sick. I've never had anything like it, or wine, so I guess I'm slightly concerned about how it would affect me?

Or maybe it wouldn't. [She shrugged, unable to truly say one way or the other.]

Woah, Marie got sick on prom punch!? Aww... I wish I would of known about it.

[Sonny would have LOVED a genuine reason to dote on little broter for a bit. Not that he particularly relished the idea of Marie getting sick. Still, he'd have enjoyed having an excuse to be there and be the Mother Hen he was inclined towards being.]

How about we try a sweet one? We'll tryyyy.... a Moscato?

[He looked at the waitress a little imploringly because really? He had no real idea about Wine either. Just what he'd picked up on cooking shows. He knew Moscato was a sweet white wine that paired nicely with dessert and spicy food.

The waitress nodded and took the menu back.]

Oh, and some water, too. Just in case.

[Because even if they didn't like the wine? Water would work to wet the whistle.]

Yeah... You weren't there. I mean, you were here at the academy, but you didn't go to prom. That was probably best.

[Mostly she remembered Marie being all kinds of jealous and going back to her room. Getting a little grabby. Asking her to stay by him. And him waking up in her bed the next morning when she was in the shower.

And inevitably freaking out about what he did the night before, to which Voile never actually defined. Just that he was 'fine,' mostly.]

And I'll try whatever you intend to get for us. [She flashes the waitress a little smile, who seemed to get Sonny's request without much issue.] Hopefully I don't do or say anything to make you regret that decision. It's like a learning experience for us both, too.

[He just nodded at that. Yes, he remembered skipping out on Prom. He hadn't wanted to make things awkward for anyone so had decided staying at home was the best idea. Apparently, judging by her comment, he'd been correct in that assumption. It had been a lonely night, but thankfully he'd spent most of it asleep.]

Hopefully this one will be a good choice!

[He laced his hands in front of him and looked around the restaurant. It really WAS fancy in here. And the waiters were dressed so nicely and the food smelled so good! He picked up the food menu and glanced through.]

There's a few really nice sounding dishes - Do you see anything you might want to get?

I'm sure it'll be fine.

[Which was easy to say considering she didn't know any better. But that just meant she'd be easier to satisfy. Something about being oblivious and ignorant meant that she was without the particular and finicky taste that a wine connoisseur held.

She skimmed over her menu with some interest.]

I hear his salads are amazing, so I'm tempted to order something like that. What were you going to get?

I'm going with the poached lobster tail!

[It was one of the pricier options. But heck, she was kind of right - this was a once in a lifetime thing, most likely. Why not go a little nuts?]

I've never had lobster before and there must be a reason it costs so much everywhere you see it! I bet it tastes magical.

Poached lobster tail...

[Lobster. A crustacean. And while Voile had never had it herself...] Isn't that a little expensive? Do you really make enough to cover this?

[Except he was ordering for him and not her, so she probably should have kept her mouth shut.]

I make enough!

[Sort of. He couldn't eat like this every week - Sale priced food was his favorite thing to find - but he had something of a nest egg set away for special occasions.]

You can try some of mine, if you want to? Have you ever had it before?

[She didn't ask, but his answer left an explanation to be desired. And ultimately she decided it really wasn't any of her business. His money was his. He was an adult and he could spend it however he wanted to.

~~Blackjack and hookers.~~

He opted for spoiling her. It was fairly selfless, really.]

O-oh, no. I mean. Uh... I get the feeling it's like eating a person. Or a pokemon. Like it's a living thing, right? It once had a heart and a soul. Maybe it was in love. Maybe it got taken from its mate or its family. It's hard for me to eat living things because of that.

[~~Absolutely blackjack and hookers.~~

She was probably right. But Sonny was omnivorous by nature. He couldn't help it, really. Chances were high that with his metabolism he'd have serious health issues if he tried to follow in Vinnie's footsteps.

...still. He could set that aside for this evening. It wasn't like he couldn't eat a ham or two when he got back to school.

The waitress came back with the wine and two glasses. What would they like to order, if they'd decided?]

I'm going to have the pumpkin ravioli.

[Her eyebrows shot up when he placed his order, but she decided to wait before she addressed it. Turning her attention onto the waitress, she folded up her menu and offered it over as she spoke up.]

The Waldorf salad, light on the walnuts, and replace the raisins with cranberries, please. If it's not too much trouble.

[And it probably was. A little. But alas, Voile and her finicky tastes.]

[If the Waitresses nod was any indication, it wasn't so much trouble as warranted mention. She wrote down the orders, uncorked the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into each glass before gliding away.]

Well, she seems nice! Not very talkative, but probably she's busy.

[Voile gave a slow nod, rather attentive on the waitress.]

There are more than a few theories that can be given to someone who's not very talkative. Not saying they'd be right, but it'd hard to pin down one or two. She didn't stay long enough for me to personally pry, which is probably for the best. But you're probably right.

Working in a restaurant seems to have employees on the go-go-go. Like when I was working for Seth at the host club. I was always kept busy. It seems sort of unforgiving. I hope she makes what she deserves to.

I'll make sure to give her a nice tip on the check.

[Well. Nice by his own standards - he probably couldn't do 20% on this particular tab. But he'd write a nice note on the receipt and shoot for 15%. Hopefully that would be OK.]

I bet you were busy doing those! I hope it was at least a lot of fun for you. I don't think I move fast enough to do something like that really well? I think I'll stick to enjoying it from this side.

I think that would be nice. [At the very least. Although as she was thinking about it, she imagined she could weasel through her coin purse and help with tip. In fact, she was going to anyway, and most likely at a moment when Sonny wasn't paying attention.]

I did like working the host clubs. [Voile nodded and she reached over for her glass of wine and marveled at the deep colour.] I'd meant to be holding some for the seasons, but I almost feel like there's some lingering bitterness. Considering, after all, it was Seth who was running them. After what he was doing, people might think the host clubs always have an ulterior motive.

But mark me, I will put together another one. Maybe another joint with the contest hall.

I don't think anyone could think that about you though! Maybe Seth, sure. I mean, I met him a couple times and he seemed so nice? I was really surprised when I found out what sort of things he was doing. But everyone knows you wouldn't be mixed up in things that way. I wouldn't worry about it, OK?

[He picked up his own wine glass, took a sip, and found he quite liked it. Mmm!]

I hope you DO make one some time soon. Maybe your new one would help people forget about their feelings to do with Seth? Then, they could just think of the fun they had at those host clubs instead of associating it with the bad stuff.

[Anytime someone spoke badly of Seth, Voile tensed up. There remained with her a lot of denial where the Persian was concerned. Even though she saw it all. Even though there was really no way to refute it. Seth certainly had done some less than good things.

But maybe the intents were good. He'd seemed like such a wonderful man.

A little uncomfortable by the notion, she dipped her head to eye her glass of wine.]

Seth may have done some questionable things, but he knew how to run a host club. I can't make one as wonderful as his were, but I can still make something more than worthy. I think, anyway.

[Strangely enough, and if Voile was trying to sense it, Sonny's levels of ill-will towards Seth were fairly low. Of course he was upset at the idea of a drug dealing, false identity having, shadow bug injecting guy who would throw a little kid off of a roof. That wasn't cool on any level. But he was aggravated by the idea of all this more than he was aggravated by the actual person. As he'd said, the few times he'd interacted with Seth, he'd actually quite liked him. He'd seemed to be a nice roomie for Bulba, a good conversationalist, pleasant and kind. It was hard to think all of that was an act, even when it so obviously was.]

I think you could make one just as wonderful. You're really smart, and you know a lot about that stuff. I think you could do anything you set your mind to - And there's plenty of people who would love to help you, too! Remember when you put together Bulba's surprise Birthday party? It's not quite a host club, but it was still pretty great!

[He'd been on Balloon Duty. His lungs had never gotten quite so strenuous a workout as that day.]

I do know a lot about that stuff. [Again, with thanks to Seth. The man had never been lacking with information when it came to situations like that.] And yes, I do remember Bulba's potluck as well. I'm not really the same person I was back then.

But on the other hand, I don't know unless I try. I'll find the time to put something together. Thank you, for being so confident in me, Sonny.

[She offered over to him a smile.]

[He was always smiling at her. There's barely any point where he isn't offering her a smile and more usually, a full on grin.]

I always believe in you. You don't have to thank me. And I think I still am the same person who helped at Bulba's potluck, but that's OK. I have less time than you to have changed. I mean, you had a whole extra year, after all.

[It almost stung to hear him bring up the year gap once more. Most of the time she tried to pretend it didn't exist. But fact of the matter was that it did. So eying him with some silent reverence for older days and wistful nostalgia, she finally nodded.]

I suppose I'd best not disappoint you, or my other loyal fans then. I'll give it some thought.

[He often thought about that year long distance between them. Every so often, he'd lay awake at night wondering if it came down to it and he had the option to do it all over again, knowing what he did now, would he have even taken Chika home? Or let her go by herself. What kind of man did he want to be? A good Boyfriend, or a good Brother and did picking one necessarily mean he wasn't the other?

And when something is keeping a Snorlax awake at night.... well, you know for a fact it is some heavy, industrial grade, titanium coated, double reinforced Issue Type Stuff.]

I'm glad you will. Don't forget to let me know if you need help setting things up, OK? Or doing any cooking - I've gotten a LOT better at cooking since the last host club.

[She'd expected his offer. And as much as the independent part of her wanted to turn it down, she didn't protest or reject it. In fact, she simply nodded along.]

Yes. Of course, Sonny. If I need anything at all, I'll speak up. Provided it's something I can't do myself.

[And considering Knuckles had taken his leave with Goombella, she realised Sonny could be useful for heavy lifting. And knowing him, he'd be thrilled just to be practical to her.]

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MOSCATO IS THE BEST CHOICE. THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME BEING AT THE BOTTOM OF A BOTTLE OF IT.

I love Moscato so, so much. X)c

ME TOO. But then I like most wines.

I've only met a few I didn't like!

I think that's how wine feels about me. I am an enemy to all wines.

No, I'm sure Wine loves to be drunk! It's like you're sending it home!

Home to my belly.

Exactly! Home sweet stomach.

Om nom nom. I'm drinking red moscato tonight, thanks to you.

I am happy to have been a part of a positive choice for you!

You are part of many positive choices for me. :>

A-Aww! X)

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