Niples+Butts-"Curry night"

Seymour Niples, Seymour Butts and Efof
Our Blue Dwarf’s Promenade
That hungering midnight hour, time for a curry!
 
Butts had reluctantly forced Seymour to do something “normal” and go for a curry. Unfortunately there seemed to be a gaping hole in the Promenade of this universes Blue Dwarf, so they all went back to the original BD.
They found a small Indian Restaurant nestled between a gaybar and a closed down club with its windows boarded up.
 
“I’m not sure about this….” Seymour whined. “This is almost on the bad side of the Promenade, where people listen to gangster music and wear baggy sports wear with chains.”
 
“Don’t worry!” This is a perfectly good Tandori restaurant, we have one on our BD, I go there all of the time.” Reassured Butts, who had made an effort to get dressed up and was now wearing a checked shirt that for some reason Niples thought made him look like he owned a Fiesta. Niples tried to walk as far behind Butts as possible in case they met anyone he knew.
 
“Oooh I went in there once!!” Efof happily pointed out the gaybar next door. “They were all so friendly and welcoming! Odd facial hair though…”
Both Seymours raised eyebrows. “Erm… Efof…….” They both said.
“Yep?”
“eeer… nevermind.”
 
The Tandori was in need of desperate decoration, and Niples was very vocal about pointing this out. “Uuuugh, the floor’s sticky, lets go- they obviously know nothing about hygene!”
“Its okay, they don’t cook the food on the floor.” Butts said, sitting them down on to a table. “Besides, what dunt kill ya makes you stronger!”
“Right that’s it I’m leaving…” The Ambassador said getting up.
 
Butts sat him down again and ordered something spicy for all of them. The waiter plonked (as ‘plonked’ is the most accurate term to use) their orders on the table in polystyrene trays.
“Ermm, excuse me…” Niples started. “Do we get no knives and forks? And could  I have some red wine, aged at least-”
Seymour Butts made the motion that he should be quiet. “It’ll be rate!” He said in his broad Northern accent.
“-But I demand some decent wine with my meal!” Kicked off Niples.
 
“whats that spinning meat thing…” Efof asked himself curiously. “and whats all that grease coming from that vent?”
If Seymour had a napkin he would have dramatically thrown it on the table, but he didn’t so he scraped the chair loudly on the sticky white floor.
 
Just then, a very distressed Jay Chrysler staggered through the open door.
“Y’lright mate?” Asked Butts.
“Good grief man! What happened?” Asked Niples.
 
“Whitewolf!” Jay panted. “He’s pissed we left him in 1984! He just tried to kill me!”
“That’s terrible, here have a glass or wat-”
Niples was cut off as Seymour Butts sprang into action. “I know just what to do, this calls for immediate action!” he forced Jay to sit down oat the table and clicked his fingers. “Waiter, an emergency Vindaloo please! And make it a hot one!”
 
Jay grinned.
 
<OOC-Hope you dont mind me cutting in a little bit Andy, I thought Jay needed a curry :-) >
 
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