Niples \"Lawrence Llywelln Bowen?\"

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Parrott's was transformed. It looked like Lawrence Llywelln Bowin
(The Poofy Guy with Long Hair From Changing Rooms), had spent the
weekend there. There was a table sat in the middle of the room set
for two, candles, drapes and flowers were arranged around the table
and on most of the walls. Seductive music was playing in the
background. Dante had rushed off and was now back in his tuxedo that
he had worn on valentines. Dante gave the ambassador a big friendly
hug to say thank you almost killing the poor man. Now all that was
left was to wait for Aurora.
<end snip>
Where: Parrotts Bar / temporary posh restaurant
When: a few days ago
Who: Seymour, Dante, Aurora and Efof
The evening seemed to be going well for Dante and Aurora, Seymour
smiled a mushy grin as he watched the couple. His own dreams of
romance ended when Dante clicked his fingers at him for some
waitering service.
"What do you think I am?!" Muttered Niples "I'm a ROYAL Ambassador!"
Dante gave him a pleading look, then a look as if to show exactly
how hard he could flatten a royal ambassador.
Seymour sighed and then collared Efof who had just turned up for his
bar shift. "Table 1 needs serving." He said quickly to the alien
before scooting off into the kitchen.
Efof sighed and sulkily served the couple all night.
When the date had ended, Dante and Aurora exited Parrotts, and
squeezed through the rowdy crowd that had gathered outside.
"Good God Efof!" said Seymour noticing the crowd, "There is a bunch
of ruffians outside, you don't think… they want to come in do you?"
Efof glanced through the window "I guess so, they're chanting `beer,
beer, beer!'"
"We can't let them in yet, they'll ruin the décor! Hold them off for
a few minutes while I remove the flower arrangements- they'll look
splendid in my dining area!"
"Okay" Said Efof grabbing the baseball bat from behind the bar.
"No, no, no! Not like that, just… keep them talking."
Efof opened the door to address the crowd "Ladies and gentlehuman
things, we're not quite ready for opening at the minute… can you…
arghh!"
Efof was pushed backwards as the crowd of alcoholics barged in.
"Nooooo, they're treading on my 18th century Turkish rug…..!"
Seymour whined and tried to rescue the flower arrangements. "Excuse
me, you can't put your cigarettes ends in these vases you ruffian!"
Seymour snatched a set of flowers away. "And keep your grubby hands
off those plates, they're porcelain…. Oh my, I recognise you, you're
the tramp who sits outside the cash machine next to Marks &
Spencers!"
"Erm… I think you're confusing me mate, I'm a supervising technician
down on E deck…"
"Get away from me you commoner!" Seymour panicked and ran for his
life with the vase.
<OOC- short and sweet! And utterly pointless of course but I wanted
to post something!>