Diversions: Hungry
“Miss Welles, will you please pull your chair forward, I'm unable to get past you,” griped the hungry Professor as he pulled in his gut once more.
“I'm as far in as possible,” Wade retorted, not budging one more millimeter.
“Gentlemen,” the Professor growled, “can you pull the table toward you so that Miss Welles can move out of my way?”
Quinn and Remmy eyed each other then looked behind. It was going to be a long night at the all you can eat buffet.
“Professor, this was the only table available and you wanted it,” Quinn replied. “We could have waited, but you didn't want to.”
Remmy added, “I told you that I should sit with Wade since those chairs were against the wall, but you didn't hear of it. You only heard your stomach. Besides these tables are bolted to the floor.”
The Professor tried to squeeze by Wade once more. It was unsuccessful once again. “Mr. Mallory and Mr. Brown, I was doing you both a favor because I didn't want to hear your moaning on this world. You both complained sitting next to Wade.”
“What? What complaints?” Wade's accusing stare made Remmy and Quinn uncomfortable. “Spit it out or my feet are going to hurt you both. I'm close enough to both of you. Which one of you want to be Sonny and the other Cher?”
“It would be wise to listen to her.” The Professor pushed at the table once again. It didn't move.
“Speaking of which, don't patronize me, Fat Boy!”
The shrillness of her voice pissed off the Professor. “See here, Miss Welles! I was being polite. I could very well pushed you out of the way, but I am a gentleman.”
“Try it and you'll find my feet up your ass too!” Wade rose from her chair and stared at the Professor.
Quinn tried defusing the situation. “Keep it down you two, everyone's looking.”
“Guys, this isn't looking good. For all we know they put you on death row for starting something at a restaurant.” Remmy looked around and smiled at the concerned people.
“Well?” Wade stared coolly at the Professor.
“Don't take that tone with me, young lady,” the Professor pointed at her.
“I'm not one of your students that you can berate, belittle and push around,” Wade spat back.
The Professor growled, “No, you are not because if you were, I'd get you expelled for your impudence!”
“Wade, Professor, sit down!” ordered a desperate Quinn.
“Not before I get something to eat! I haven't eaten in 19 hours! I'm not sliding off this world without anything to eat!” *SPLAT*
The Professor was about to push Wade out of the way when something hit him. Laughter broke out all around him.
The Professor ran his right index finger down his right cheek and looked at what had hit him. He tasted it and smiled, his anger evaporated.
“BRIE! Go Lord, we've found paradise!”
“Well, paradise is now closed,” said the French waiter that was now standing next to Quinn.
“But, we didn't get to eat yet!” complained the Professor.
“Well, you had your chance, but you decided to argue instead. Get out, we don't serve the English.” The waiter pointed to the door.
Wade got out of the Professor's way as he stormed by the waiter. “Damn you French and your wretched cooking. Probably give me gas. Come along, we'll find another place to eat.”
Remmy, Wade and Quinn smiled as the Professor went through the front door.
“Now we can eat in peace.”
“Amen to that.”
“Guys, he forgot his wallet.” Wade held up her newly found treasure.
“He'll be back,” groused Quinn as he grabbed a plate.
“Remmy, where's the nearest ATM?” Wade asked, looking through the wallet.
“Down the street, why?” asked a concerned Remmy.
“This isn't his wallet, it's yours and your card is gone.”
“Damn.” Remmy ran out, pushing everyone out of the way.
“So is there any money in there or are we going to have to wash dishes for the rest of the night?”
Wade smiled. “More than enough.” She pulled out Remmy's ATM card. “And I know his number.”
Quinn smirked. “That's why I love you Wade!”
“Prove it!” cajoled Wade, an evil smile made it's appearance.
Quinn tugged at his collar. “Uh, how?”
“You know.”
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