[EVENT] RUDE WAITERS

[MASASHI JIRO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF;] ❝ J iro was actually excited about the whole student affair, not that the tough guy would ever admit that he was anticipating going to a social mixer with his best friend, Sayuri. Well, this was his chance to doll himself up, and show himself off. So, Jiro went all out the day before, taking his credit card, which he had been saving money on for an emergency just like this. He bought a new dress, nail polish, and some makeup. He really bought anything he thought that he may need to get himself ready. Though, it wasn’t like he had bought all new things to wear tonight. No, his black two inch heels were old. Why would anyone buy heels the day before an event anyway? That shit needed to be broken in. Jiro’s hair was up, in some elaborate fashion, a flower tied into his hair. He patted the imaginary crumbles off his short red dress. He drummed his black fingernails against the wall as he waited for his date. Anticipation was truly taking over, and Jiro felt those ‘butterflies’ in his stomach that he normally felt before something, like a fight or maybe getting some sort of magic, no matter how basic right. Nerves caused him to go through his purse, reaching for his orange cell phone, and he flipped it opened. He flipped through his old text messages, dating back to three months ago. He realized that there was really no point for his actions; he just didn’t want to look silly, standing on the side of the ballroom waiting for his date. He flipped it closed, and placed it back in his purse. He moved to the punchbowl, and grabbed a cup and the spoon and poured some into his cup. A man walked past, carrying a tray of some kind of food Jiro had never seen before. He tapped the man on the shoulder, causing his attention to focus on the red haired warlock. ”What is that?” Now the waiter raised an eyebrow, and gave Jiro almost a look of disgust. ”How do you not know?” ”I just don’t. Bite me bitch.” Now the waiter just looked horrified. Whatever. Jiro looked away and the waiter started walking, the waiter ended up missing Jiro’s outstretched leg, causing the man to drop his platter of food, and causing him to fall right into it. Jiro put his cup to his lips, and brought his leg back taking a tiny sip of his drink. It tasted strange; actually it had a hint of alcohol. Did someone spike the punch? He took another sip, yeah, it was spiked. The waiter arose, glaring daggers at Jiro, his face covered in whatever elegant food he was serving. His expression plus his face covered in food caused Jiro to erupt into a fit of laughter. ”You look fucking retarded!” ”You think this is funny?” The waiter asked, his voice draped with venom. ”Oh fuck.” Oh shit Jiro needed to breathe, he was laughing so hard. ”Yes! It’s fucking hilarious!” Jiro could feel tears coming to the corners of his green eyes. ”Well, Miss; you are just disgusting.” The waiter pulled out a handkerchief and used it to wipe the food off his face. Jiro’s laughter was dying down. ”Whatever, now shoo, I have a date to go greet, maybe you’ll get your head out of your ass next time we meet, yeah? If that violence equals expulsion rule wasn’t around – well, let’s just say, you’d be in worst shape than just food on your face.”

[/color] Jiro was serious now. He grabbed his cup, and walked back to the entryway of the ballroom. He couldn’t wait to see what Sayuri was wearing, he just hoped they matched or well, hopefully did.

“Oh shit, Sayuri, you look amazing.”
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,425,true] MADE BY AYU OF BACK TO NEVERLAND [x] WORDS 612 TAGS sayuri, open NOTES this fails so bad. sorry, i'm running on like no sleep. ;a;

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[FUJIOKA SAYURI]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; width: 500px, bTable][cs=2][style=background-color: #fff; width: 490px; padding: 5px;][style=font-family: arial; font-size: 23px; font-weight: bold; color: #494949; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: #f1f1f1 1px 1px 2px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: right;] UNDERNEATH THE MOON THE STARS,[/style][style=background-color: #494949; width: 490px; height: 25px;][style=font-family: arial; color: #fff; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; text-align: left; text-shadow: #333333 1px 1px 2px; padding-top: 4px; padding-left: 5px;]HERE'S A LITTLE HEART FOR YOU[/style][/style]

[atrb=style, width: 350px; background-color: #fff;][style=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9.2px; color: #494949; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; line-height: 12px;] [style=background-color: #494949; padding: 2px; height: 100px; width: 100px; opacity: 0.8; margin-right: 5px; float: left;][/style] If she was truly honest with herself, Sayuri was dreading the whole social mixer event. He distaste for the male population who attended the school next door was apparent enough; and the idea of having to be civil with those monkeys made her sick. However, considering her position with the student council, there was no ifs or buts about coming. Immediately, she had contacted her good friend Jiro in regards to the whole event when she first heard that she had to bring a date. Sayuri was not uncomfortable with admitting that Jiro was the only male he was on good terms with at the moment, and seeing as she cared for her old friend, Sayuri was willing to play a little game with him. Wrapping her chest with bandages and inwardly thanking that her chest wasn't that... big, she stared at her own reflection in the mirror with a bland expression. Picking up strands of her hair and staring at it as if it was the first time she had seen hair before in her life, the seventeen year old witch grumbled. Although she could pull off a hairstyle that involved her long hair, she doubted it would look good next to Jiro. She treasured the boy, and she hoped at least someone's experience of the social mixer would be a pleasant one. Sighing, she picked up her wand and twirled it around her head, mumbling a mix of words surely no common human would be able to pronounce correctly. When the blonde girl opened her eyes again, her hair was now short, and finally she was looking somewhat like a boy. It was her first time dressing up as a member of the opposite sex and it felt weird, to say the least. Slipping on a casual white shirt with a ribbon to go underneath it, she also shrugged into a black suit jacket before marvelling at her reflection in the mirror. Ignoring her feminine face shape, she could pass as a guy; or at least, she hoped she could. Otherwise all this trouble would have gone to waste. Looking at the clock hung up in her room, Sayuri slipped on the trousers and socks, deciding she was now ready and could now go and meet Jiro, who no doubt would be looking astonishing during this party. She arrived at the hotel without a hitch, quickly moving past the psychotic woman to her right that was currently swooning over the male guests that wanted to store their coats in the cloak room. Oh, right. There were still those kind of people on Earth. Sayuri shook her head courtly, glad she did not catch the attention of the silly woman. Entering the ballroom swiftly, she stood, looking around the ballroom wondering where Jiro was. Having being unsuccessful in spotting the male, she returned to the entryway suddenly feeling guilty for potentially causing her 'date' to wait for her, but then she caught sight of him. Sayuri smiled, almost turning into a giggle fit, but damn, her friend look like he was glowing. His red dress looked wonderful on him and Sayuri could say that the way he did his hair would rival any girl in the ballroom. She titled her head to one side. "Thank you, Jiro. I must say, you look amazing also. Your hair is wonderful." She huffed, showing a small smile. "I'm sorry for running late. I hope you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble during the time I wasn't here." Sayuri narrowed her eyes as she stared at the crossdressing boy intensely for a short while. Shaking it off as quickly as she brought it on, Sayuri's expressed changed into a smile as she then walked up to the taller male, holding out her hand. "Shall we be off then?" She asked, not remembering the comical height difference the two boasted. It was her little attempt with acting like a 'gentleman' but in reality Sayuri knew very little and was not aware of the dangers she had just brought herself into by dressing up when she didn't need to. [/style]

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