Some FINE Dining For One? (O2A)

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Lowering the brochure given to him by that hawt little number at the reception desk in the main lobby of the GCW Tower, Miles sets his eyes on GCW's resident hotspot for some fine grub.

He lets out a drawn out whistle. It has a certain aura to it, something that he could definitely get used to. Sort of an earthy tone, which makes alotta sense since it's part of GLOBAL Championship Wrestling. He wonders if this whole company was a fly-by night operation. They must have worked to the bone to get their wrestlers their own place to eat. Maybe he was just too used to catered food, and the local joint around the corner. Killer fries, like literally.

Miles doesn't hesitate another minute, finally strolling right in and getting an empty table. Waiters and waitresses would rush by his table, tending to the other people around, who were all talking up a storm. There were some lookers in the crowd, but some odd looking cats as well. He searches his table for the menu, while he waited to be tended to.

Several minutes later, the chicken parm dish with the penne pasta they had on the menu jumped out to his taste buds the most. He was a sucker for Italian food. Great energy food too, for those energy building cardio workouts of his. Waving over one of the waitresses at the bar, chatting away with a fellow female co-worker, Miles realizes that he was the center topic of their whispers over yonder. What else is new?

Just as the redhead wiggled her way over, his phone goes off.

Christ...

It startled him, since he wasn't expecting a call from anyone. Looking at his phone's caller ID, the caller's name pops up. It was dad. Did he really want to deal with hid dad's third degree questioning? Umm, he'll call him back actually. Later, like MUCH later.

What'll you have, sweetums? I'm guessing you're new in town?

Chicken parm with that penne on the side. Extra cheese on that, if you don't mind? And yeah you guessed right. Miles Di... Lebowski. Friends know me and haters fear me as Mr. F.I.N.E. What's your name gorgeous?

He sets his sunglasses on the table, now looking at her with his light green eyes. He leans back in the chair.

Stacey, but my friends call me Stace for short. *Giggles* F.I.N.E? That's cute. Let me guess, superstar right? Gotta love the confidence in a guy. And maybe I've got my favorite so far that's stepped in here. *Wink* I'll have that right up for you. And welcome to the GCW Cafe, Mr. F.I.N.E.

She turns her little self around and makes her way back to the counter, to place that order. Miles thought she didn't look half bad, but when it came to the subject of women lately, only one's been on his mind.

[Lilith]

"Son of a bitch...."

Migraine. Big time, don't ask, don't tell. For the win-loss. Lilith rubs her temples as she walks into the GCW cafe for the second time in her short life. She shakes it off slightly as she wanders around from table to table. Not in any real direction, not really wanting to find a 'prime' table, attention probably wouldn't be to good right now. Despite that, she of course is still wearing something you could consider a revealing outfit.... well, if you're Lilith you would call it, somewhat revealing. If you're a normal human being, you'd call it border line illegal. Lilith was wearing her heeled spider designed boots, black leather pants, tight form fitting of course. With a black bikini top. That was about it. No over shirt, no sheer, just a black bikini top. Lilith's blood system was different then most, she tended to get hot a lot quicker then most humans would. Kind of an annoyance really.

She makes her way down into a seat, leaning back in it as she exhales out loudly. She was tired, she was tired of it all man. Tired of the little whispers and little rumors being spread by certain people, as if you.... don't already, know. She shakes her head and sighs, leaning back a bit more, causing the chair to rock a bit on the back legs. She notices a couple people in the cafe staring at her, she glares at them directly and clicks her tounge. They turn away as Lilith shakes out her wrist a bit. Fuckin' annoying ass people around these days you know? She taps her fingers on the table before a free waitress finally comes on over and hands her a menu. Lilith looks up at the waitress, obviously not in a good mood.

"Well aren't you sitting pretty today huh? You know, when someone who means something to the world comes into an establishment... someone like you, who works for said establishment..... is usually supposed to jump up and down like a puppy dog at business. Thankfully you don't have a tail, because if you did? I'd be royally PISSED you ain't wagging it."

"... Hello Ma'am, how may I help you this fine day?"

"That's what I thought. I'll have a Vodka on the rocks with.... a plate of Ribs actually."

"Very good Ma'am..."

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His waitress hurries back to the table, forgetting to ask the cute new guy if he wanted anything for starters. Passing several tables, especially right by the co-worker she was talking to who was waiting on a new arrival, Stacey could see that her friend was like really annoyed. Stace takes a quick glance at the arrival, realizing who it was. Anyways, he had that effect on most women... and men he's heard but the point is that she was SWEPT off her feet. At least he wasn't losing his touch, under his current state of mind.

Oh honey, I'm sorry. It'll be about ten minutes for your food to be ready. Can I interest you in anything to munch on while you wait?

Besides you?

Smooth. He says this, jokingly since he was always a sucker for a girl that ear to ear with him, especially if it is because of him.

Quick on your feet hmm?

He really didn't hesitate with that reply. The wit was there for sure. She leans forward.

Besides, I'm not on the menu. Perhaps I may interest you in our appetizers, which include our scrumptious Mozzarella Sticks?

I'm sold. That and some of your FINEST wine? *Wink*

BRB, then.

She lets out an evil eye, for some reason on her way back. Miles takes notice of this, thinking that it was probably something he said? Then, he realizes that it wasn't toward him. Somebody else checking him out and Stace is jellin'?

[Lilith]

Lilith has a lot of issues in her life, no secret about it. One of the biggest? Air head blimbos in every day life. Now sure enough, she herself had been abusing her own looks to get ahead in life. She won't deny it, fuck she's proud of it. The big difference between Lilith and air heads? Lilith actually has intelligence, despite all of the nice hate mail you all send in repeatedly. She still won't shut up, deal with it . Lilith glares sideways at the waitress leaving another table, typical. It's not the guys fault, Lilith could care less if he was a good guy or not, it ain't his fault. It's the blimbo's issue that's getting under Lilith's skin. She tries to ignore it, but it just grates under her skin to much.

Lilith gets up from her table and looks over at the guy who was sitting down across the way. Never seen him before. She walks over in the direction of his table slowly, not actually making it to his table but just drifting in the direction of it. Lilith just HAD to watch more of this. It would be like a nice little T.V. show. Guy walks into a cafe, small talk with a little waitress who wants a big tip. She saunters around all giggly and flutters her eyelashes, over abusing the little hip wiggle to the fullest extent of the law before breaking out and being considered a sexual predator. Lilith liked soap drama T.V., she was a fan of idiots whining about one thing or another in life. Sad thing about it? The guy didn't look like a moron. Maybe he was just playing a game. Lilith likes games. She sits down in a table somewhat closer to his as she leans back in the chair and clicks her tounge again.

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Awkward much? He couldn't help but feel some kind of congestion looming about. Not only that, the chick with the Florida state of mind, bikini top in Chi-Town during December to be exact, made herself comfortable around a table closer to his. Did she want to play? Geez, if he could only stop trippin' about that woman he met early, he could have his fun. Miles felt he'd be cheating. Wow, someone's got it bad and going extremely fast about it. *Sigh*

Miles reaches for his shades, pondering whether or not he should slip them back on, go incognito, ANYTHING that would put a stop to what generally happened in public settings when he's in the middle of it. What guy wouldn't like two hotties clawing themselves to death because of him? Tell Miles just one. Come on now. Yeah. All of them would. Funny how his life's been a soap ever since he could remember. It had its ups and downs, but he just had to go with the flow. Makes things more interesting actually.

And here comes the other half of the dramafest sure to happen, Stace. She strolls by the tables in front of Miles' with her tray in hand. She looks very poised, those hands of hers knew how to balance things well. That's always good to know? Umm, that's one dirty thought too many for a day's work. Shooting a temporary eye toward this mysterious woman that inconspicuously changed her mind with her seating arrangement, Miles then drifts his attention to the incoming and smiling Stace. Unfortunately, or fortunately (however you want to look at it) Stace catches sight of some sort of shift within the cafe. She tries her best to dismiss it, by focusing on an unsettled Miles.

Here you go, hun. Sticks 'n wine, for Mr. Fine.

And you say that I'm quick on my feet?

Miles looks down, grinning to himself, before looking back up to Stace, keeping that nonchalant demeanor of his in tact.

[Lilith]

Lilith actually laughs a bit under her breath, holding her hand over her eyes and forehead as she struggles to believe the idiocy spewing from the more then likely... porn star reject waitress fishin' for a bigger tip. Christ. She's JUST about to get up when her own waitress finds her, took a bit since Lilith had moved tables. You know how hard it is to find someone when they move like, all but fifteen feet to the left right? Riiiiight. Lilith's order is set down in front of her with a obviously fake smile, she tucks tail and leaves before Lilith even has the chance to go round two verbal style. That's no fun....

Lilith picks up her drink and swirls the glass a bit before shaking her head, she takes a small sip of her Vodka before somewhat harshly mumbling out...

"Got to love the Barbie Dolls these days....

Company's gone over board and made them life sized huh.."

She smirks a bit as she takes another sip of her drink, putting the glass down softly. That shit is cute when you think about it, sadly... Lilith has a hell of a lot more on her mind then, which waitress would put out for an extra fifteen bucks. She sighs somewhat as she picks up one of the segments of the ribs, looking at it slowly before taking a bite out of its side. She'd been havin fucking nightmares again....

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The girl can't always be the submissive one, if you catch my drift.

Miles' eyes slightly widen in height after hearing that one-liner from her. Something about submission, especially in the industry he's in and her reference to it in THAT other way, just well... yeah.

Be back with your food in a bit.

She walks back to her station, biting her lower lip as she does so. She was excited that she found someone to shoot the breeze with, some flirting on the job so it goes by quicker. On her way back, she flips her hair just as she passes by Miss Emo, who desperately need a suntan bed right about now, but go figure. ::)Miles caught that whole distant backsassing between the two. Maybe he should have worn something less appealing to the opposite sex? Dipping the first cheese stick into the sauce on the side, he takes a bite of it before reaching for the uncorked wine. Quickly pouring some into his glass, he takes his first shot of the evening.

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Miles takes another, and while doing so, he realizes that an elusive shadow had just strolled by. He's sort of taken back by this, his eyes quickly shooting over to the table of that edgy girl he could have sworn was checking him out.

She was gone. 'k, so he must have been misinterpreting the energy she was giving off.

One more shot, and some fine dining for one, it seems.

Where's that food?

He wanted to scarf it down and get to finding the place his new employer offered in that contract, so he could crash.

_{Open to anyone else?}

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Stace struts her stuff on her way toward him, a steaming hot tray propped up in one hand, his food finally!

Stace takes a second to look around, realizing the competition tucked in her tail and vamoosed. Serves her right, she thought, and she continued on, nearing him, a bit more proud than she was already. Smiling warmingly to draw his attention, Stace nearly runs into someone to which Miles could only hold his breath. Luckily, there's some balance in that girl and she whips around the person, another waitress, and continues on with her equal footing. She makes a face, brushing it off like if it were nothing, but Miles decides to pat her ego, slipping in a...

Wow. Let me guess, a dancer, right? No one can twirl around someone like that without some training in them. Or are you a wrestler posing as a mild-mannered, but cute waitress? *Wink*

She lowers the tray, removes his main course for the evening, and places it in front of him.

I took some ballet a while back. Thanks for noticing! Oh and Bon appetit!

Miles takes a long whiff of the steamy hot pasta in front of him. Giving her a nod, he begins digging in. And the sauce is chunky, close call on that one, since he would have died if it was the pasty tomato sauce that just resembles ketchup. Yuck...

Umm...

He looks up to her, something clearly on her mind. And on top of that, she has something to say so he makes sure to listen.

I'm sure a guy like you has a woman in his life?

Crap! Just when he had his mind on something else, his stomach, and not well... his love life, Stacey had to go THERE. Rarely is he the one who gets woo'ed by a girl, since it's mostly always the other way around. And hello, Exhibit A? If he could point at Stacey without her seeing him do so, he would. Awkward silence. Okay, he has to get himself outta this.

Actually, there is someone...

Yet that person doesn't know that herself. Bummer.

Oh.

Stace looks disappointed, but composes herself.

Well, she's a lucky one. BBL, Mr. Lebowski. Enjoy yourself, more tables to wait, ya know.

Sure. Later...

He slowly taps his fork on the china plate as Stace walks off to another table. Miles sighs and goes back to eating. Maybe this will help him sleep it off, it being well you know.

[Cameron Kincaid]

Continued From "Boring..."

Cam made his way back into the cafe area a little under an hour following the little talk with Kimberly, Logan and his wife. The phone call he had gotten was from one of the CEO's of GCW. Giving him a bit of information he didn't expect to receive anytime soon. To say he was shocked would have been a gross understatement.

He stepped back into the cafe, making a bee line for the counter to grab himself a beverage of some sort. He stood there with a weird look on his face the entire time his small order was being prepared, thinking about just what Miss Angel told him during the phone call. Within a few minutes of arriving, the cup of coffee was handed to him and he quickly gave a head nod as a show of thanks to the young woman before turning and making his way through the center of the cafe.

Finally finding another empty seat, he made his way towards it, noticing that one of the nearby tables was occupied by an unknown face. Slowly taking the seat, he removed the lid from the coffee slowly before letting out a long sigh. He lifted the cup slowly, a look of worry on his face as he did. Seconds later taking a slow sip so as not to burn himself as the steam rose from the Styrofoam. A few seconds passed and as he placed the cup back down on the table in front of him, he glanced towards the unknown man, nodding his head as he spoke up with....

"How's it going...? Let me guess...New GCW talent?"

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Just as he pierces one of the several chicken breasts in his entree with his fork, he hears and sees someone speaking up. Not only that, it was in Miles' direction. Taking a quick bite, he gets himself settled and answers the man.

New? Yep. How's it going? Enjoying a quiet evening meal alone...

Wait. That might have sounded like he was some sorry loser. He may be "green" on the wrestling TV scene, but he's certainly not a loser.

Umm, Miles Lebowski's the name. Being Mr. F.I.N.E.'s my game. Signed myself a contract just a few others back with Can... umm, one of the CEO's and just prowling the stomping grounds. Nice shindig if you ask me, but I'm guessing you're new too? Happened to find that "calling all wrestlers" flyer just falling on your lap, like I did?

Someone else to talk to, that had no motives of hitting on him. Wait. Unless... Miles studies him. Nah. Didn't have that "look" to him. Phew. He gives him an acknowledging nod.

[Cameron Kincaid]

Cam turns his head slightly, glancing around the place a bit while nodding his head at the job the bosses did with supplying them with a place like this. Turning back he responds...

"Yea it is pretty decent isn't it? I honestly didn't expect anything less from Amanda and Candice though. They're always classy as far as I know so...Yea..."

Hot bitches too...

"Yea I got the flyer but...I worked for Miss Wallace twice before already so I already know what to expect. No one else I'd work for to be honest with you man. There's some strange promotions out there these days. This one seemed like the best fit for me and my partner to jump back into the ring."

He lifts the cup to his lips once again in between continuing on...

"So...You liking the place so far man? Seems like it's attracting talent from all over too. Think the girls may have gotten it right this time around."

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Him and his "partner"? Damn, maybe he was wrong? Hold on a sec, did he just say they got it right THIS TIME around? He backtracks. Had to make sure about something. Just to get things straight (no pun intended), Miles doesn't judge people when it comes to their own personal business, he simply doesn't want those types of people getting the wrong idea from him, like if he was sending signals or something. Guys, whether straight or the other thing, are friends, just friends. If that's cool, then it's cool.

Tag teaming right?

[Cameron Kincaid]

"Why else would I need a partner?...You're not drunk are you man?"

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Jeez, I hope not.

He looks over to the wine Stace brought over. Did she slip something in it? Nah. She's not vindictive. Come on now. Miles is just being ridiculous. Anyway, he had to save himself from the looming awkwardness.

Thought it was a gym buddy or something.

Smooth and Miles makes the save!

I'm guessing you're a vet when it comes to being in front of thousands, right? Warmed up for the tube? By the way, you can pull up a seat over here, umm dude.

Did Miles forget his name already? Nah, nah. He never gave it, right?