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Jace couldn't hold back her grimace at her friends drink order-- damned be the day Jace knew why she liked something that both had vodka in it and beer, especially ginger beer.
"Really, anything with the word mule attached should be avoided in consumption," Jace slightly scolded her friend. Then again, Jace wasn't too much for the complicated drink, let alone any alcohol for that. She only ever drank when she was at a party, which in itself was rare. She was a bigger fan of whiskey then anything, preferring it straight as scotch. However, that could only last so long with out her getting drunk off the walls, so when she wanted to casually drink, her go to was always a mint julep. She was actually underage as well, but what did that stop anyone these days? She was legal in Canada at least.
Picking up the menu, thinking that the swordfish Kelila mentioned would be good, she started browsing as this restaurant too often changed their menus. As soon as she found a dish she liked, it would be off the menu and replaced with a much more complicated version, often with cilantro added on. God, how she hated cilantro.
Glancing up a little started by Nathan's questions, she gave him a smile. "Yep! Trick is, always park on the top of the garage level, it's the last place anyone goes." Really, it would only stop some people, but hey, it did give her more of peace of mind. Deciding to continue on the route of the conversation, she questioned, "I didn't see if you guys had a car or anything, if you walked you must live close to here, huh?" Who actually even knew is they lived in Chicago, they could be even simply visiting and staying at a nearby hotel. As soon as she asked any questions to them, a million new ones seemed to pop into her head by she didn't want to seem at all intrusive. Maybe they didn't even have cars! God, what if Jace was being insensitive? Now she was really overthinking everything, and she hoped they didn't see the nervous look in her eyes. Maybe she could cover it up with more talking. "Let me guess what you guys do for a living-" she started, looking over at Ezra's way, "please tell me you're involved in musical theatre some how, because if so that's would be priceles-"
"Jesus christ!" suddenly yelled an all too familiar voice, which caused Jace to immediately smack her head down on the table, all to curious what caused her to deserve Dorian's over protective nature this time around.
"I lost the signal on your bikes tracker, I didn't know what happened to you, why the hell weren't you answering your phone?" Dorian grumbled, as he stalked over to the table all but ignoring everyone else. What he said, however, caught Jace's interest. Bringing her head up, she shot a daggered look to her brother, almost questioning in a very un-amused tone, "I hope you don't mean you put a tracker on my bike, you son of a devil." He looked as if that was the least of her problems or worries, like it was no big deal. "Of course I did! You got into that accident only a few years ago, and what if someone took you?" Jace flashed her eyes to everyone at the table, before standing up and grabbing his forearm, giving a warning for him to stop speaking when she said, "Dory," in a warning tone. He continued anyways. "In case you forgot, you aren't the most expendable person in the world, princess," he snapped, all but forgetting he were in a public place. "Dory," Jace repeated a little louder, trying to tug him away from the table before he said something stupid. "Or do you prefer I call you Your Highness?" he said at the peak of his voice, before Jace had to raise her voice back, "Dorian, stop talking."
In that moment, it seemed to finally click in Dorian's head that not only Kelila was there, but a pair of seemingly human boys were as well.
"Really, anything with the word mule attached should be avoided in consumption," Jace slightly scolded her friend. Then again, Jace wasn't too much for the complicated drink, let alone any alcohol for that. She only ever drank when she was at a party, which in itself was rare. She was a bigger fan of whiskey then anything, preferring it straight as scotch. However, that could only last so long with out her getting drunk off the walls, so when she wanted to casually drink, her go to was always a mint julep. She was actually underage as well, but what did that stop anyone these days? She was legal in Canada at least.
Picking up the menu, thinking that the swordfish Kelila mentioned would be good, she started browsing as this restaurant too often changed their menus. As soon as she found a dish she liked, it would be off the menu and replaced with a much more complicated version, often with cilantro added on. God, how she hated cilantro.
Glancing up a little started by Nathan's questions, she gave him a smile. "Yep! Trick is, always park on the top of the garage level, it's the last place anyone goes." Really, it would only stop some people, but hey, it did give her more of peace of mind. Deciding to continue on the route of the conversation, she questioned, "I didn't see if you guys had a car or anything, if you walked you must live close to here, huh?" Who actually even knew is they lived in Chicago, they could be even simply visiting and staying at a nearby hotel. As soon as she asked any questions to them, a million new ones seemed to pop into her head by she didn't want to seem at all intrusive. Maybe they didn't even have cars! God, what if Jace was being insensitive? Now she was really overthinking everything, and she hoped they didn't see the nervous look in her eyes. Maybe she could cover it up with more talking. "Let me guess what you guys do for a living-" she started, looking over at Ezra's way, "please tell me you're involved in musical theatre some how, because if so that's would be priceles-"
"Jesus christ!" suddenly yelled an all too familiar voice, which caused Jace to immediately smack her head down on the table, all to curious what caused her to deserve Dorian's over protective nature this time around.
"I lost the signal on your bikes tracker, I didn't know what happened to you, why the hell weren't you answering your phone?" Dorian grumbled, as he stalked over to the table all but ignoring everyone else. What he said, however, caught Jace's interest. Bringing her head up, she shot a daggered look to her brother, almost questioning in a very un-amused tone, "I hope you don't mean you put a tracker on my bike, you son of a devil." He looked as if that was the least of her problems or worries, like it was no big deal. "Of course I did! You got into that accident only a few years ago, and what if someone took you?" Jace flashed her eyes to everyone at the table, before standing up and grabbing his forearm, giving a warning for him to stop speaking when she said, "Dory," in a warning tone. He continued anyways. "In case you forgot, you aren't the most expendable person in the world, princess," he snapped, all but forgetting he were in a public place. "Dory," Jace repeated a little louder, trying to tug him away from the table before he said something stupid. "Or do you prefer I call you Your Highness?" he said at the peak of his voice, before Jace had to raise her voice back, "Dorian, stop talking."
In that moment, it seemed to finally click in Dorian's head that not only Kelila was there, but a pair of seemingly human boys were as well.
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"What ever happened to having good old fashion drinks these days," Ezra tsked at Kel. However, it was more of a joke then anything. He consumed alcohol like nobody's business, but it was more in the form of Jack Daniels in a cup of tea. Every time he tried to get someone to try it, they thought it was the most disgusting thing in the world, to which he would often retort back something like 'you're simply just more the type to throw it in the harbour, you uncivilized baboon.' and be done with it.
Ezra perused the menu, desperately trying to find some sort of dish that resembled mac and cheese. He wondered what it would taste like with fancy cheese, and maybe even handmade fresh noodles. Oh, how exciting this all was. Oh god, and the thought of the tea they might carry had him almost drooling. Glancing up at Kelila, he asked utterly straight faced and probably in the most sincerely serious tone to date, "Do you know what brands of tea and types they carry here?" Ezra barley eben glanced back over at Jace as she slipped back in her position.
He absentmindedly payed attention to her idle chat about the garage, leaving any questions she may have asked to Nathan's way, but he couldn't ignore giggles musical theatre reference. Multiple retorts swirled around his head, like how she must be a professionally bad stunt woman or if she was a go-daddy website girl, but the sudden outburst of a young man shocked him, especially when he stormed up to the table. Ezra would have simply ignored the conversation if he could, knowing it was not his place to listen in to an obvious personal fight, but as it got increasingly loud, it grew too hard too. In all honesty, he was a little worried what might be going on, so he nudged Nathan, the one who was always better at speaking up, to say something.
He really was in disbelief someone would put a tracker on someone bike, which hers must have broke when the bike crashed down. Right now, the only thing Ezra had on his mind was trying to figure out the odd situation and what the two's exact relationship was. He really felt the urge to say something like, 'too bad Nathan, looks like she's already got a boy friend,' but really didn't want to get punched in the face by the slightly beefier then him freckled dude.
When the waiter came up to the table as it went suddenly silent, he really couldn't fight the urge to mutter, "check please," in order to try and lighten things up jokingly.
Ezra perused the menu, desperately trying to find some sort of dish that resembled mac and cheese. He wondered what it would taste like with fancy cheese, and maybe even handmade fresh noodles. Oh, how exciting this all was. Oh god, and the thought of the tea they might carry had him almost drooling. Glancing up at Kelila, he asked utterly straight faced and probably in the most sincerely serious tone to date, "Do you know what brands of tea and types they carry here?" Ezra barley eben glanced back over at Jace as she slipped back in her position.
He absentmindedly payed attention to her idle chat about the garage, leaving any questions she may have asked to Nathan's way, but he couldn't ignore giggles musical theatre reference. Multiple retorts swirled around his head, like how she must be a professionally bad stunt woman or if she was a go-daddy website girl, but the sudden outburst of a young man shocked him, especially when he stormed up to the table. Ezra would have simply ignored the conversation if he could, knowing it was not his place to listen in to an obvious personal fight, but as it got increasingly loud, it grew too hard too. In all honesty, he was a little worried what might be going on, so he nudged Nathan, the one who was always better at speaking up, to say something.
He really was in disbelief someone would put a tracker on someone bike, which hers must have broke when the bike crashed down. Right now, the only thing Ezra had on his mind was trying to figure out the odd situation and what the two's exact relationship was. He really felt the urge to say something like, 'too bad Nathan, looks like she's already got a boy friend,' but really didn't want to get punched in the face by the slightly beefier then him freckled dude.
When the waiter came up to the table as it went suddenly silent, he really couldn't fight the urge to mutter, "check please," in order to try and lighten things up jokingly.