- A headache was erupting from the back of Reina's mind as her fists clenched the menu. Who the fuck did this guy even think he was? The fact he thought himself capable of doing anything without someone jumping on him made her insane. And what the absolute fuck was with his speaking pattern? He reminded her of a sloth from that child's movie that released in what, 2016? It was like this man was the embodiment of sloth, but something in the back of her head told her that was an insult to the entire species, animated or not. Petty, petty, petty. Don't be petty.
But one thing definitely did get her to perk up, and it was when Neptune pinched her cheek. A faint blush crossed her face as her smile grew. "Cupcake?" She asked, a faint laugh. "Just don't take a bite outta me, okay?" She teased, nudging him before looking at her own menu. However, sympathetic eyes glanced up to Elvis as she sat back in her seat a bit. Eyes scanning over her menu quickly, before looking at the waiter with a pleasant smile. "Can I get one Lunar marshmallow-tastic rocket, please? Chocolate." She chirped. "Also one Lunar beer, and I guess a sweet iced tea, please. Oh! Anddd.." Her finger dragged to the correct spot in the menu, perking back up with a grin. "A Stella BLT?"
The Waiter nodded, and held out his hand for Reina's ID, which was gladly handed over. "Anything else for you guys?" He asked, seemingly hopeful he could get away from the table. Green eyes scanned the man, before landing on a small name tag holding the name 'Arnold'. Poor guy. But, none the less, Reina glanced at the menus in worry as she tried to guess if Elvis would need anything else... But eventually, she shrugged. If he wanted something else when he came back to the table, she was sure he wouldn't be shy in asking...
Her eyes snapped towards Louisa, her face turning a bit more.. harsh, as she whispered towards the female. "Hey, let's just chill, yeah? Clearly Elvis wants him to come back, and even if this guy keeps being an asshole, just sit back. Realistically, he can't do much harm in an open space. Just be the bigger person and get thicker skin. The less you show they get under your skin, the more angry they get. So, just chill out and let it play out, even if he comes back." She shrugged, leaning back. "Either way, it won't be a big deal. Ya know?" She directed part of the whisper towards Shea, patting her leg in comfort.
Still, she sat back and let the table do it's work before glancing over at Neptune to... observe the odd behavior. Did his back just tense up? A frown fell back onto Reina's face as she listened around to the young couple that spoke of 'UFOs' and 'Aliens'. Was he just.. nervous about aliens? Or that a 'UFO' looked different? Either way, she tried to think of something that could help. "Yo, I doubt it's actually aliens." She began softly, nudging him a bit more. "Even if it is, I'm sure they're much more friendly then movies peg 'em to be. Like, I'm a solid sixty-five percent sure they might be friendly. If not, and they invade Earth, at least all those bad plots about the world winning back their freedom might come true." Or they'd be enslaved or slaughtered to make way for a species looking for a home. Either or. "Hell, we might even make it into the history books." She teased, squeezing his shoulder. "Either way, no use getting stressed about it."
But something still didn't sit well inside Reina. The entire concept of an alien UFO brought out a conspiracy nut Reina tried to keep buried down deep and below. Be it from being the large part of the population that believes 'Area 51' was still a thing, to believing there was a government agency that actually helped get aliens 'galactic green cards' and stopped rouge creatures in their tracks when they crash land into Earth, she wasn't quite sure.Was there about to be a cover-up as big as 2020? When the world thought it was being invaded, but after a tormenting few days the world-leaders claimed it was a dramatic and fake report from cooperating news stations from across the world. Then, entire cities claimed nothing of the sort ever happened in the city, and everything went quiet. Damages? No longer damaged. It was like things got repaired overnight... but no one remembered it. The news clips were taken offline, in all countries, and it just wasn't ever spoken of again minus the ancient blogs that seemed to have smaller, encrypted clips and journal entries of the time they thought the sky was falling.
Was that just some sort of bizarre Chicken Little reference? Or did it actually happen? Reina's brows furrowed as she leaned back into her seat, letting her hand slip from Neptune's shoulder as she seemed to get lost in conspiracy thoughts all over again.