A Girl's Turmoil

Extra 2 - A Ranger, a Smuggler, a Girl

On one such particular day, the former US Ranger, George, is taking his friend along for lunch at a restaurant. It wasn't the most popular, like Cocodes, but certainly one of his favorite spots in the town. There wasn't much to eat at his work, and he likes to spend some money on this establishment. And then there's Maru, looking a little bit grumpy to go back to this fine restaurant. Nevertheless, he doesn't like to decline the ranger's offer either. He doesn't want to miss out on any lunch either.

"Seriously, d'we have to go back 'ere?" Maru sounded out his uneven tone.

"What's your problem, Maru?" George furrowed eyes. "I thought you're so eager to get some food."

"Yea, but why here of all places?" Maru flapped his hands in the air.

The former ranger just sighs out to ease his irritation. "Please don't tell me you made some trouble around here."

"Oh, would you look at that," Maru sarcastically gritted his teeth. "The black Sherlock Holmes just found it out."

George stops walking and glares him down. "Are you being racist with me?"

"No, I'm just being a hypocrite with you," he shrugged his hands in the air, with a smile as if he has the world under his feet.

The former American sighs again, even covering his eyes as he is shaking his head. "Why did I even tag you along?"

"Ey, what's with dat face?" Maru asked with such a high tone. "I thought we're friends here."

"Yes, we are friends," George admitted with a not-so confident nod. "After that stunt you pulled back in Myanmar, I'm rather desperate about what to call you other than just 'friend.'"

"Well?" Maru asked as they continue to walk. "What about brother?"

"Oh yeah, I'm your brother," George nodded carelessly. "You rarely watched my back."

"Hey now, what did I do to you?" Maru asked. "I thought rangers could take care of themselves."

"That would be even more helpful if you were seriously acting like a battle buddy," George had a deep tone in his voice. "Hell, you didn't even bother telling me if someone wants to kill me that one time in the Philippines."

"Oh, that one time you're eatin' at a rundown-shop?" Maru raised an eyebrow. "I was about to call ya,' but then I just thought: why I even bother?"

George just grunts at his reply. "You really are an asshole."

"Thanks," Maru owned it quite well.

The two men enter the restaurant. But they did not expect to see the restaurant already so packed.

"Damn, that's a lot of 'em customers," Maru commented as he looked around.

"Oh, not you again!"

The two turn their heads at one of the waiters – well, waitress, in this case. There's a smoldering look about on her face. And it was directed to the only person she hates to see.

"Oh, afternoon, girl," Maru waved at hair

"Don't you dare say good afternoon to me after the mess you made, dick!" the waitress stressed with such a furious look.

George steps in before she could say something else. "Forgive me for interrupting, but what did he do in here?"

"He started a damn brawl not long ago!" the waitress retorted, at least at Maru. "His heckling cost us dozens of tables, plates, and glasses!"

"That wasn't my fault!" Maru protested. "Some other asshole was askin' for a fight!"

"That's enough, Maru, before I'm going to put your head through the wall," George sighed, then looked up to the waitress. "I'm sorry for his attitude. I'll make sure he doesn't do something detrimental to other people."