Gambling, Isn't Your Strong Suit,(Y/n): Part 1

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As we rode in on horseback into town, I pointed at the most expensive looking place to grub on. We walk in with snow covered boots, bad attitudes and appetites.

" Table for three?" Asks a neatly dress man, Gyro gives him a stank eye and leans on the book stand, spitting in the spittoon next to it.

" I don't know, is there three? Or is there zero...?"

The man was confused as to what Gyro meant by that... And frankly so was I.

" Excuse me...?"

" Of course I want a table for three! And I want it by the window over there!" He shouted, the man was taken a back but quickly hurried with menus. We follow him and he places the menus, but as he about to leave Johnny stops him.

" Oi! I don't think the chairs are  gonna move itself ! How am I and my companions to seat?"

The man quickly pulls up mine and Gyro's chair, he offers his help to Johnny moving him up off his wheelchair to the dining chair. As he is about to run off again both of the boys shout at him.

" Hey!" They said in unison. " Aren't you supposed to take our orders?"

" I thought I give you time to look at the menus, you didn't even open it!"

I was slightly embarrassed by the two and there behavior... But I wanted to join in on the fun of emotionally damaging to this poor man.

" I believe my partners know what they're talking about. And it should be obvious what they meant too." I fold my hands.

" I'm confused?..."

" We want three of everything." I finished.

Stunned the man tries to rebuttal, but zips his lip in fear to what we might do next. He backs away forgetting our menus and hurries to the kitchen to tell the chiefs inside the good or dreadful news on the new faces that walked in. Maybe they'll spit in our food if we're lucky.

We laughed and joked about the scared man, we even took a gander at the menu to humour ourselves.

" Holy shit! That's too pricey for a bread basket!" I shouted.

Being between the men they leaned in for a look at the overpriced bread I jumped at. They jumped back in response to the price.

" Wow an arm and a leg... But at this point in my life I don't mind losing one." Johnny joked.

" Ha! Y'know, I've always wonder what that saying really meant..."

" What do you mean (Y/n)? It's pretty self explanatory. You sell your arm and your leg for something, easy." Gyro argued as he began twirling his fork.

" No, I mean... What do you do with an arm and a leg? Like technology isn't advanced enough for it to be used in medical practice, like replacing body parts and stuff... So what would you do with an arm and leg?"

" Eat it." Johnny blatantly said.

" Eww! Johnny, no gross that's wrong! I don't wanna think about that while I'm hungry..." Gyro gags.

After some more talking about the arm and leg thing I heard the wheels of a cart rushed towards our table. The waiter comes to a halt at my gaze, it doesn't look nearly enough like we order 'everything', I can see things in three's and some alone without a similar dish.

" Hey, what's this? This doesn't look nearly enough food. I thought we said everything on the menu, for the three of us?" I lean forward towards the cart to see.

" I'm sorry, I just thought I bring you something right away! I also brought a whole cart of wines! Their aged perfectly!" He cries.

I thought it be funny to yell at him more, but I decided to ask the council of this man misdeeds.

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