Inside the restaurant, Mayu and Wen were delicately eating their food. Mayu had gotten through a good chunk of her baguettes, and was now facing a massive cake, almost as big as Zhongli's. Meanwhile, Wen was cutting through the perfect steak, with the juices slowly dripping out, making all passerbys awe at the beauty.
However, Mik was not feeling the same way about the steak, with tears streaming down his face, as if he just saw something traumatising, like Maru's di-
scord messages.
"NOOOOOOOOO MINNIE!" cried Mik distraught. "She was a good Polish cow."
"Are you trying to shame Wen for eating a steak?" snapped Mayu condescendingly.
"MIK I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. I KNEW YOU WERE A RED FLAG."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I DIDN'T MEAN IT."
"MIK, I CANNOT KEEP DEALING WITH THIS..."
"Why am I here again?" questioned Ethan and Maru simultaneously, attempting to drown out the argument. They were definitely not happy to be in the hotel with the gang, and Ethan felt a little threatened by Maru's stench.
Luckily, before the tensions could get any higher, a certain white man walked in cutting the tension with his massive ego like it was scissors. He was white. He liked rocks. He was rock hard. It was none other than Sam Parker, who was somehow the manager of the hotel.
"Excuse me Ethan, your payment of at least £696,969,420 is overdue. You have been in this hotel for a plethora of seconds."
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Wen sat agape, as seeing Sam Parker's radioactive face was not on her agenda today. Ethan also sat agape, as he did not have that amount of money... at least not on him. The children in his basement working overtime did make him rather rich after all. But again, he was not prepared to separate his precious money for this stupid little hotel trip.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, an idea hit him like a how Bob ran into the door earlier today. Composing himself, Ethan knew exactly what to do, and breathed in...
"I could pay you, in other methods..." winked Ethan Harker erratically.
Sam, upon hearing those seven words, smiled widely. That was exactly what he wanted, and he was certainly prepared to drop the fee to walk off with Ethan. He was only wearing an apron after all... wait, why was he wearing only an apron??? Was he being some sort of hireable butler with an apron as a side hustle? It was rather vague.
Mayu and Mik were still arguing, with more and more red flags appearing from Mik's past acts. SORRYs were flying left and right, almost hitting the tourists which had just entered the restaurant.
Bob and Alina were two of those unlucky people. Bob had to shrink to the size of a fly to dodge and Alina gracefully tiptoed like a ballerina, avoiding the words with the sheer grace of a Disney princess. Mayu and Mik paused, noticing the appearance of the couple.
"Where were you two?" questioned Mayu.
"We were... having fun ;)" said Moon.
"Chug chug chug ;)" said Bob.
"Okay then? Uhhh, maybe I don't want to know the details.."
"Wait... STFU I CAN SMELL WINE!" Moon suddenly shouted, pointing vaguely (like sam) towards the kitchen.
"STFU?" stated Maru, "What? I mean like-"
"That was a bit unexpected," added Mik.
"STFU MIK! AT LEAST LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCE?!?"
"STILL TOTALLY FUCKING YOU MIK?!?!?" Ashu cried, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MARU-"
Whilst the arguments started up again, Bob immediately began sprinting towards the kitchen, and by sprinting, I mean driving at 69 miles per hour. He had to get the wine for him and his beloved, and get the wine he did. He got out with at least 420 bottles, but realising he probably offended a ton of French people by robbing the place (deserved btw), he quickly swooped everyone up, including the arguing couples.
He flew up into the French twilight, the stars twinkling down like the number of Keqing constellations Alina had. However, as the arguments hushed down, the GangTM realised that they were missing a member. Where on earth was Ethan?
"Where is Ethan?" Alina asked, realising that they were missing a certain talented face.
"I think he went off with Sam," replied Wen nonchalantly, as if this was a regular occurrence.
Bob, upon hearing Sam, suddenly changed mode. His gears began grinding as he rushed up the hotel walls, looking for the scent of Sam in every room. AND THERE HE WAS - MIDACT. Bob rushed into the censored room, and picked up Ethan with his strong wheels, leaving Sam alone in the room.
"ETHAN!!! I'LL WRITE OFF YOUR FEE!! THAT WAS AN AMAZING BUSINESS TIME ;)"
