Your Fictional Marriage Counselors

If it Ain't Broke

            Slick eyes followed the couple as they left the restaurant, nimble fingers tugging at the small dress that barely covered her thighs. Thinking to herself, she wondered how ridiculous it was that she had to dress like this. Although, be that as it may, they were here for a very important reason. She eyed her partner, rolling her frustrated eyes. The man beside her watched everyone with careful eyes, the liquor he drank sliding down his throat. This man would be her last choice as a partner. But they were thrown together by someone they weren't truly sure of. The only thing they remembered was being summoned from their world... into this new place. They eventually figured it out as a human existence.

The young girl looked into the many people sitting at different tables of the restaurant. The place was rather small in size, but had a tasteful etiquette. It looked to be an older establishment, with run down walls is outdated paintings. But the workers seemed to enjoy being a part of the crew, and the place was alive with conversation. It was the perfect spot for just about any occasion. Not to mention it smelled of lavender and lovely cooking. Couples sat at the tables, by small candle light and flowers. One two people in particular, leaning in closer for a quick but sweet kiss.

"They're cute, aren't they?" The girl asked the gaudy man beside her. He shrugged, motioning the bartender for another drink. She raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed by his behavior. They had a job to do, and he was sitting on his ass drinking. It had occurred to her, just being with him for a small amount of time, that this was his usual behavior. The man was older than her by many years. His dark hair greying just enough at the tips of his hair, but not enough to be noticeable. He was very fit, with biceps almost bursting from the tight shirt he wore. The five o'clock shadow around his thick jawline looked as if it were fresh. It fit his face fair, but took away from his bright green eyes.

"Why do we gotta worry about their problems?"

"Because... it's just what we were asked to do, Booker."

"Seems kinda ridiculous."

Booker DeWitt drank his third glass, finishing it with a sigh. He didn't see the importance of having to help two human's with their human problems. But of course, he's always stuck taking care of other people's dirty laundry. His partner, whom he'd been stuck with since he first found out about this assignment, was the last person he'd want to be seen with. Her eyes watched him with a sickly look. She didn't think very highly of him either, but the two of them would be seeing a lot of each other for the next few months.

"Come on," She mumbled, "It'll make you feel better to know we helped strangers." The man shook his head roughly. "What was your name again?" He asked, rudely. The girl sighed deeply, turning her attention back to the young couple before them. "Ryuko. Ryuko Matoi." The man stared at her for several seconds. Dropping his glass, he rubbed his temples hard. "Alright. Mind if I just call you 'Ry'?" He asked, not feeling confident in pronouncing her name correctly. Ryuko rolled her eyes but nodded. She wasn't about to listen to him mispronounce her name several times throughout the day.

Booker examined the girl, taking in her feisty exterior. She seemed to be quite like him sometime, and was quick to snap back at him if he did something she didn't like. The girl was tough, the kind of tough that is seen.. yet hidden. Something about her made him question her real feelings. She looked relaxed yet irked by the twitch of her eye. Although, that could be from his own foolishness. The two didn't get along from the very beginning. Ryuko seemed to like the orders they were given, but Booker saw it as a waste of time. Things would turn out worse than when they started. He didn't want to be responsible for other people's problems. Especially, newly wedded drama. But Ryuko seemed to be positive about the whole thing, so Booker decided to stay quiet about it. Them coming here might make things better or worse, but trying wouldn't hurt much. They'll just have a lot of excitement ahead of them.