The Ludicrous Escapade

A Quiet Meal is Too Much to Ask For

You, Joseph, Smokey, and Erina all sat down at a table in the restaurant. The place seemed fairly fancy and several higher class people seemed to be eating there. You watched the various waiters bring food in and out of the kitchen, watching for any particularly tasty looking foods.

Joseph examined your facial expressions as you observed the foods. He was trying to determine what things you liked and didn't. As good as he was at reading people, he couldn't seem to figure you out. He had a feeling you were hiding something, but he wasn't sure what. He assumed it must have something to do with the scarf you wore, why else would you be so insistent on wearing it.

"Hey, waiter! Waiter!" Shouted a big, spiky haired blonde guy. He had a black thunder bolt looking mustache and he was shoveling spaghetti into his mouth and chewing it with his shark teeth. His voice was loud and obnoxious and the way he held his fork bugged you. You had a feeling this guy would cause some unwanted trouble so you moved your hand closer to the dagger that was hidden in your boot.

A waiter politely walked over to the man, "Yes?"

"You let that stinking animal in here?" You narrowed your gaze on the man as he insulted Smokey, "His odor is ruining my appetite! You shouldn't let that kind in."

You decided you wouldn't use your dagger after all, but you wouldn't stand for a friend to be insulted in such a way. You leaned back in your chair and raised your voice so the disgrace of a human being would hear you. "Sorry buddy, but that's not him. Must be you." Several people looked at you in shock, including the three at your table. The big man glared at you and stood up from his seat, slurping up the rest of the pasta.

"What did ya say, girly? You know how easy it would be for me to kill you? Like crushing a cockroach."

"You do know that cockroaches are actually quite difficult to kill, right?" You let out an exasperated sigh and then lowered your voice but ensured it was still loud enough for the man to hear. "Geez, I was hoping for a battle of wits, but now I see it would be cruel to attack someone that's unarmed."

Smokey didn't like the way things were going and attempted to defuse the situation, "I'll just be on my way."

Joseph then stood up from his seat as well. He wasn't aware of your skill in combat so he thought to take care of the guy for you. He readied himself in a fighting position while you stood just stood there, appearing rather indifferent to whole ordeal despite the hatred evident in your eyes.

"JoJo." Erina spoke to her grandson.

"Granny, you aren't going to stop me, are you?"

"No. People can have their own opinions...but he insulted a friend in public. Although, it seems as though (Y/N) would rather do the honors, just be sure to mind the other customers!"

Joseph watched as you neared the man. Perhaps he could sit this one out to see what you were capable of. So he stepped back a step and readied himself to attack if necessary.

The guy cracked his knuckles as you moved forward, "Looking for a scrap? Don't think I'll go easy on you just cause you're a girl."

You gave him a crude smile that didn't reach the eyes. "Wouldn't count on it, buddy."

The man reached into his coat pocket for his brass knuckles. Due to your astute observatory skills, you knew that they weren't going to be there. Based off the blood splatters on his shirt you knew they'd likely be in his back pocket. So while he checked the wrong pocket you gave a swift kick to his groin. Several people winced at the force of your kick, glad they weren't in the man's place.

The man crouched forward mumbling to himself in pain, "W-What?! Where did...where did my brass knuckles go?" While his head leaned forward, you took the opportunity to grab onto it and slam his face into your knee, smashing his face in with a resounding crunch.