The Ludicrous Escapade

Actually, We're Not

"Are the three of them alright?" You asked while walking down a dirt street in Egypt. A red bus sped on past you to the left. Iggy trailed behind you.

"The cut on Avdol's neck didn't damage anything vital, fortunately, so he'll probably be released tomorrow." Spoke Joseph. "Mark was still out cold last time I checked, but doesn't seem to have sustained much damage. But Kakyoin's injuries are serious. He might go blind."

"I'm worried." Mumbled Polnareff as he began to pull out his pack of cigarettes from his pockets. He shoved it back in upon recalling your conversation with Jotaro in the desert.

"Sadly, Kakyoin might be out of action for the rest of this trip." Grumbled Jotaro.

Caesar moved a hand through his hair, "I really hope that doesn't happen. But we called up some doctors from the SPW foundation, that'll probably help."

You gave a low hum, "Yup. That should increase his chances." You all slowed down to a stop upon rounding a corner to see a semi busy street.

Polnareff's face lit up, "Hey, there are a lot of cafés around here. Let's get a drink and relax."

"Great idea, which one?" Asked Joseph.

Polnareff took the cigarette pack back out and tossed one into the air. It landed facing a café labeled Maxim. "I guess my cigarette picked that one." You all shrugged, supposing it was as good a method as any. You all gathered around a table and took your seats.

A man wearing an apron and holding a notepad immediately showed up next to you. "Welcome. What would you like?"

"Let's see..." Started the French man, "I'd like some black tea."

"Same." Spoke Jotaro.

"Alright. Five black teas, then?" The server started to walk away.

Joseph rose his hand as he stopped the man, "No, we'd better not. Listen. We're in Egypt, which is enemy territory. More enemies are lurking around than ever before, and we don't know when they'll attack. We have to be more careful than we've been when it comes to poison. From now on, only drink from bottles or cans."

You saw a kid with unusually tall hair stick his head out from the entrance to the back room. He was holding a pink book. Upon making eye contact with him, he immediately hid.

"What? Are you serious?" Questioned Polnareff.

"Yes, I am." Joseph turned his attention to the waiter, "Hey, forget the black tea.We're going to have cola instead."

"Cola?!" Shouted the man as he looked at all of you in disbelief.

Caesar rose an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with that?"

The man shook his head, "N-No. Okay. Cola, right?" He turned around walked over to the small refrigerator with a glass door. "So five colas, then."

"Oh, and we'll take the caps off at the table ourselves." Added in Joseph. Also, I want the third, fourth, and fifth colas from the right and the first and third on the second row."

As the man started to reach into the fridge, one of the other customers stood up to complain, "Hey, Manager! This cola isn't cold at all. Your shop serves warm cola? I'm not gonna pay, you jackass!" The customer left the bottle on the table and left.

Joseph called out to the apron wearing man, "Hey, are the colas not cold?"

The guy rubbed the back of his neck, "Th-The refrigerator is broken."

Polnareff waved his hand through the air, "You're being too paranoid. Even if that guy were our enemy, and if he were really trying to poison us... How would he know that we'd come in here? This city has all these cafés, and I happened to choose this one. If there were only one café, maybe, but there are plenty."