On My Radar

[Abrax Dragonslayer]

Checking into the hotel had been easy enough but seeing the type of food that the Native New Zealander's allowed themselves to consume had almost sickened Abrax Dragonslayer. Being raised in a large estate alongside a vast majority of his large family in Greece, The Greek man had a fine pallet, seasoned over nineteen years of home food. Any old food wouldn't have done, Abrax expected traditional Greek dishes, not swill that these backwards squibs were serving.

It was as he was thinking this while walking down the Obsidian Harbour, he found one restaurant that his eye’s caught a glimpse of a restaurant that looked as if it would cater to his specific acquired taste. Tables draped in golden cloth, glasses self-refilling with wine, it looked as if the restaurant had appeared just for him, but the small smattering of customers already dining inside suggested otherwise.

He stepped inside, and waited to be seated. Approaching him was a young man, one who could be said to be quite attractive. Abrax gave the waiter one of his most charming smiles and brushed non-existent dust off of his blazer.

"Table for one please." He said, only the slightest of Greek Accents pushing through, as he followed the young man further into the restaurant. The smells of home filled the air, and his mind drifted back to when he was younger, eating homecooked food. He knew this food would subpar at best, but having not been at home in so long, even the smallest reminder felt good.

 

[Anatoliy Mihaylov]

Waiting on tables was not on Ana's agenda for the night until the moment he stepped into the back door of the restaurant to be told as such and thrown an ill-fitting suit to wear while he waited on people's hands and feet like some sort of slave. He was a bus boy simply because it was non-customer facing for the most part and talking to anyone was a task for him at best. Not once did he expect to be thrown in the deep end when one of the actual, trained and polite waiters called in sick and especially when his boss hated every fiber of his being. But in this case beggars couldn't be choosers and Anatoliy was the last resort which burdened him immensely however did cause him to feel accomplished and hopeful his pay packet that week would have a few extra galleons for his troubles. It was a sliver of hope, but one he held onto for the sake of his sanity as he served person after person with a facade of formality usually reserved for his family.

The only highlight was that one of the customers he waited on that evening seemed less of a snob and more relatable than the others. Ana found his fake smile turn somewhat genuine to match the charming one he was given as he approached the guy, welcoming him to the restaurant and seating him at a table for one as per his request. As the man sat down, Ana unfolded the menu in front of him and repeated the night's specials. Though he should have known them like the back of his hand at that point he was sure he'd gotten every special wrong. He didn't even know the chefs recommendation that evening or what any of the dishes contained as they were in a foreign language. Though he did know it wasn't his responsibility to find out as he was still a bus boy through and through and the stress of working as a waiter that night was only temporary. A one night only circumstance as Ana was sure he would quit if he was ever asked to talk to that many people again. "Would you like a drink to begin your evening, sir?" The Russian asked in his heavy accent as he waited a response from the man.

 

[Abrax Dragonslayer]

The high-end restaurant was exactly as he'd expected it to be, full of snobby rich people and old alcohol. He'd been attracted to the place because it smelt like home but now when the waiter offered him a drink he couldn't say no. But he could have some company. He'd listened as the poor boy had butchered the specials, Greek Cuisine obviously wasn't his strong point, and this obviously wasn't his dream job. He, like most people, were just trying to make ends meet.

"Sure, If you'd care to drink with me?" he replied, noting the man's Russian accent. He smiled again and leaned back in his chair. "Or do you have anything better to do in a place like this?" he smirked, his hand gesturing to the seat in front of him. He'd been in New Zealand a few nights now, and planned to meet one of his cousins, but he still hadn't taken the time for a good drink. He awaited the cute boy's response, a boy who couldn't be much older, if not the same age as him. He just hoped that the fact he was the diner and the boy was the waiter wouldn't make the boy see him any differently. A hopeful friend.

 

[Anatoliy Mihaylov]

Ana waited on the man's response with his self inking quill edging the surface of the small notebook in his hands, hoping he wouldn't order something too complicated to spell nor something too specific as he quite honestly didn't have enough patience for it. The all too specific orders of a different table that evening had already wore his patience too thin. He nearly sighed with relief when the guy didn't order anything specific and instead invited him to share a drink. It was almost a surprise considering he was supposed to wait on the other man and not join him but then again, Ana wasn't a waiter and he had never been, and despite it going against the 'rules' of waiting on someone in a high end restaurant the offer was all too tempting after what had been a stressful day of work where he was in every way out of his comfort zone. He quickly returned the small notebook and quill to his back pocket and said "Of course I have nothing better to do. What drink do you want us to share?" He fully intended to get whatever alcohol the man wanted before pulling out the other chair at the table and sitting with him as he unwound from the stress of the past few hours despite still being clocked onto his shift. Ana was truly and completely beyond caring, thinking that if he was confronted with his unprofessional actions he would use the excuse that he didn't know better, that he was a busboy and his boss should have expected such an outcome from putting an antisocial warmonger in a customer facing position.

 

[Abrax Dragonslayer]

Abrax hid a small smile as the waiter almost eagerly discarded his notepad and quill back into his pockets as he replied. It was obvious that the man had been uncomfortable waiting on people and now even though he'd agreed to sit with him, he still was wanting to get the drinks. Abe smirked as he shook his head, "You've been waiting all night, I'll grab the drinks." with a flick of his seventeen and a half inch wand, the chair opposite him slid out, and with a second flick, two glasses and a couple of bottles of wine had flew to their table. The younger man standing opposite him piqued Abe's interests, "I could have fun with this one." he thought to himself.

Picking up one of the bottles, he popped the cork with his thumb and raised the bottle to his new friend, "Let's start drinking shall we?" he asked the young man, still aware he didn't know his name. "Just be sure to put it on my tab. I'm Abrax. Abrax Dragonslayer."He poured two glasses of the stuff unsure if he'd even like the drink but slightly doing it to show his wealth, hoping that might attract the young man. If not, then he had plenty of other attributes to exploit that could make many men and woman fall for him.

 

[Anatoliy Mihaylov]

Ana raised an eyebrow as the man insisted on getting the drinks himself, watching curiously as he summoned bottles of wine and two glasses to the small table with nothing more than a flick of his wand. When everything was set in place on the golden tablecloth, Ana glanced momentarily around the restaurant, hesitating slightly with the possibility of getting caught before he realized he honestly did not care and threw whatever caution he still had to the wind. He sighed and sat down in the chair opposite the man, nodding at his introduction and then picking up one of the wine glasses after it was filled with the bitter liquid and sipping from it. Despite not knowing much about waiting on tables, Ana did know the price of the wine Abrax chose as many other tables that night had ordered it. He smirked at this realization and then looked up from his glass and to Abrax, introducing himself in return. "My name's Anatoliy, but everyone calls me Ana." Nodding at the other man, Ana tipped his glass slightly in the same direction before sipping from it again. This was definitely a nice way to deal with what had been a terrible night. Ana's shift was still far from over but he was pleased beyond belief to have an outlet for the stress of working like a slave to serve food to rich, snobby witches and wizards. He didn't want this moment to end so he continued to sip from the wine as he asked "What brings you to this restaurant?"