Grabbing Lunch (El Vainillo RP #2 v Mr. Crazy)
Oct 5, 2015 0:08:59 GMT
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The luchador walked in at noon on the dot, causing Lyndsey Matthews to quickly stash away the phone she had been staring at - secretly hoping her supervisors wouldn't hear about it - and put on her best professional smile.
'Welcome to Pollo Bucket, may I take your or--'
She never finished the sentence. Standing in front of her was, not a regular customer, but someone in a lucha mask - someone she was fairly certain she had seen perform round the back of the restaurant two weeks ago. His name escaped her just then, but she knew it had something to do with baking...El Sucre, or El Leche...something like that. Either way, she was pretty sure it had been him fighting one of her favorites, Zookeeper Willie, at the latest event.
'El Vainillo has chicken burger, yes?' El Vainillo, that was it! New guy in from a rival promotion in Austin.
'Sure. Fries with that?'
He pondered for a minute. '...sure. And Coke.'
'Right away', she said, getting to work. After a moment, however, her curiosity got the best of her, and she heard herself ask: 'So...how are things going for you so far? Are you enjoying yourself?'
'Yes. Very nice. El Vainillo very well treating.'
'Shame about your match with Willie...that Tigre is such a jerk!' She meant that, too. She had been engrossed in the match, and felt genuinely angry when Tigre de Jengibre had interfered.
'Is okay. El Vainillo is teaching him lesson another time.'
'I hope so.' She busied herself with the fryer for a moment. 'You've got someone else this week, though, right?'
'Yes. El Vainillo does lucha with Senor Crazy this week.'
'He's a new guy, right? Are you confident?'
The mask made it hard to tell, but his voice seemed to hint at a smile. 'Senorita...what is being your name, sorry?'
'Lyndsey.'
'Senorita Lyndsey...El Vainillo is being underheated in lucha. Is meaning, he is never losing. El Vainillo compresses everyone. Compresses management, compresses fans...'
She smiled. 'You mean impresses.'
'Right, right.' His tone shifted again, becoming sheepish. 'El Vainillo is not being real good at English. What El Vainillo means to say is, Senor Loco, El Vainillo is knowing nothing about. El Vainillo thinks he is being good, or Pollomania is not saying for him to do lucha for them. But El Vainillo wins hard matches, here and in other company. So El Vainillo is knowing he can win this one too.' He leaned forward across the counter. 'Maybe he is winning it for you, pretty lady.'
She giggled, handing him his food. 'I have a boyfriend. Here is your order.'
'Much thankings.' He took the bag from her hand and began to walk out, only to turn back after a moment. 'So...Lyndsey and El Vainillo are being friends now, yes?'
She smiled, in spite of herself. 'Yes.'
And deep down, she wished he would win the match for her.
Final Word Count: 493