One Hundred and Fifty Eight in a row...

Part 5

The grotesque pair steadily made their way through the restaurant spreading hysteria all around. People screamed, cried, and did all they could to get out of sight of these two intruders. One desperate couple over turned their table and finished their dinner on the floor in behind it. It was becoming readily apparent that someone had to take action before total chaos ensued. The night needed a hero and it was the highly unlikely restaurant owner who decided he would be the one to take up the cause.

Straightening his tie and thrusting his chest out he approached the two and said with a wavering voice, "You are n-not welcome here! Please, um, go away. I will not have people throwing up and fainting in my restaurant! S-so go away."

The two disgraceful abominations stopped in their tracks and faced the owner to take a moment to observe him with a bored stare. The man scratched at his facial hair, yawned, and then stuck his small finger in his ear and wriggled it vigorously.

The restaurant owner looked away for a moment to keep from gagging but managed to stand firm against this onslaught of indecency. "That is disgusting. You sh-should be ashamed!", he said in his most commanding voice as he stuck a finger in the man's face while still making sure to maintain a safe distance.

These characters were an awful intrusion on his restaurant, however, he felt a bit of excitement he was not used to and found he was actually enjoying it on some perverse level. He lived in a near perfect world where no one ever bothered to disrupt his restaurant with obnoxious behavior, complain about service, or send food back for some absurd reason. Aside from this the thought of all these strangers witnessing his heroism was also quite thrilling!

M watched from a nearby table with growing interest. She could not be sure what she was feeling but with every disturbing action this strange man took her desire to be near him grew. It was all very confusing to her why she should feel this way. He was, after all, an incredibly disgusting individual yet she wanted more than anything to speak to him, to know him more intimately. She blushed - again.

X touched her arm lightly and whispered in her ear, "Do not worry my dear. I shall protect you. I know karate."

Meanwhile the restaurant owner, despite greatly enjoying his moment in the spotlight, was not making any progress removing these two from the premises. He began to ponder what other choice words he could use to further add drama and impact to his performance but the two turned and walked past him as if he were never there to begin with.

He hung his head dejectedly and pouted. His moment of glory had turned out to be a complete failure. Perhaps running a high priced, highly successful, post-post modern restaurant was all he was ever meant to do.

M could hardly believe it but the two were approaching her table. Her heart raced. The imperfect man stared directly into her eyes. She took a big gulp from her glass spilling some of it on her clothes. They stopped before the table and stood for a moment staring at M and her perfect friend.

M was about to lie to X about how disgusting the two were and that they should probably leave immediately when the man gently took her hand and held it up as if inviting her to come with him.

A woman at a table across from her threw up gold all over her date.