Table for Two (don't mind the holes)
Author's Note
This is a short story if you didn't notice by the word count. Just had an idea that I had to get written down.
Table for Two (don't mind the holes)
All is quiet until you break the ice saying "Ya know? I thought we were a showmare and her assistant, NOT a fucking SWAT team.” You kick a piece of rubble into a big pile of rubble.“Trixie cannot help that you attract the most bizarre trouble Trixie has ever been a part of.” Trixie huffs and does the same 'rubble reallocation' you did. For some reason whenever the two of you would do something together outside of work things would always take a turn for the crazy. From random S-class super villains to third rate cocky crooks, somehow you two got mixed up in it practically in every city you’ve both been to.
“Trixie supposes we must wait for someone to come rescue us. Trixie is…”
“You can cut it with the showmare act. They are all knocked out.” You deadpan.
“Hurmf,” She grumbles, turning her head away with an offended attitude. “It doesn’t matter. I used a lot magic today and I am spent. Hopefully the town’s fire department will come soon after hearing all that commotion.”
“Commotion? Hah! That was more like a fracas.”
“Stop. Trixie knows what you are doing. Trix~ I am not doing this with you.” She gives you a scolding glance for your hilarious reference.
“Party pooper.” With that the room falls back to silence for few moments as neither of you know what to do next except wait.
“Ya know? We haven't really had the chance to just relax since this whole thing started." You walk over to the table and sit it back on upright and pulls out the good chair and offers for her to sit. She gives a knowing smirk before sauntering over and sitting in the opposite broken chair mockingly cocking an eye at you. Trixie did have a way of surprising you sometimes.
By her demeanor you wouldn't think she would treat you as with much respect, but she always found ways of showing you that she sees you as her equal. In roundabout 'not actually gonna say it' kind of ways. Eh, good enough. You take the hint giving a small 'heh' before walking to a nearby shelf. You find and grab 2 glasses and a red wine bottle with the top third broken off from the battle.
Bringing everything over, you place the glasses opposite each other on the table and assumes the role of a high-profile waiter. A dirty cloth hangs over an arm you hold horizontal across your abdomen as you hold the broken bottle over the arm offering the label for her to view.
"Pardon me madam, may I offer you our best wine this evening. It is of an excellent vintage." You say in a mock but convincing prestigious tone.
"You may, Monsieur. Fill it to the top please. I'd hate to waste a drop of such a fine delicacy. And leave the bottle." She smiles back matching your act.
"As you wish." You state and proceed to pore through a V-shaped missing section of the bottle.
Once done you set the bottle onto the table and bow to her. "Will you be expecting company this evening as well?" You ask still holding up the act.
“I will. I have a date. His name's Anonymous if you see him. Though he has a bad habit of making me wait he will be here shortly." She ends her chat looking with a frown down at her hoof as if to inspect it in boredom.
"Very good," you reply before walking back behind her and tossing the rag off into the distance. You wait a second. Tapping your foot on the ground and checking the watch, that you don't have, for the time then reappearing on her other side.
"Oh, sorry I'm late!" You act exasperated, "you would not believe the traffic coming. An absolute nightmare."
You pull up the chair you had pulled out earlier and sit down on it. "I'm sorry, did you wait long?"
"Not much longer than I'm used to waiting for you." She keeps a monotone expression.
"I am truly sorry about that. Have you already ordered?"
"Just the wine."
"Ah I see." You reach over to grab the bottle but she snatches it up in her magic dropping her bored demeanor and switching back to her usual smirk.
"Allow me." She says as she pores his glass for you.
"You are far to kind to me."
"Yes, I am." she counters but only fills your glass halfway. You cock a brow at her as she slaps the bottle back onto the table. "Really?" you say before the both give a small chuckle.
You both sit there for a moment just staring at your own glasses of red liquid. Trixie is the one to start the conversation this time. "Ya know.” She says mocking your usual mocking your personal manner of speaking. You get it. Always opening up an awkward moment with a rhetorical question gets old. Haha. “I thought the server would be back in shorter time than this. A terrible place you have invited me too where the waiters can't even wait in a timely fashion."
You couldn't help but guffaw at her statement. "I'm sure he's doing his best. It does seem awfully busy at this time." You say waving around a hand lackadaisically to emphasize the point but not another sound could be heard around the room except a few moments later when a glass is heard crashing in the distance.
The both of you let out hardy laughs and then continue with other small talk, chit chatting about the events that took place that day. It was truly funny now that you both had a time to relax. Somehow being caught up in case of mistaken identity, being kidnapped, held for ransom, performing a mock show for your captors so you could slip out of your bindings, getting hit in the face with a pie (No idea where that came from). Overall it was a good time. Maybe a couple hours pass before sirens and horns could be heard outside the building.You’re unsure as you’ve lost track of time with the good conversation and somewhere around the 3rd bottle of wine.
The fire department finally breaks open a double door. They look on in confusion at the couple.A few meters into the warehouse it can be seen. Lit from a single ray of light to illuminate the two friends. Lost in their own world. Two empty wine glasses and a few tipped over broken bottles adorn the table they sit at. You appearing to tell an animated story using hand gestures and Trixie trying to cover her mouth and holding her stomach from a genuine laugh. Both of you not even realizing your rescuers had arrived. -END-
