Food and Friends

[Yanma Li]

"First off, you make food in that kitchen. Food is stored in that kitchen. I doubt eating in there is any worse...and secondly, are you telling me that you're a sloppy eater and you don't clean up after yourself, Hakkai?" Just because she was blonde didn't make her an absolute moron and it served to irritate her a little when other people thought so.

Despite being creepy, Hakkai could be a nice guy. But she knew he got defensive over the redhead. That wasn't her problem, maybe he should pick better friends next time. Like Sanzo. Sanzo wasn't friends with that pervert, at least from what she could tell. Sure, he was friends with a noisy, pig-monkey and a creepy guy who smiled all the time, but they weren't as troublesome as the mongrel.

While she set about pretending Goku and Hakkai no longer existed, she gathered up some of the polished off plates to get them out of the way. One of her brows slowly rose as Sanzo spoke about a lecture he was putting together. She was generous and all, she just wasn't graceful with people like Gojyo. "Well, I don't mean to seem full of myself but I let ten percent of my earnings on every check go to-" Yanma blinked, looking at Goku as the little monkey pretty much shot down Sanzo's ploy. Or sort of did. "Riiight..."

She wasn't even going to ask. They were an odd bunch at the best of times. Shaking her head, she took away the cleared off dishes to put them in the bin before she turned to the bar.

No kappa.

Yanma blinked a couple times then went over and leaned on the bar counter to see if the moron was hiding. Okay, he wasn't there. Where the fuck did he go? She looked to her left at the two drunks passed out on the bar. She then looked around for something like the order pad. No order pad. "Well, I guess when you're too stupid to read, you're probably too stupid to write too..." Gojyo probably just memorized that shit, which was fine and dandy for slow nights, but not when you decided to bail like some wuss.

She would take a moment to figure out what the drunks had gotten later once she was done with Sanzo and his pet monkey. Leaving the bar, she came back over to the party's table and stood with her hip out, hand resting on it. "Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but the peon took off or whatever. So will you be ordering anything else or are you good?" Without Gojyo within shouting distance, she could start being a little more amiable. Just a little. She had a tyrannical image to keep up after all.

[Cho Hakkai]

Hakkai hid a grin at Sanzo's response, the other man so rarely smiled that he always felt that he had to do all the smiling for the priest. He hadn't mean to speak his mind so suddenly and he was a little sheepish that he had been so snippy. But who could blame him? Yanma managed to get on even the most patient man's nerves. Though Hakkai would never be a jerk and say it outloud, Sanzo was right in thinking that the woman may have been the spawn of all that was evil.

When Yanma snipped back at him, Hakkai plastered on a pleasant smile that his friends knew was the one he used to cover extreme annoyance. "Well you work with food, I always thought it was against the code to wear nail polish. I have my rules, and the food code, to follow."

The man calmly retorted with his polite, but annoyed smile. He stood up from the booth, leaving Sanzo with nothing blocking him from the wicked witch of the east. "I'm sure you can find me when you have more information. It was nice seeing you two." Hakkai gave his friends a much friendlier smile and nodded to Sanzo. Before Yanma could freak out and make him a target of her unreasonable rages, Hakkai left to the kitchen with his own plates.

Once in the kitchen, Hakkai set about to settling himself back into his own workplace. He fed his dragon friend and placed a bowl of water for Hakuryu before washing his hands and preparing for the rest of the slow day. He didn't blame Gojyo for ditching out at all, but at least one of them had to stay and make money.

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[Genjo Sanzo]

Note to self. Try to fucking remember that Goku is a complete failure when put on the spot.

What had started out as a pleasant day had devolved in several horrible fashions. The bombshell that the Aspects had dropped on him had been weighing heavily on him. Then Goku's fucking bullshit remark that had sent him into a rage. Even just thinking about it made his eye twitch. Follow that with a rather unsuccesful talk with the others, and he just wanted to break something.

I have a feeling things would have been easier if there had been a physical representation of this... Like, I don't know.. a whole freaking horde of demons or someone close to us losing their control. I should have known better then to just throw it on the table.

It was too late to fix that now. The only thing he could hope was that the strange attack that had occurred behind the bar wasn't the sign that they would need to convince Gojyo to join them.

I'll have to make sure Hakkai keeps a close eye on him. He knew that the smiling man would anyways. Hakkai was fairly dedicated to him, in the same manner that Goku was dedicated to him.

The priest actually gave himself a genuince facepalm as the monkey basically blew the whole charade. "Goku... You god damn moron." With that said and done, he grabbed his drink, draining the glass before refilling it with the rapidly diminishing pitcher. Already, he was trying to figure out how to distract himself and to keep the blonde woman away from him.

Fortunately, it seemed luck was on his side. The evening seemed to have come to an abrupt close, as it seemed to happen so often when the night was slow and Yanma had nothing better to then to be a pest to all of them. As the blonde pest came back to them, he glanced up at her with his vivid violet eyes before closing them and drinking his drink.

"This will be it, Yanma." Reaching into his robes, he pulled out the golden card and placed it on the table. "Goku had his usual. A pitcher of Tokyo Rose, a Purple Wind, a Sake Bomb. We'll leave once Goku is done. I've got work to do back at the Temple."

That at least was the truth.

Overly annoyed now, and showing it, the priest just sipped the rest of his drink, scowling.