| Part Five Quatre�s hand shook as he tried to bring his orange juice to his lips for the third time, and once again, the juice sloshed all over, adding another stain to his pants. He glared icily at Duo, this was all his fault, Quatre was sure of it. And there he was, bouncing up and down in the booth inside the tiny Denny�s on the L1 colony like nothing had ever happened. He growled ferraly. Trowa, who had been cleaning off the blonde pilot�s lap with a napkin paused and looked at him, an eyebrow raised on the normally expressionless face. �What!?� Quatre asked, irritability showing through the pilot�s normally serene voice. �Nothing,� Trowa shook his head, �Here.� He began to dab at Quatre�s khakis again, but the arabian waved him away, not wanting to be fussed over like a child. It wasn�t like he�d never had orange juice on his pants before, Quatre rethought the words that had just gone through his head, and realized that this was simply not true. �Quatre�..yo Quats�..Earth to Quatre, come in Quatre.� Duo was waving his hand in front of his face, and this broke the daze the small pilot had fallen into. �Did you just hear a word that was said?� �Wha? Er�.no.� Quatre blushed, staring into his glass of dangerous orange juice that threatened to pour another stain onto his pants at any moment. �I asked if you were ready to order. You were like in outer space.� Duo giggled, �Only, we�re all in outer space!!!� Duo began to laugh hysterically at his own joke, and received a swift punch in the nose from Heero. He clutched his nose, �OWCH!! Holdy shih!!!� His nose quickly began to bleed profusely and he scrambled to get a napkin and proceeded to grip it to his nose. Even Quatre couldn�t continue his brooding act with this going on in front of him, he giggled a bit, �Thinking of this morning�s exploits are we Duo?� The albino arabian chuckled under his breath. Duo tried to glare, but it looked more like a grimace, �Shud upf!!� he whined through the quickly bloodied napkins. Heero looked at his braided companion and was hard pressed to keep an expressionless face. Duo had wadded up three napkins and shoved them haphazardly in each nostril so that he wouldn�t have to hold them there. Quatre burst into twittering hysterics and even Trowa smiled, only Wufei looked disgusted. �I can�t believe I�m out with you people,� he ripped one of the napkins out of Duo�s nose, �Have you not one shred of dignity at all!?� Despite his bloodied nose, Duo grinned and shook his head. Wufei rolled his eyes and sighed, this was not going to be a fun trip, he could feel it. He looked around, searching for a waitress. Wufei�s nose wrinkled at his surroundings Denny�s, of all the restaurants in the universe, he chose Denny�s. The asian man sighed. �Are you guys ready to order?� A young waitress addressed the entire table, but only Duo, Quatre and Trowa looked up. �Umm�.I�ll have the Grand Slam� breakfast, darlin�.� Duo made a �gunshot� with his hand as he ordered. Wufei rolled his eyes, laying his forehead on the back of his hand. �And you?� the waitress addressed the chinese man. Wufei looked up, startled. �Are you addressing me?� The woman chewed her gum and nodded, eyes widening as if it were obvious. �Is it not clear to you that I do NOT want to order?� He sneered. �Oh, of course it wouldn�t be. I shouldn�t expect that much from a woman.� His tone was harsh and he leaned forward momentarily to accentuate the last word. �Much less a woman working in Denny�s.� The waitress blushed and looked as if she was about to cry. �Wufei!� Quatre chided, �I�m so sorry for the behavior of our friend here.� He reached out a hand and grasped the waitress�s. �Now,� he read her nametag, �Cindy, if you could be a dear and just get us three of what the first gentleman ordered, that would be just wonderful.� He smiled warmly, and Cindy bit her lip and nodded, a smile crossing her lips too. �Thank you.� Quatre said to her retreating back. As soon as she was out of earshot, he whirled on Wufei. �Haven�t you ever had any contact with girls ever!?� He inquired, attempting to remain calm, but his fa�ade was given away by the pulsating vein in his forehead. Wufei clenched his fists on the table. �I am not in the mood for this Winner.� He hissed, his jaw locked. �I don�t care what sort of mood you�re in,� Quatre replied curtly, �You quite clearly are unable to handle the most basic of social situations. I think that you should go and wait in the car.� He said without missing a beat as Wufei�s normally slitted eyes nearly bugged out of his head. The blonde pilot pointed a slender finger, �Go, now please.� �Quatre�� Trowa gave him a warning look, but Quatre silenced him with a motion, and pointed more firmly. He rolled his eyes and looked out the window, trying to ignore the blow that was about to come. Wufei choked on the sip of water he was sipping, and his already narrow eyes turned to nasty slits, �You want me to do what!?� His voice retained a frightening level of calm. �Go wait in the car, you clearly can�t behave yourself in any sort of public, social situation.� Quatre�s voice was placid, but there was a hint of shaking, as if he were suddenly having reservations about ordering the other pilot about. �Go?� He sounded much less sure this time. �What about Maxwell?� The name sounded like a curse as it rolled off his lips. �Doesn�t he belong in the car as well?� Wufei�s upper lip curled into a snarl. �Wha? Why me!?� Duo was taken by surprise and was about to protest this accusation further when Wufei looked at him. His icy gaze seemed to glue Duo�s mouth shut and his back firmly to the cushion of the booth. The chinese man stared at him incredulously, �Why-Why you!?� he scoffed, �I�m not the one sitting here with bloody Kleenexes hanging out of my nose!!� Duo blushed deeply and quickly reached up a hand to remove the tissues from his nostrils, his face a bright shade of crimson. �I�I�ll be good�I promise.� Duo looked up at Wufei with crystalline indigo eyes, and the asian didn�t have the heart to argue anymore. Damn man looks like he�s about to cry! Wufei realized with amazement. Wufei took a breath, �Fine�fine ok I�ll �be good� too.� He made quote fingers and seemed utterly disgusted with himself for having repeated the words that Duo had already spoken. Quatre sighed with relief and sagged against Trowa, this was turning out to be a very tiring morning. The tall man looked down at him and put his arm around his shoulders comfortingly. Duo�s incessant smile had jumped up and returned to his face and he was now beaming at Heero. Yuy didn�t look at all impressed, but none-the-less it seemed that he had scooted a bit closer to Maxwell and his cold gaze had softened a bit. Wufei rolled his eyes and made a frustrated sound, �Great�now all of you are going to get all lovey dovey in the middle of Denny�s and I�m gonna be stuck in the middle of it!.� He now firmly regretted sitting in the middle of both couples at a half moon booth. He sighed and laid his head down on the table, his muttering lost by the muffling of his sleeves. When making an untasteful joke, If you don�t wish your nose to be broke Make sure that some pilots Are far out of earshot Or else on your blood you may choke (And you know what pilot I mean�oh yeah�Quatre�I MEAN!!!!) |