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Harlen

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Date Posted: 09:45:45 07/24/01 Tue

As the group (easily the largest in the resaurant) chats and relaxes in the company of their menus and the carefully-tended exotic looking plants, the Maitre D' signals for a waiter to attend the table. Across the room a half door glides open on silent hinges and another of the nearly-identical wait staff slips out.

He moves with practiced grace through the maze of tables and serving carts, the white cloth draped over his right arm barely seeming to ripple as he weaves his way towards their table. From the waist down he's clad in a pair of loose fitting black dress pants, the same color as the pressed black jacket over the button down white shirt. In his left hand is clasped a small, spiral bound notebook with a pen through the binding at the top.

His chestnut hair is pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head which falls to just past his shoulders. His ear is pierced, although no earing is in the hole at the moment. Settled atop his head is a black cowboy hat, a change from his usual brown, that matches the jacket and his pants.

He arrives at the table and sweeps the group with light blue eyes, starting a well-practiced speach before he finishes his visual sweep of the table.

"Good evening, I'm Irvine Kinneas and I'll be your waiter for the evening. If anyone would like a soup or sal..." He trails off as his eyes rest on Seifer.

"Seifer? Is that you?"

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[> Subject: Oops. Meant to sign that as Irvine Kinneas.
Author: Harlen [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:47:31 07/24/01 Tue

[> Subject: Wow, I completely forgot about Seifer. Excuse me while I go laugh my arse off now.
Author: Kit (GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 14:45:25 07/24/01 Tue