The Trouble With Time 16

Their seating was as follows around the joined tables: Malik, Altair, and Desmond on one side, Ezio, Leonardo, and Shaun on the other.
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Between six men, beer didn't last. Neither did 'endless' crab baskets. Or breadsticks. But so far, everyone was having a good time. Even the usually crabby (no pun intended) Shaun was offering up jokes and laughing along with his little group of friends.

"Another round, gentlemen?" A pretty young man looking more like a girl than a boy came to the table with a fresh pitcher of amber liquid, frothy at the top with foam. He'd been giving Shaun 'the eye' the whole hour they had been there, fixing his hair and his apron whenever he caught the historian looking his way. It was pretty obvious the youth was gay and there had been jabs made about that, but so far nothing offensive. No reason to scare such a gracious host away.

Ezio lifted his mug across the artist's place, raising an approving brow at the blonde. "Here, boy. Fill this, please." His smile was warm and sweet, which Leonardo decided he didn't like so much, but their server didn't seem to noice it. He made his way around the table and happily filled the glass. Altair lifted his hand to take the full container. "I will take this. We need breadsticks." Green eyes flicked toward the Arabian, following the edge of his hood down to the scar on his lips. The scar that matched two other men at the table... were they related...?

"Antonio, if you do not mind..." Leonardo touched a gentle hand to the bare skin of an arm. Something in his eyes was beyond annoyed, belying the smile on his face. "We are also in need of napkins. Would you bring some over?"

The younger male flushed pink in the cheeks over such a simple little touch. "R-right away... I'll be right back!" And in a rush, he was gone to get napkins and breadsticks. Despite himself, the Rennaisance inventor chuckled to himself. Maybe the boy wasn't so bad after all.

Desmond, meanwhile, had been chit chatting with Shaun and Malik quietly about the quality of the appetizer and the beer. "I can't believe I didn't know about this place before. I can't wait for the entrees." Shaun took a sip of his drink and nibbled the last little bit of the meat in his claw. "I know... The crabs are great. Better than the ones down the street fromthe place I used to work at." Malik, who had never had crabs before, was too busy cleaning the last of the meat from the body of his chosen shell.

Antonio came far sooner than anyone expected, setting the napkins at Malik's side and the basket of sticks in the middle of the table. A squeak slipped passed his lips and his body jerked upright, a hand almost upsetting Malik's plate of crabs. "Oh! I told you to quit that!"  His head whipped around just as another, older male walked by with a smirk painted across his face. "Julian, I TOLD you, you CAN'T do that at work!"

Six sets of eyes looked up at the pair, the taller man noting this before turning his attentions to the blonde boy. "I was just messing around... You don't usually complain about it." Said 'you' looked up through angry eyes in an attempt to make himself look intimidating. "Yeah, well...It's busy here tonight and I have alota work to do! Don't go feelin' me all up in fronna' the customers, kay?" Antonio kept his tone low enough for the elder to hear, but the brunet didn't seem to mind letting others know their buisness. "Don't sweat it, kiddo! It's not a big deal."

The pair argued quietly (quietly?) between themselves before Shaun piped up. "I hate to break up this little lover's spat, but we ARE waiting on our meals. Antonio, be a good boy and go get our food, okay?" Gentle palm pushed the smaller body off toward the kitchen doors, for which Antonio seemed happy, but Julian didn't seem too pleased. He leaned in close to the man in the grey shirt, his brows drawn together in annoyance. "You should mind your buisness, limey. Tonio and I don't have anything to do with you."

Glasses were fixed up Shaun's nose with a finger just before his arms crossed over his chest. Annoyed as he was, he wasn't about to let this ruin the night his friends planned for him. "You're right about that. But then, none of the people here have anything to do with your buisness, so whatever is going on between the both of you, leave it at home."  Hastings sat himself back down just as Antonio came by with a full tray of dishes, his eyes flickering between Shaun and Julian's faces. "Time to eat up! So, who had what, eh heh...?"