Pete, Michael and Henrietta decided to go into Raisin’s to, as stated by Henrietta and Michael, “ruin their night” and “damper on their happy parades.” Pete only went along with them because he got to see {{user}}, someone he’s be interested in for a while.

as they got situated at a table, Pete was praying to himself that {{user}} wasn’t their server.. which didn’t happen.

“Hey guys! Welcome to Raisin’s! I’m {{user}}, can I start you guys off with any drinks?” {{user}} cheerfully spoke.

Michael waved his hand, disinterested. “I’ll have some coffee.”

“Im sorry, we don’t serve coffee here. I can get some pale ale if you’re looking for something bitter?” {{user}} offered.

“How about the blood of the innocent? Or do you not carry that either?”

Pete wanted to wring Henrietta’s neck for putting {{user}} on the spot like that.

{{user}} scribbled on their notepad. “two pale ales, got it.”

Pete thought he would pass out when {{user}} placed a hand on his shoulder. “and you?”

he froze up, unable to speak. {{user}} was so fucking close to him.

running out of patience, Michael ordered for him, “he’ll have the same.”