MandoBurger Versus Taco Hutt (Open to Mandos and Friends)

[Ashin Varanin]

Skirting the violence, Skorri approached the counter and said: "Wun Fett." She then slapped her clanmate's credit chit down on the counter, as per his suggestion. Oh. Manners. "Wun Fett. Peas."

"One Fettburger coming right up, kid." Alec offered the girl a warm smile, because it sucked being fresh off the boat.

Canal was in the line and saw the violence made by some man which was quickly diminished by a man with a steel hat. Luckily, the clone had his armor and was armed with two blaster pistols in case of any hostile attack towards him. With the violence gone, the Fett clone continued to wait in line for his burger.

An armored Fett clone got put down for a burger as well. Frankly, Alec didn't have a prayer of telling them apart at the best of times, let alone when she was juggling ten orders.

The line moved up and Draco rattled off the pair of orders to the cook, a Mandalorian woman wielding a beskar spatula. "Can we get two Royal nerf burgers, two orders of fries, two pies, a water, and a soda please." His deep baritone rang through the din of the kitchen as he placed money on the counter to pay for their meals.

The money disappeared. "Right you are," said Alec, as if the man across from her hadn't bought and sold small empires, one of them to her.

{I'll take a #2, the two Jango Minis, no sides, water and your lunch break.} Over confident as ever the quick fingered Mando was a hopeless flirt when it came to Mando women.

Alec didn't miss a beat. "Done, done, done, and only if you've got a swoop to match the stubble."

“Only if I could get a tall glass of whatever you are Alec, then my thirst would be quenched.” Once again, a smirk and then she bit into the burger which was utterly delicious. She remained at the counter mostly to bother Alec as she attempted to work through the rush of people ordering burgers. Glancing over at the woman while the gentleman who was signing in mando walked up, Allyson licked the corner of her face free of the pepper sauce Alec had tossed into her burger. “I’ll take those fries after you give the guy his food, just let me know where my ­payment is required.”

This time, to her mild surprise, Alec actually did miss a beat. Not the tall glass thing -- that just made her chuckle; cornball irony usually did -- but the fact that the girl stuck around. The licking thing sort of tended to catch the attention. "Careful," she said, shaking that beskar spatula, miming a swat with a paddle. "Around here, delayed payment racks up interest." She filled a box with fries and shoved it Allyson's way. "Oh, and be real careful not to burn your tongue."

 

[Allyson Locke]

"I'll have to keep that in mind. Not completely against laying, err paying the interest I accumulate with you." It was getting busier and Allyson somewhat felt bad for being a bother and actually skipping her shift. Though the burger was utterly fantastic. Once again she bit into and felt the hot sauce explode on her face. Another lick and the fry box appeared.

Catching it Allyson opened to its contents and she inhaled the salty aroma of fried fries. The comment about burning her tongue made Allyson chuckle slightly and again the flirtations continued. "The only one in this room that should be worried about burning their tongue is you [member="Alec Rekali"]." Musing over the comment she grinned while she continued, "but that does depend on where you're putting it, mm?"

With that the grin slipped slightly, only so much so the lower corner of her lip was now bitten lightly. This game was fun and Allyson was enjoying it.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Allyson Locke"]

Alec's eyes locked on the bitten lip like a heat-seeking missile. "I'm sorry, I think I gave you the wrong order. I've got something hot and ready for, let's see here, a Miss Brazen Hussy." She flipped eight patties with that beskar spatula and wrapped a RaveBurger for the next customer up. She turned and leaned against the drink dispenser, rubbing at a devastatingly seductive mustard smear. "And if that's so, I'm going to need to say I'm very, very sorry."

MandoBurger grilled its buns; Alec put split half a dozen to toast in the burger grease.

"Personally."

Now, part of her knew this was a bad idea. Allyson Locke had been her grandpa's first made and chief engineer aboard the raider Coronet. She was honorary family, but in the extended-karkable-cousin sense. (Such a sense existed in Mandalorian, Witch, and Vahla clans, which tended to be rather large affairs.) Part of her, however, enjoyed farting around with someone who knew what she wanted, knew what she had, and knew how to sell both of'em.

 

[Faith Organa]

They had their food a lot faster than she thought, just enough time to drink half a glass of water. She looked at her burger and then to Draco's, "So ever had one of these before?" She looked down, she knew she didn't matter of fact she really didn't eat fast food, it was often too greasy for her.

She looked it over and couldn't decide whether to pick it up, or use a fork on it. A fork would break the egg nicely, a bite and she'd wear it.

She peeked at Draco again, "So, do you pick it up and eat it?" She looked around that seemed to be what everyone else was doing with it. She smiled. Ok..oddly enough.

[member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Quietus]

Despite numerous attempts of introducing meat to the herbivorous girl, [member="Samael Rekali"] had never once succeeded. Much to his dismay and approximate expectations, Fennec wouldn't eat anything on the menu. She sat in the booth, spindle-legs crossed, fully immersed in a hologame when he pushed the menu back at her and insisted she look again.

At this, the old man said with a grimy finger planted over a square-cut, flakey-looking something.

"Sarlacc Bites."

Fennec looked, narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

"It's a plant, kid, not a beast," Sam sighed, "Try it."

She looked again. Plant?


Several minutes later the short-stack slapped the menu down on the counter and lifted a crudely fashioned Force-driven mechanical arm to point at just that. A questioning glance met [member="Alec Rekali"] at the grill.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Hmmm, I don't think I've had this restaurant's version before, but I've had burgers." Draco smiled at her, picking his own burger up, after ensuring that there was nothing pickled on it, and bit into the sandwich, yolk running out from the egg into the bun and meat of the nerfburger. He had to eat it carefully to keep from wearing it, but it was possible, just a bit messier than the couple was used to eating. Even the low-end diners they normally visited were much farther up the chain than fast food.

Draco chuckled. "Yes with your hands. You might want to cut it in half to make it easier to hold and bite into." He scooched in the chair to sit beside her, producing a knife from inside his jacket. "Here. That way you can break the yolk of the egg. You might have to lean forward just a bit and eat it over the tray just in case any of it leaks out." As if on cue grease and egg yolk dripped from the bottom of his own burger onto the tray they were sharing.

"Its good though, isn't it baby?" He asked all sweet like as the couple ate, shadowed by the pair of her guards.

[member="Faith Balor-Organa"]

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Alec Rekali"]

Just about as wide as both doors together, Davon wandered into the building. He was closely followed by Samotin, his great grandson. As usual Davon was decked out in his battered forest green and burgundy beskar, whilst Sam was in bright yellow.

“Alright, grab me something. Don't care what as long as it has two eggs on it,” Davon rumbled.

“Fries? Think I'll grab a naked burger. Wait, why am I paying?”

“Yes please. You're not,” Davon said as he passed a few chits across. “But you're ordering so I can sit down.”

“So I get to join that massive queue alone?”

“I'm nearly a hundred, need to rest my knees - obviously,” Davon replied with a twist of his lips. “Wait, what the feth is a naked burger?”

“You have it without the bun.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Less calories.”

Silence reigned for a few seconds as Davon gave his offspring a cold, incredulous stare. “I have never been more disappointed in one of my descendents. And one whole line refuses to fight.”

“Ouch, we can't all be as big as a house,” Sam snapped back.

“Still gave your lads a run for their money didn't I?”

“Aha! So you can queue up!”

“It's been a busy day, my knees are very sore. Now do as your great grandad says and get my sodding burger.”

Davon lowered himself into a seat. Whoever ran this joint had considered the possibility of fully armoured ogres like himself. The chair barely even creaked. He hadn't been entirely facetious. His knees really did hurt. Whilst the generation of his family that still fought on the front lines had been happy to see him back amongst them, he wasn't quite so thrilled. Angry, yes. He should have been retiring and enjoying his warm porch with his husband and waiting for war stories and great, great grandkids. Death watch had left him without his love and home.

He was only out in Roche because the mandalorians knew the value of training exercises. Most soldiers spent more time either on personal training or group exercises than actually fighting. The reason it was done here was because the Republic was busy posturing the other side of the border. There was no better way to posture than extravagant exercises with entire foot divisions and a significant fleet being deployed against pretend red tracks.

 

[Djorn Bline]

As the line progressed and hungry customers obtaining their delicious from this new fast food franchise it was finally the clone's turn to order, and in all honesty he didn't know what to choose. He heard "Fettburger", "Raveburger", "Mytho Jr. Burger", "Naked Burger", and all other types of burgers that Mandoburger offered. He truly wasn't good at this type of thing.

He stepped up to where [member="Alec Rekali"] who was having a conversation with another girl. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies," Canal said in his Fett accent and acknowledged the two females in a polite tone of voice, "but what type of burger would suit for a grunt like me?" The question was meant for Alec as he was looking at her when he asked the cooker for help The line behind him seemed to cause some complaints as the soldier seemed to be holding up the line. He didn't care at of what they were saying behind his back, but if push comes to shove, then he would react with force.

[member="Allyson Locke"]

 

[Davon Karr]

"but whattype of burger would suit for a grunt like me?"

"One with meat between some bits of bread!" Davon couldn't help but call, before smirking. He was in an onery mood today and his great grandson's description of a 'naked burger' had wound him up somewhat. Sam was still a few places back and the old codger had no time for young bucks flirting with the till staff and holding up the line. Honestly after living off the food they cooked in the mess instead of Stahl's home cooking he was really looking forward to some decent grub.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Alec Rekali knew exactly what she was doing, Alec Rekali knew how to get under Allyson’s skin and Alec Rekali was good at it. Allyson watched as a drip of the hot sauce Alec had smothered her burger. The power shift in this game quickly occurred as Allyson was now somewhat at a loss for words. She licked the corner of her lip to catch the sauce and then caught her breath. A smirk spread as she ran her finger and thumb around the circumference of her lips, ending with a little tug. “I’m highly upset about this mistake Ms. Rekali.”

“How will you ever fix it? Allyson put the burger in the wrapper and put it back into the bag it had arrived in. She ate a fry slowly and smiled. “Guess I’ll just have to wait and see. Your office I assume?” With that Allyson left the counter and headed towards the back where she had seen the manager’s office – of course she knew the layout as well having had been assigned to work here a few times, but of course totally skipping out.

Alec was probably the biggest tease she knew, so Allyson would just wait for her, but while she waited for the inevitable probable disappointment – she started to mess with the computer that was back there – maybe she could get her way into a game on there. [member="Alec Rekali"]

*Necros thread muhahahaha*