"Here is your order, Mademoiselle." I was already salivating as our waiter placed my Filet in front of me. It was $150 a cut and I didn't care. I could tell that Natasha and Asia were equally excited. I don't know how much Natasha makes, but government agents typically don't make enough to come to places like this whenever they want.
Natasha was also right of course. The second I walked into the restaurant, people all stopped and stared at me. The three of us were immediately ushered to a private table and the manager himself came out and promised us their very best service. Being famous came with some pretty nice perks sometimes. Of course, I also took us to a different place than the one Akeno was going to. I wasn't going to creepily spy on the girl.
"Oh Lord, even though you are dead, I thank you for this bountiful meal." Asia placed her hands together and said a pretty morbid prayer. She then started digging into her own food with a gusto.
"Well that was disturbing," Natasha laughed at Asia's quick prayer. "Where do dead God's even go? Super Heaven?"
I snorted. "I'm not even sure that they can actually permanently die. Not as long as they have believers anyway. It honestly wouldn't surprise me if the Old Man ended up resurrecting himself one day." I said. All that faith energy had to be going somewhere after all… All things considered, the Angels didn't actually need that much to sustain themselves. Only a little bit. The Fallen Angels, of course, didn't need any.
That being said, I don't know if it would actually be him or just a new being created by his follower's perception of him. Or maybe nothing would happen at all!
Natasha shrugged as she started eating herself. This place really was giving us their best service because the food was amazing.
"That was so good." Asia said happily.
"Mmm, it really was." Natasha added.
"Do you two want to get dessert?" I asked. Of course both of them immediately nodded.
…We never got to order dessert sadly. A loud and angry voice echoed across the restaurant.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE NOT ON THE LIST!?" A man shouted out loudly. I turned my head towards the source.
Standing at the entrance of the restaurant was an obvious mutant couple. The man had silver skin and black eyes while the woman had very pretty butterfly wings. I could easily tell what was happening here and it disappointed me.
I stood up from my table and started walking over.
Because this was a higher-end establishment, the people dining here had been respectful during my group's meal and had not been recording us. That was obviously no longer the case as I could see almost everyone had their phones out and were recording the altercation going on at the front. They also started recording me as I walked over.
"I called this reservation months ago for our anniversary. I even called your host Jake this morning to confirm our reservation!" The mutant man said angrily.
"I'm sorry…Sir…but you're simply not on the list. You probably called the wrong establishment." The manager, who had been very kind to my group earlier, said disparagingly towards the mutant couple. He obviously didn't want them in his restaurant and was lying. Purely because they were mutants.
"What seems to be the problem here?" I said once I made it over.
The mutant couple's eyes widened upon seeing me standing in front of them. The manager looked at me nervously.
"It's nothing you need to worry about–" He was cut off by the gushing woman with wings.
"Oh wow…it's Layla the Angel! It's an honor to meet you! Your wings are really pretty! I'm Kate by the way." She said.
"It's great to meet you as well, Kate. Your wings are incredibly beautiful as well. I love butterfly wings. They make you look like a beautiful fairy." I complimented her. She had been nervous of me until I said that. Afterwards, a large smile bloomed on her face!
Mutants mostly remained in hiding right now, and this was the first open pair of them I had seen roaming blatantly in public. Good for them.
"You don't hate mutants?" She asked me with tears in her eyes.
"Of course I don't." I replied immediately.
"...God… doesn't hate mutants?" The whole room had gone quiet at her question.
"Who told you that? I would never hate someone for their appearance and God loves everybody." I told her. I didn't know if that last part was true, but he wasn't exactly here to argue it. "Did you need a table? My group has just finished eating and I would be happy to give it to you and your fiance." I said to her. I turned towards the manager and stared him right in the eyes. "That wouldn't be a problem would it?"
Natasha and Asia had both made their way over towards me as well and stood at my side. Natasha was glaring intimidatingly at the manager. Even Asia was doing her best to scowl at him but the best she could do was an adorable pout.
He caved under all of our stares. "No… It won't be a problem. Of course they can have your table…" He almost whimpered and trailed off weakly.
All the people filming started cheering about mutant equality and all that like they themselves participated and didn't just stand around watching…
[If this couple got kicked out, none of them would have said a thing.]
I nodded my head to the manager. "Good. I suppose we should be going now." I said to my two girls. I reached into my inventory and pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills. I placed them all in the manager's hand nonchalantly as we walked out.
"Thank you so much!" Kate called out behind us as we walked out.
"That was a very nice thing you did, Layla." Asia said. "That girl had pretty wings and the man had cool silver skin. He looked like a cool robot! Why would anyone hate them?" She asked me.
I told her that was just the way people were. I hadn't realized quite how much hatred mutants faced in this world because I hadn't run into any besides Jean and Ororo yet.
"You know your deed is going to be posted all over the internet by tomorrow right?" Natasha said. "You might have just lost a whole bunch of your loving followers…all the ones who hate mutants at least. Or maybe you ended up changing some people's minds about them. Who's to say?" She finished.
I shrugged. That would be something we could only wait to find out. For now though…
"We didn't get dessert yet. Let's go get some ice cream!" I said cheerfully.
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