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Lost in Translation III: Cordy in Nairobi
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Sign in a restaurant in Nairobi:
CUSTOMERS WHO FIND OUR WAITRESSES RUDE OUGHT TO SEE THE MANAGER
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“Miss, I was wondering-” The waitress cut Angel off with a wave of her hand.
“Bite me,” she said as she walked away. Cordelia’s mouth dropped open for a moment as she stared at the waitress‘ retreating form, then she looked angrily back and forth between a sheepish Angel and The Host, who looked highly amused.
“Oh. My. God. She just...I just...I don’t...Have you ever met anyone that rude?”
“I don’t think she meant to be rude,” Angel said. Lorne and Cordelia both snorted in response. “It could just be...cultural differences,” the vampire finished defensively.
“Angel. Sweet Buns. We may be in D.D.A., my friend, but take it from someone who knows a bit about foreign lands and travel protocols: there’s nowhere in any universe where ‘Bite Me’ equals ‘Have a Nice Day,’ except maybe in some of your more banal vampire cliques.” Cordelia nodded, reading a sign that was posted on the back wall in several languages.
“Exactly. And at least there’s something I can do about it!” Cordelia answered, standing up and throwing her napkin down on the table. “I’ll be right back, boys. Gonna have a little talk to the manager.” Angel and Lorne looked at each other for a moment after she stormed away.
“Love to see a girl who won’t take bad service lying down,” The Host said admiringly, sipping his coffee.
“I have to ask. D.D.A.?” Angel asked in confusion. Lorne grinned.
“Deepest Darkest Africa, Angelcakes. Speaking of which, this place could do with a bit more lighting, and maybe some less heavy...curtains...” The two men stared at each other for a long moment.
“You don’t think...” Angel started.
“Never heard of vamps feeding people without that little word ‘on’ being involved...still, what if...” The green-skinned demon never got to finish as Angel stood from the table and went running towards the manager’s office. He heard Cordelia shout as he arrived, and broke the door in, Lorne at his heels. The both stopped short to see Cordelia, stake in hand, kicking at a pile of dust at her feet. She looked up at them, her face flush with anger.
“Unbelievable!” she said, continuing to kick the dust pile. Both Angel and Lorne sighed in relief to see she was unharmed.
“Manager was a vamp, we know,” Angel agreed.
“Not that! He told me I shouldn’t worry about the waitress being rude, because from the looks of me I could stand to miss a few meals! Can you believe that! I mean, how rude is that!”
“Well, I still say it could be cultural differences.” His companions looked at Angel in disbelief, then began walking out of the restaurant. Angel followed after taking one last glance at the sign Cordelia had read earlier.
“And anyway, the sign did indicate that the manager would be...”
“Shut up, Angel!” The vampire grinned to himself, the put on a mock-hurt expression.
“That’s kind of rude. You know, the restaurant‘s in the market for new management...”
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