OSUFan
12-07-2007, 03:11 PM
My wife and I walked into a restaurant and we were greeted by Peter Petrelli from Heroes. We asked him for a table for two as we watched him levitate a pen to his hand to write down our names. We sat down to wait for our table. Nikki/Jessica watched us sit down with her arms folded and gave us an uncomfortable stare and then a "hrmmp" as she turned to watch those dining. I figure she was some kind of bouncer just waiting for trouble so she could throw someone out.
Nikki began moving towards one table where a couple was arguing about their bill for the meal. I could overhear the man say, "I ordered a steak medium and look at the way it came out! It's burnt to a crisp! I WILL NOT PAY FOR IT!"
The waiter, Bob, calmly addressed the irate customers and then said, "Maybe you would like to take it up with the cook." When the couple turned around, Elle marched out of the kitchen with blue electrical charges coming out of her hands and as she spread her fingers and grinned -- the electrical charges grew bigger and snapped louder.
"We'll pay! Let's go dear!" said the husband as they left in a hurry.
Matt Parkman was our waiter. As we walked to our table, I could hear him say to us, "We are out of prime rib so you can forget about that. No, we don't have any cheap wine -- only the finest and most expensive. And you're not getting out of here for less than $100.00."
I looked at him as he said, "What's not fair? Don't give me any attitude."
As my wife and I looked at the menu and anything but prime rib, I was distracted by someone who walked by me towards another table. It was The Haitian and he waved his hand behind a couple's heads as they left the restaurant. They stopped. I looked back at their table just in time to see Sylar had picked up their tip and ran off with it with an evil grin. The wife said as they stopped, "Dear, you forgot to leave a tip." They went back and put down their tip for the second time never knowing what had really happened.
My eyes locked in on D.L. as he cleared the couple's table and wiped it down clean. He walked through the wall which led to the restaurant's industrial dishwasher. The only problem was the dishes and trash didn't go with him and it crashed into the wall and fell to the floor which startled the rest of the restaurant patrons and us.
Claire Bennet ran out yelling "D.L., you dumb &^%$#!" As she started picking up the mess, D.L. reached through the wall and choked her for a second and made her cut herself on one of the broken plates. But she healed and went on with her cleanup and then ran after D.L.
I was about to lean over and tell my wife that we needed to get out of here when the lamp at our table went out. I felt Parkman put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't even think of leaving. Micah!"
Micah Sanders slowly walked over to our table with a disgusted look on his face, barely touched the top of our lamp and it came back on.
"Is this all I get to do?!"
"Don't even get me started," Parkman responded. "It's his stupid dream" as he pointed to me.
My wife and I heard a bunch of commotion at the front as there were 12 to 14 partygoers whooping it up while waiting for a table. (Hey, maybe this was a New Year's Eve dream.)
I could tell Peter was annoyed with them so he walked out into the dining room and with the wave of his hand joined three tables together and fitted the chairs around the tables accordingly. Sweet!
My wife leaned over and said, "Okay, I've put up with enough of this nonsense! Are you going to let us eat or not? And are you sure this food is even good?"
Before I could comment, Adam interrupted our conversation by leaning over from the table next to us and saying, "I've eaten here for 400 years and I still come back."
Parkman came back over and he responded to my question which I hadn't asked but... well, you know. "Yes, you can have your food to go."
Nathan Petrelli walked out with our food in hand.
"What's this?" I asked.
"You asked for it," Parkman responded.
Seconds flashed as my wife and I and our food were wisked away up into the air. When we landed, I gave Petrelli a twenty for a tip as he zipped into the sky and into the darkness.
I said to my wife as we walked into our house, "Well, that was fun!" She responded, "Leave me out of your next dream. I wanted Hideaway in the first place."
Nikki began moving towards one table where a couple was arguing about their bill for the meal. I could overhear the man say, "I ordered a steak medium and look at the way it came out! It's burnt to a crisp! I WILL NOT PAY FOR IT!"
The waiter, Bob, calmly addressed the irate customers and then said, "Maybe you would like to take it up with the cook." When the couple turned around, Elle marched out of the kitchen with blue electrical charges coming out of her hands and as she spread her fingers and grinned -- the electrical charges grew bigger and snapped louder.
"We'll pay! Let's go dear!" said the husband as they left in a hurry.
Matt Parkman was our waiter. As we walked to our table, I could hear him say to us, "We are out of prime rib so you can forget about that. No, we don't have any cheap wine -- only the finest and most expensive. And you're not getting out of here for less than $100.00."
I looked at him as he said, "What's not fair? Don't give me any attitude."
As my wife and I looked at the menu and anything but prime rib, I was distracted by someone who walked by me towards another table. It was The Haitian and he waved his hand behind a couple's heads as they left the restaurant. They stopped. I looked back at their table just in time to see Sylar had picked up their tip and ran off with it with an evil grin. The wife said as they stopped, "Dear, you forgot to leave a tip." They went back and put down their tip for the second time never knowing what had really happened.
My eyes locked in on D.L. as he cleared the couple's table and wiped it down clean. He walked through the wall which led to the restaurant's industrial dishwasher. The only problem was the dishes and trash didn't go with him and it crashed into the wall and fell to the floor which startled the rest of the restaurant patrons and us.
Claire Bennet ran out yelling "D.L., you dumb &^%$#!" As she started picking up the mess, D.L. reached through the wall and choked her for a second and made her cut herself on one of the broken plates. But she healed and went on with her cleanup and then ran after D.L.
I was about to lean over and tell my wife that we needed to get out of here when the lamp at our table went out. I felt Parkman put his hand on my shoulder.
"Don't even think of leaving. Micah!"
Micah Sanders slowly walked over to our table with a disgusted look on his face, barely touched the top of our lamp and it came back on.
"Is this all I get to do?!"
"Don't even get me started," Parkman responded. "It's his stupid dream" as he pointed to me.
My wife and I heard a bunch of commotion at the front as there were 12 to 14 partygoers whooping it up while waiting for a table. (Hey, maybe this was a New Year's Eve dream.)
I could tell Peter was annoyed with them so he walked out into the dining room and with the wave of his hand joined three tables together and fitted the chairs around the tables accordingly. Sweet!
My wife leaned over and said, "Okay, I've put up with enough of this nonsense! Are you going to let us eat or not? And are you sure this food is even good?"
Before I could comment, Adam interrupted our conversation by leaning over from the table next to us and saying, "I've eaten here for 400 years and I still come back."
Parkman came back over and he responded to my question which I hadn't asked but... well, you know. "Yes, you can have your food to go."
Nathan Petrelli walked out with our food in hand.
"What's this?" I asked.
"You asked for it," Parkman responded.
Seconds flashed as my wife and I and our food were wisked away up into the air. When we landed, I gave Petrelli a twenty for a tip as he zipped into the sky and into the darkness.
I said to my wife as we walked into our house, "Well, that was fun!" She responded, "Leave me out of your next dream. I wanted Hideaway in the first place."