Evening had struck upon the streets of Crocus. The winter had brought snow, coating the buildings in white. It was for this reason Noel chose to dress up in something more warm. The 6'7" Lamia Scale wizard counted the amount of different apparel he had managed to acquire during his short-stay in Crocus. He'd decide earlier that day to wear a comfortable full-length black fur coat, the neck of which was made of wolf pelts. The weather at that point wasn't looking too inviting, so he'd made the switch. On his feet he'd wear a men's indie lace-up toe boots, amber colored. He'd wear his regular trousers, which meant black trousers with an extra layer of tan leather that covers his outer thighs and down to his knees. A system of belts supported his trousers from staying up. And of course, he wore his regular sleeveless shirt as well.
During his search for dinner, the Lamia Scale wizard noticed a restaurant that (usually) catered the wealthy had posted a few signs outside. Something about half-off for most meals--given that you come in alone. It wasn't an a la carte restaurant, so Noel was interested. As he approached the entrance, one of the waiters immediately ushered the male back a few steps.
"No smoking allowed!"
Noel grunted, nodded his head and threw away his cig--he'd also grab a lolly from his back pocket to imitate the sensation of a cig.
Once inside, Noel and a few others had to wait for at least ten people to show up, they apparently did these sessions in groups of ten. The wizard questioned whether or not this was too good to be true, growing skeptical of it.
"Well, thank you all for coming! Before we begin setting you guys up in blind-dates,"
Noel didn't particularly care, as long as he got a discount. He'd jump through a ring of fire if that meant he could get a bigger discount.
"You're going to have to fill in this personality quiz ~"
Two other waiters dealt out the double sided pieces of papers to those who were present, along with a pen.
Noel immediately regretted coming in, as the first question was asking for the age of the participant. He'd cover one arm over the test, like a child cheating at his first test.
How old are you: 26
What color do you best describe yourself as?
- Green X
Whats your morning brew?
- Cocaine X
Favorite activities on a Sunday afternoon?
- Filling in stupid tests like these
Of course Noel grew more annoyed by every question he could see on the paper. He'd just scribble in random and offensive things.
"Alright, I'm just gonna take a seat then."
Noel got up, and handed in his personality 'test' at one of the waiters. He'd start wandering into the seating portion of the restaurant.
"No sir, you have wait! We have to match you up!"
The male didn't care, and they knew he didn't care--so the waiters didn't really stop him, but rather try to dissuade others from doing the same.
Live music was being played, it was mildly audible in the seat arrangement.
Noel decided to sit at a random table, one that had another person of the female gender sitting at it and he so happened to find a chair at a pretty girls table--who, presumably, was seated alone. The wizard was pretty belligerent at this point, he'd put his lolly in the soup of the person who previously sat on the chair, and lit another cig--while doing so he'd make eye contact with the waiting staff, who just shrugged at each other. He was in the clear. The male rested the cig between his lips, his left hand vibing a little with the beat of the music--while his right searched through the menu.
"So what is your opinion of the color blue?"
He'd ask the person sitting opposite of him.