Chapter 37

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Seto's POV

I stood stiff in his arms, the sword pressing against my neck.

The dark sorcerer smirked and threw me to the ground, holding the sword under my chin before I could scramble away.

"Now, let's start where we left off, shall we?"

My wide eyes stared up at him in fear as he moved the blade away in a painstakingly slow manner.

Before he could even begin to cause me pain, a blur of black shoved him to the ground, Lilac standing tall over him.

"Pick on someone your own size, Master." She spat.

Suddenly, my friends were at my side, helping me to my feet as Lilac and Aisha glared down at the dark sorcerer.

"Let's go guys. He's out cold." Aisha growled, kicking the dark sorcerer's side before spinning around and waking off.

Lilac followed closely behind, followed by Devin, Quirren and the rest of us.

"We need a place to hang, to get caught up with the news." Quentin suggested as soon as we were a few blocks away from the warehouse.

"Where will we go?" Devin asked.

"Restaurant?" Ian mumbled.

"Hey, let's go to hooters!" Jerome cheered.

"Hooters? Jerome seriously?" I groaned, shaking my head.

"What's wrong with the place you suggested?" Aisha murmured, raising an eyebrow at my actions.

"It's nothing, Seto's just being a kill joy." Jerome spat jokingly.

"You guys just saved me from being tortured again and your first thought is to go to hooters?!"

"Pretty much. Anyone else oppose?" Jerome asked, looking at the others.

When no one said a word, he clapped his hands together and grinned. "Let's go then!"

About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the closest hooters.

"I can't believe this. We're going to Hooters to discuss our next plan." I grumbled.

"Doesn't seem like that bad a place, Seto. What do you think is wrong with coming here?" Lilac asked.

"You'll see once we enter. Jerome, if we end up getting nothing productive done I'm killing you alright?"

Jerome waved his hand dismissively and almost skipped inside.

"Why is Jerome so excited?" Quirren asked from Devin's shoulders.

"He thinks it's some kind of playground," Ian explained, entering the double doors.

"Whatever you guys do, don't stare at the waitresses alright?" Quentin warned before joining him as well.

And he doesn't warn about the beer. Good job Quentin.

The four Minecraftians shot me a confused glance, which I ignored and reluctantly followed my friends.

Of all the restaurants I try to avoid in my life, this ones surely in the top five.

The waitresses wore very suggestive tops and tight shorts, some even had their butts hanging out the bottom.

Beers were on almost every table in the place, every TV showing some sort of sports game as well.

"I see why you thought it was so bad," Devin murmured, covering Quirren's eyes.

I nodded, bitting my lip as I led them to our table.

"Let's hurry and wrap this up. I don't think it's best to have Quirren in here," I hissed, sitting at the table.

Jerome rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, looking through the menu.

"Chill out Seto. Have a little fun."

"We're in the middle of a fight for our lives, Jerome. Seto's right, we can't goof off for long."

I smirked and crossed my arms. "Thank you, Ian."

Suddenly, the talking all fell silent around us.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned to see that the other costumers were staring at a screen.

Breaking News: Serial killers on the loose!

Under the large red banner was a picture of Adam and Mitch.

My breathing hitched as I watched.

"What the hell?"

"Do you think the other is back?" Quentin asked.

"It's a possibility. That's why Adam disappeared so quickly, but Mitch? Mitch wouldn't go on a killing spree," Jerome spoke up.

"True. So what's our battle plan?"

"Have you been served yet?" A feminine voice asked.

I turned to the source and saw one of the waitresses standing next to Devin and Aisha.

Devin's eyes were wide as he stared up at her.

Clearing my throat, I shook my head. "No ma'am, we're still looking."

She nodded. "Can I get you any drinks?"

We quickly ordered what we wanted, Jerome going against my warning and ordering a beer, and she walked off.

"Devin you okay?" Aisha asked.

He shook his head, blinking a few times. "Fine. I'm just fine."

"Jerome this was a terrible idea! Why didn't we just go to Buffalo Wild Wings or Chipotle? Anywhere without strippers for waitresses?" I hissed.

"Relax Seto. Look, we eat, we plan, then we go somewhere else alright?" Jerome shot back.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Fine. As soon as we pay we are out of here alright?"

"Daddy, what are those things hanging out of that girls shirt?" Quirren asked, pointing to one of the waitresses.

Devin's eyes went round as he covered her eyes once more, Jerome and Quentin snickering.

"Don't look at them okay, Squirrel?"

"But why?" She whined.

Devin shot me a pleading look.

"Quirren it's not polite in our world to look at a woman's chest." I sighed.

Devin nodded his thanks as Quirren shook his hand away from her face.

The waitress came back with our drinks, setting Jerome's beer in front of Devin.

The father, unknown to him, drank most of it quickly.

"Well jeez, Devin. You should've told us you were that thirsty." Jerome snickered.

"Devin. You just drank beer." Ian said slowly.

Devin raised an eyebrow. "Is it poison?"

"Something like that. Let's just hope the effects aren't too strong," I sighed, putting my head in my hands.

This was a disaster.

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