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The restaurant was decked to the hilt due to the holiday. Normal plush chairs were exchanged for bright pink or crushed red velvet coverings, mood lighting was replaced for similar colors or bulbs shaped like hearts, rose petals littered tables and dining staff wore cherub wings and gave Hershey kisses to dining couples in hopes of excessively large tips. This was one of New York’s rare human/yokai eating establishments, with humans either aware or assuming everyone was in ‘costume’ as was advertised.
This created the ability for Yokai to come out in their ‘true forms’ instead of hiding behind broaches, and let them live for a time, even if it was just an hour.
Tonight was popular, as the restaurant hosted a 50% off the bill for any new couples or if a proposal was involved. There weren’t too many who were meeting tonight, nor as many proposals, but there was one couple who were eager to utilize Valentine’s for their own benefit.
At a table with a dark red tablecloth and two candles, a pair of turtles sat. One wore a tuxedo, covering his soft shell, with the tuxedo being a mesmerizing dark purple and his tie a blueberry blue. His leg bounced idly as he stared at the menu, his red/blue eyes trailing up every so often to his date.
The other, a red-eared slider, was decked out fabulously. He wore a strapless dress that glittered a dark cerulean, with long heeled boots and a dark purple choker around his neck laced through a metal heart that cradled at the divot of his throat. He had long sleeves on with lace at the elbows, swinging one leg over the other as he chewed on a stick they had been given to make tiny s’mores in a chocolate fountain.
A waiter, clad in his own tuxedo with wings, plastered a smile on his face, notepad at the ready. “Welcome to The Love Spot-formerly known as Ryze Cafe-where couples come in droves for our delicious brownie board consisting of fifteen squares of decadent brownie squares that you can share!”
The slider pulled the stick out of his mouth, a glint of a piercing on his tongue as he spoke with a grin. “But there’s fifteen? How do you share an uneven number?”
The waiter winked playfully. “Well, that’s for the couple to decide, isn’t it?”
The slider laughed at that as his date groaned, putting the menu down. “Lame antic. However, you said brownies, and now I really want some...”
“Let’s get some, Dee!” the slider said, shifting a bit in his seat as he smiled. “It’s V-Day, we can splurge on non-food food.”
“Real food first,” he scolded, giving the waiter the two menus. “Please give us two plates of the shrimp and rice pilaf with two glasses of wine, so long as it’s red.”
The waiter internally groaned as he took the menus, bobbing his head with a ‘be right back!’. Eugh, another controlling boyfriend, is it? Ordering for his date when they didn’t say what they wanted. Annoying.
Still, he thought as he headed off, staring at the slip of paper folded in the menu with a crisp 100 dollar bill, maybe the guy wasn’t all bad. Apparently they finally had a proposal on hand, how quaint.
He just hoped the other guy didn’t pour wine on the softshell’s head. They’d already had that happen once.
The food and wine came out soon, the two chattering up a storm between each other with their hands laced on the table (aw). The slider was talking about some brother who was also out with his own date, while the softshell was talking about what movie they might be seeing later that evening.
The waiter couldn’t stick around very long, they had a busy night after all, but he did hear the gasp when the slider found the ring in the wine. A very cliche, classical move, but hey, if it worked, he supposed.
Que the waterworks and the ‘of course I’ll say yes!’ and everyone cheering and clapping. They kissed in the light of the candles, and, okay, it was...it was rather cute. Maybe he judged too fast about the whole ‘controlling boyfriend’ thing.
The brownies came and they decided to take them to go, and of course the owner was happy to apply the 50% off. They left a nice tip so, hey, a win.
Out the door they went, and the waiter sighed as he heard someone yelling about cheating. Well. At least someone’s night was going well...
“Brownies, cookies, that three-tiered cake,” Leo said as he fiddled with the fifty cent ring they’d gotten from a coin machine. “We’re doing real good tonight, Dee!”
“Valentine’s Day is the best day for the cheap food,” Donnie said as he marked off yet another restaurant as they walked, both of them playfully fist bumping as Leo sashayed in front of him with a grin. “What?”
“Let me shake it up and propose to you and I’ll suck you off under the table~”
Donnie sighed as if it was some hardship, scratching at his neck a bit as he shrugged. “Sure, let’s see if we can add public indecency to our list of delinquent charges that we may or may not have a file on.”
“That’s the spirit!” Leo cheered, lacing their arms together as they shared another kiss, walking into the busy night of New York, collecting cheap food from overly priced restaurants as tradition dictated.
Raph tugged a bit on the bright red, sparkly dress, laughing a bit nervously as he clearly filled it out way more than the poor dress was handling. “D-D’ya really think it uh, fits me, Mikey?” he squeaked out, sitting across from his youngest brother.
Mikey had his head balanced on his hands, hearts in his eyes as he kicked his feet behind him with a goofy grin. “You look sooooo pretty, Raphie! The most beautiful ever!!!”
“Daw, you goober,” he said, blushing. “Yer still not getting wine.”
“Darn.”