06-22-2015, 09:57 PM
Again, neither man were so shy as to cut their conversation short as the waitress came by again. While neither spoke loudly, exactly, there could be little doubt that anyone at neighbouring tables would have been able to follow along without much effort. Koloman and White both looked to Claire as she returned, and Koloman waved dismissively at White's last statement.
White looked Claire over inquisitively; there could be no denying she was a very attractive young woman, but that didn't really seem to matter much to him. "Koloman, what do you think of her? Sharp fashion sense?"
Koloman frowned in confusion, then looked Claire over and offered a nod of agreement, "Yes. So?"
"Right. Seems intelligent?"
"Also yes. Your point?"
"Well young lady. Koloman here doesn't seem to be listening to a word I say, so maybe a lovely young woman like yourself can talk some sense into him. The idiot thinks it's a bright idea to give up a very, very well paying job here in Moscow, the beating heart of the modern world, to run back to his ancestral homeland and save the day. A black knight in shining armour off to save the unenlightened masses of his bass-ackwards brothers. Sorry, Legionnaire. Going to change your name too?"
Koloman groaned and waved White down, "This has nothing to do with my being African, White, and you know it."
"I do know it. Hell, at least I've actually BEEN to Africa, you idiot. First hand experience right here. Now why the hell are you still talking to me when she's standing right there? You want me to go with you because you're in love, that it? Don't swing for the other team, sorry big boy."
"Die in a fire, John. Die in a fire."
Koloman sighed and sipped his coffee, then looked to Claire and offered an appologetic shrug, "He's just sad that the only guy as good as he is is leaving. Means he doesn't have anyone to try and pawn off the jobs he doesn't want to do."
White looked Claire over inquisitively; there could be no denying she was a very attractive young woman, but that didn't really seem to matter much to him. "Koloman, what do you think of her? Sharp fashion sense?"
Koloman frowned in confusion, then looked Claire over and offered a nod of agreement, "Yes. So?"
"Right. Seems intelligent?"
"Also yes. Your point?"
"Well young lady. Koloman here doesn't seem to be listening to a word I say, so maybe a lovely young woman like yourself can talk some sense into him. The idiot thinks it's a bright idea to give up a very, very well paying job here in Moscow, the beating heart of the modern world, to run back to his ancestral homeland and save the day. A black knight in shining armour off to save the unenlightened masses of his bass-ackwards brothers. Sorry, Legionnaire. Going to change your name too?"
Koloman groaned and waved White down, "This has nothing to do with my being African, White, and you know it."
"I do know it. Hell, at least I've actually BEEN to Africa, you idiot. First hand experience right here. Now why the hell are you still talking to me when she's standing right there? You want me to go with you because you're in love, that it? Don't swing for the other team, sorry big boy."
"Die in a fire, John. Die in a fire."
Koloman sighed and sipped his coffee, then looked to Claire and offered an appologetic shrug, "He's just sad that the only guy as good as he is is leaving. Means he doesn't have anyone to try and pawn off the jobs he doesn't want to do."