Rina was not too wild on the road- the notion of an encounter with the police did not appeal to her. For the most part, she had little respect for the law's ability, or the law itself, and trusted them to be both heavy handed and inconsiderate to the needs of a pilot to enjoy acceleration. Not that her car was a racer of any sort.
"Motion in the ocean
His air hose broke
Lots of trouble
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
S'in a giant clam
Down, down
Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin'
Wavin' to mermen
Wavin' sea fans
Sea horses sailin'
Dolphins wailin'
Red snappers snappin'
Clam shells clappin'
Muscles flexin'
Flippers flippin'"
She exited at the appropriate point and effortlessly parallell-parked her car in front of the restaurant smelling of roasting meats, exotic spices and hookah tobacco. As Theresa exited the vehicle she waited to walk in with her side by side. She thought of taking Theresa by the hand, but decided it would be much too forward and might bother someone that still thought of her as only a friend.
When they entered, a large man behind a grill shouted "Plemynnica Irina! Privet!"
"They call me 'niece' here, even though I am not Armenian. Since I am from a neighboring territory, they consider me as sort of family, especially because I speak one of their languages. Let us order kvass. It is sort of like beer, but does not get you drunk- oh and maybe a shot of vodka to start." She took the seat beside Reese, rather than sitting across from her. It was nice to be in proximity, rather than on different floors, across the hall, or seperated by ejection seats.
The drinks arrived, and Rina gazed over to her partner. "So what will we order tonight?"