"I need to go see a doctor!" Lupin said through the open window of the taxi. "You may have busted my hand!" The one he held up was limp on his wrist and noticeable red and throbbing.
"I didn't hurt him that bad," Ranma said, still scowling as the taxi drove off, leaving her in front of a night club. (Only an awning with Le Club Magique Blucel on it distinguished its exterior from the other row of old brick buildings.)
“Lupin’s hands are like a musician’s; he has to take extra-care of them,” Jigen said.
“All of our hands are important to our individual skills,” Goemon observed.
“Except Fujiko’s. Her hands aren’t her friggin bread-and-butter.” (Geez! As if I needed remindin' of the weight on my shoulders.)
“Not true,” the samurai assured Ranma. “Fujiko had nearly the same skill levels as Lupin. She was also approached Jigen in her proficiency with firearms."
"Not true, back at you," Jigen said, heading for the club's door. "No one can beat Lupin at driving. And no one in the friggin world knows about firearms and how to aim them, than I do."
"How was she at martial arts?" Ranma asked, Goemon as they entered, too. 'He' wondered how far from scratch 'he' had to work to get back up to 'his' own standards.
"The Arts? Let's just say she had nearly the same skill levels as Lupin."
"Oh," that didn't sound encouraging.
Beyond the hat check booth and two bouncers in the lobby, there was a dimly lit restaurant that had a few flashes of light off of the mirror balls hanging from the ceiling and the mirrors on the walls. They were escorted to a table by a waiter.
"I'll have your oldest scotch," Jigen said.
"I will have fish, and, please, can you make it raw?" Goemon asked.
"I guess I'll have sushi, too," Ranma said.
"Aw, friggin, damn," Jigen said. "Here I was hoping you were just pretending to be someone else so you could pull a con. Fujiko would never eat anything as friggin stupid as that."
"Fujiko is Japanese," Goemon reminded both of his companions.
"Yeah, but she didn't ever friggin act like it! She always enjoyed gourmet meals. -Waiter! Bring the broad your blue plate special, or soup de jour, or whatever fancy French word you have for "your best"."
"I don't want that! I do act Japanese, and I do like sushi!"
"Perhaps it is best to humor him. He and Lupin are under the impression that the sooner you act like Miss Mine, the sooner she will replace you. I, myself, cannot say that is not so. You must have her brain. If you find her within you, perhaps she will awaken, again."
"You mean you think I gotta act like this woman to stop bein' her?"
"Try the caviar. It is nothing but fish eggs."
"I don't like samurai swordsmen orderin' French cookin'!"
"Caviar is Russian, I am told."
(Posted Wed, 22 Nov 2006 16:50)
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