Poster: Jon McAndrews
Post # 4
at Sibio Bistro
It was a usual busy night for the Bistro. Sammy hollering from the
kitchen at times to keep the other chefs working correctly as well
lads fetching this and that. Tony manned the small bar, chuckling under
his breath as he placed a few choice wines on Franny's serving platter.
Serafina was out taking orders and would be over shortly for drinks of
her customers. There was a table set aside for the McAndrews and their
guest as reserved. Franko was well aware of those that would be coming
in shortly as he manned the door in greeting those arriving.
Paige was to meet them at the Thistle where Jon waited all duded up for
a change. Oh, he got a lot of teasing for it too as he wore a suit
jacket of dark blue, pants of the same linen material, dress shirt and a
silver silk vest. His brother would be here any moment as well the lady
Paige. A surrey borrowed set out front with a lad old enough to be the
driver sat in wait. A pair of dapple greys under his command.
She realized the era was different, and dressed accordingly; gold silk
dress to mid calf, laced up the front, she could almost pass for
innocent, if one didn't know her. Or she didn't speak, ever, which was
never going to happen. "You're going to choke if you pull at the
collar much more." No sympathy for the poor man, she was such a
sweet little thing.
Jon wouldn't have long to wait for his brother. Joe had dressed up as
well, taking some ribbing from the men who worked for him. Suit of black
with subtle pinstripes, a vest of royal blue and a pristine white dress
shirt. He heard Paige and chuckled, then bowed. "Paige, you look
lovely, and right on time too." He looked at Jon and just grinned.
He'd tease him later about being dressed up.
Which had Jon grinning as he loosened the tie. "I wont tell if you
wont.." like making a deal. "You look splendid in gold."
And she did as he was down the steps as she arrived. "We're all
dressed up, how about we go out for dinner?" Like none of this was
planned. Dimples said it all with the widening smile while he opened up
the carriage door. "Oh, here is Joe, he can come too, what do you
say?" Twinkle in blue eyes evident with the remark. "He's all
dressed up too!" Like a surprise.
"Neither of you may tell, but I plan on rambling it to anyone that
will listen." They weren't off the hook, even if they both agreed.
"He complimented me first, I think he gets to decide if you can
come along." It was pick on Jon night, subject to change when she
switched sides randomly.
"Well, if I don't allow it, he might sulk and that wouldn't do,
would it?" He smiled then offered to help her into the carriage.
"Do you think many will listen?" It would be a night to
remember hopefully. He waited for Jon to follow Paige before he too,
took a seat. "And Jon is right, gold suits you very well. Then
again, so do the bright colors you favor." He had noticed, but it
would be hard not to.
"I think he can come along, if he behaves.." about to help her
within but Joe stepped up to the plate in seeing to it. "Paige has
the ears of many, hundreds, thousands even. We best watch our
step." Once they were within the surrey he followed suit, taking a
seat and tapping on the side so the lad had them on their way to the
Bistro. "You did say you like fine Italian cuisine?"
She took his hand for help up, settling as easily as if it was second
nature, which it was. "I don't think I have anyone's ear, I simply
speak loudly." For a little person she had good lungs. Joe got a
single dimpled smile for the compliment, and Jon got stared at. Stare.
"That's a trick question, yes?"
"Of course it is, they're all trick questions tonight." Giving
off a wink as they made their way through the streets. It wasn't far to
go and soon arriving at the Bistro. They could have walked for the
distance but a finer way to arrive than wind blown as the wind came up
from the sea and port.
He chuckled again then looked at Jon as he spoke before turning back to
Paige. "It's going to be that kind of night I think." Not that
he minded but it could get confusing. He glanced out the window, taking
note of some of the folks who were out and about. "And it's a
perfect night for a dinner out."
The window or two guys in suits? Wasn't a hard call for the keeper; her
attention stayed inside on the company, plus it was better to keep an
eye on them. "I don't know if I should drink a lot, or bypass it
completely and keep my wits." The latter sounded less adventurous,
and she did tend to like adventure.
"That would depend upon how much you like wine. They have the
finest Italy offers. I think keeping ones wits is over rated and this
would imply that one loses them when drinking, indulging, guzzling,
getting soused, pickled and so forth. Here I thought my wits
improved..." putting on the facade of a frown in comprehending such
a thought as not drinking. Except the twinkle was still there in blue
eyes to give him away. Arriving at the scene, well, front of the Bistro,
Jon was out first and a hand offered to Paige in helping her down.
"Sicilian cuisine if truth be told." Remembering the comment
about Sicily and Italy.
"Depends on how you mean your wits improve." He gave Jon a
look. "Your singing voice definitely improves. I'm not so sure
about wits however." He smiled at Paige as he waited for her to
step down. "And if you feel you're unable to travel back, we can
see that you have a room in the Thistle. We'll both be staying there
tonight as well." And in spite of that, the Thistle was quite safe.
"You give good piggy backs when soused." One hand reached to
pat his arm consolingly before taking his hand for help down. "As
long as it's good food I never much worried over sects, none of them
would have wanted me anyway." Easily spoken truth without a hint of
resentment. Skirts were shaken out, an imps grin to Joe. "If you're
both staying there I'd be safer trying to stumble home." Clearly
"Indeed that I do," giving Joe a look right back over Paige's
shoulder as she stepped out. Wicked one before slipping back to the
norm. "So it is a deal, you get soused, you get a piggy back ride
to the Thistle when that part of the night comes. No need to rush it. We
haven't eaten yet. Haven't even gotten into the restaurant!" At
this point he laughed finally, good rolling belly laugh as they headed
up the steps, the driver taking the surrey to the nearby area to wait.
"Although I cannot commit in giving a piggy back ride all the way
to the northern tavern. Unless Joe and I take turns. Oh, it is very good
food." Pausing the step before the door as usually it swung open,
last he recalled.
"And if you get soused, Jon, I'll find some sturdy lads to drag
your arse back to the Thistle while I escort Paige wherever she wishes
to go." That sounded good to him. He gave a nod to himself as if it
were all settled as they made their way to the restaurant.
"And if you get soused, I'll return the favor." Like now it
became a challenge!
Franko was the reason the door opened and as the three approached, he
wasn't lax in his duties. "Good evening, and welcome." He
smiled as he motioned with his hand. "Your table is waiting."
He would guide them to it once they were inside.
"What if you both get soused? Do I have to find someone to drag you
both around? I doubt you'd like it if I tried." Pausing briefly,
head tipped. "I take that back, you probably would." Amused
huff, sending a dimpled smile to Franko, and actually waiting for one of
the guys to lead.
Sammy was in the kitchen, shouting orders and keeping the chefs under
him working correctly with the orders coming in and being sent out, the
doors swinging with the constant motion, always moving in the busy
Joe was the elder here so he would be the one to lead and follow Franko.
At the table, Paige would find a lovely bouquet of flowers from the two
brothers, a mix of roses, mums and daisies. There was also a single red
rose for her, compliments of the Sibio brothers. He waited to help her
sit, standing behind a chair.
"Of course we would, or you could just use us as mattresses, roll
us in together." Dimples returned with the flash of a smile as they
escorted her behind Franko to her table. Everything was as it should be
and he would take up the other seat aside her, putting her between the
two tall men. He too would wait until she was seated before taking up
"If I'm rolling around with you two I'll need to drink." The
wording was purposeful, so said the double dimpled smile. When Joe held
the seat she slid in gracefully, leaning to inhale the flower scent, and
likely try to suck up the color. That she was going to be sandwich
between them seemed to amuse her. "See, this is why I tried to talk
you into one at a time, I'm a dwarf now."
Tony was over once the McAndrews and their guest were seated at their
table. A vintage Prosesecco di Conegliano. "I hope you will enjoy
your meal," white cloth folder over one arm as he poured a small
amount in Joe's glass, being he seemed to be the older one. Though hard
to tell with so many of them. It would be his tasting to decide if the
wine was up to his expectations.
Franko barely kept from chuckling as it seemed the lady knew the
brothers well. He waited for the three to sit then bowed slightly as
Tony took over and returned to his post at the door.
"There are some that would envy that situation." So he'd been
told before. Seating himself as he took up one of the menus.
"Paige, this is Antonio of the Sibio brothers. Franko showed us in
and Sammy, well you can hear him in the background. He's the chef."
Probably on cue, but luckily it was in Italian and muffled by the doors
"A pleasure to meet you, Sammy." The Italian muttering caught
her attention, tempting her to call back, but she behaved. Kind of.
"I like my men one at a time, I'll let others do the envy."
Dressed innocently in gold and her mouth gave her up yet again; still
not shy and demure.
"Evening, Antonio." He watched him pour the wine, then brought
it up and swirled it in the glass. He sniffed the aroma then nodded and
tasted the wine. "Excellent. Thank you." He tried to pretend
to not hear Sammy as he grinned at Paige's comment. "One at a time
is better, I agree." Waggling his brows at her.
Franny was their waitress and made her way over to the table with a
basket of breadsticks, warm from the oven as well as glasses of ice
water. "Good evening. I'm Franny and will be serving you tonight.
I'll return shortly to take your orders."
"Sammy, he is the one in the back, I am Tony," bringing a
smile to the more stoic serious features of the Don Sibio. With the
acceptance he saw personally to pouring their glasses then headed back
to the bar to see to the other orders being waited upon.
"Nice to see you're still Joe under that suit, you are too prone to
being shy. I have to work on that." Not an insult by any means,
given with a beaming smile. Promptly wrinkling her nose in a grin at
Tony. "Beg pardon, can I blame it on distracting company?"
Sounded good to her.
"Sort of like that song about the dragon and virgins, instead of
gulping them all down at once.." then set to deciding what he
wanted to eat this night. "I'll have the Chicken breast Cacciatore
with a side dish of baked Ziti, Sicilian style." No flies on him in
getting his order in. He was hungry. "The usual salad, bread and so
forth." Making it easy for the lass, obviously he liked food and
was not real picky.
Well, she didn't have to wait long, did she? Franny smiled then looked
at Paige and Joe.
"Dragon and virgins?" Well aware asking was likely to get one,
or both, singing. Wine was taken up to sip while she looked over the
menu. They both had the advantage of knowing the food already, she knew
her Italian. "I'll have the fettuccine Alfredo, please." Smile
tipped up to the girl.
"Si. And you?" She smiled at Joe once she had written Paige's
"You want me to sing, I can tell," grinning Paige's way as he
started right in. They might throw him out! "A dragon has come to
our village today. We've asked him to leave, but he wont go away. Now
he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal. No homes will he
burn and no crops will he steal. Now there is but one catch, we dislike
it a bunch. Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch. Well, we've
no other choice, so the deal we'll respect. But we can't help but wonder
and pause to reflect."
"I think I'll have the Shrimp Marinara over spaghetti and a side
order of Gnocchi." He looked at Jon and started to laugh, shaking
And in order to not interrupt, she merely nodded and collected the
menus. There would be a dessert menu available if they wish to have
dessert. Off she went to turn the order in.
Sammy was singing an old Sicilian love song in their native tongue
between taking the new orders and setting each of his chefs to take care
of certain ones as he saw to the main courses.
Joe got a look, clearly waiting for him to join in, seemed she was
serious on not letting him get shy. "Do they have virgins shipped
in from other towns?" More wine sipping, able to drink that better
than the stronger stuff.
"That's the crux, they don't need to as they outfox the dragon...
"They send him male virgins and he runs screaming?" He said
What a mix. Tony and Jon. He laughed then looked at Jon. "Are you
going to sing it out for her?" And now he was laughing out loud.
And yes, he'd join in if Jon started to sing the answer.
So he continued with the song, but made sure not to bellow it out.
That took restraint, "Do virgins taste better than those who are
not? Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what? Do you savor them
slowly? Gulp them down on the spot? Do virgins taste better than those
who are not? Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried. But no
one can get through your thick scaly hide. We hope that some day, some
brave knight will come by. 'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too
fat to fly."
Thankfully she wasn't sipping when that verse came out; snorting wine up
one's nose was not very lady like. In fact, she set the glass down until
they were done, just to be on the safe side.
This part gave the answer and would be the last of it unless Joe wanted
to sing the Dragon part. "Now you have such good taste in your
women for sure, They always are pretty, they always are pure. But your
notion of dining, it makes us all flinch, For your favorite entree is
barbecued wench. Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat, if
you insist on nothing but virgins to eat. No more will our number ever
grow small, we'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!"
That part wasn't as bad as the sweet and juicy! "That sounds like
something the two of you would come up with." Trying an accusing
glance between both, and failing to stomp the smile down.