Fandom: Shadow of Destiny
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit gained. This is a fanwork.
Summary: Eike has terrible luck, nothing new.
Notes: For LN. A drabble.
Eike held up his pruney, wrinkled fingers, cursing his bad luck that he'd run out of money after ordering a good meal.
Still, doing dishes beat shoveling manure or writing freelance advice columns for shady weeklies.
After stacking the clean dishes on one side of the sink, Eike had just a few seconds to breathe before a pair of perky waitresses dumped another pile in front of him before leaving.
He turned, reaching for a towel - and knocked squarely into a perilous stack of teacups.
They swayed. Eike closed his eyes. He didn't want to see.
But no crash came. Just a slight breeze as though someone had cracked a window in the window-less room.
When Eike opened his eyes, he was alone. With dishes. Which was better than shoveling manure, at least.
Drink Lemonade! Tip Your Waitress!