Fish Out of Water(Open)

[Ranamon]

Ranamon nodded quickly, giving a grin towards the small loin cub as she began to walk towards the restarunt. Her excitment grew ever higher with each step she made to the building. While it may have seemed childish to be happy to be entering a place to eat, she had rarely done so since...well...ever. For the most part, she sent her time within the ocean, guarding it and being worshiped by all sea digimon for her beauty. But even she wanted to get away from that sometime. At least to a place where new people could shower her with affection.

"Come on! Hurry up you two!"

Walking to the entrance, the digimon simply waved her hand towards the large Gorrillamon at the door, giggling lightly as she winked towards him. As if under a trance, the large white furred ape chuckled and let her pass with no problem whatso ever.

[Bolgmon]

Wormmon walked behind her, not liking the look that the Gorrillamon was giving him. It was kind of disgust but with a little hate in there too. He could see the interior now. The seats were velvet and looked relaxing to sit on. THe tables were wood, Wormmon couldn't tell what kind. The lights hung from the ceiling over the tables. Many extravagently dressed Digimon were seated at all the booths and tables.

"This place looks promising. You decided well when you chose this place, Ranamon," Wormmon said, impressed in her choice of eatery. They approached the resevation desk behind which sat a teenaged Burgermon.

[Sol]

Sol followed after Ranamon and Wormmon, smirking to himself. The two defiantly were odd characters, but he saw no reason not to give them his company. He smirked as the Gorillamon let Ranamon pass. He was not the type of digimon who judged somebody based upon their looks, though the aquatic digimons vanity seemed to secure them a spot within the establishment, even if the receptionist did not view him and Wormmon with the happiest of attitudes.

"Indeed you did..." The Coronamon said, looking about their dining accomidations "Do you eat out often? Or do you simply have an eye for things like this?"

[Ranamon]

Ranamon giggled as the two complimented her taste, shaking her head as she smiled towards Coronamon.

"Not really, this is actually my first time going out in a long time..."

The digimon really didn't want to go into the details to actually how long she had been a guardian. In fact, it was probably longer than even she knew. But that didn't matter, right now she wasn't a guardian, she was just a beautiful digimon, eating out with beautiful people. Well....somewhat, they weren't as beautiful as her.

Sitting down at an available table, the aquatic fairy looked around her in awe and amazement. She really did have good tastes. This place was just perfect.

"Ah...this is living the dream....Makes me wonder if I could get something like this made on the beach. Not like a beach bum shack, but something nice just like this..."

[Bolgmon]

"My job also does not always allow me to get away from home, though it does allow me to travel abroad. It is a decent job, some stress, but not much," Wormmon said, subtlely avoiding what his job really was. He was glad he could travel abroad with his Guardianship. Anywhere electricity and static could build up, he could go. That meant he could go pretty much anywhere except underwater.

"Maybe you could get a condominium built with an indoor restaraunt built on the beach. That would bring in bussiness and would convince more people that your idea was good," Wormmon said, happy to provide a suggestion while waiting for a waiter.

[Sol]

Sol sat down next to his two new acquaintances, looking around the lavish restaurant as the two conversed, himself getting involved as well.

"I have no real 'job' to be honest." The fire lion said "I wander, see sights, meet people, learn from the new places and encounters. I work when needed to acquire what is necessary for living, but occasionally I am treated by hospitable hosts such as yourselves. Never do I ask for such charities though."

It was true. The lion did simply travel, going where the wind would take him. In his pursuit of knowledge, he had visited a vast many places, and still had places yet to see. Just him and his guitar, on the road, wild and free, unlike the two before him, who had restrictions of some kind.

"I must agree with your statement Ranamon. A formal restaurant by the beach is a wonderful idea. I can easily imagine two young lovers enjoying a dinner on a terrace, overlooking the ocean as the sun sets. Rather romantic, and certainly profitable. Why, I wouldn't be surprised if one was already in existence, or if someone was working on one already..."

[Ranamon]

Ranamon listened to Sol and sighed as she could picture his life as if it were her own. What adventures he must have had with each new location. All the digimon he encountered, while she was forced to remain by the ocean and look upon the same dull faces on a constant basis.

"Your so lucky Sol...."

The aquatic digimon than placed both her hands under her chin as she stared directly into his eyes,giggling as she continued to speak.

"You get to go so far and not have to worry about anything...your completely free..."

[Bolgmon]

"Well, don't count yourself short Ranamon. Of the three of us, I travel the least. You have the entire ocean to roam, while I am not suited to traveling very much other than in the forest," Wormmon said, feeling a bit downtrodden.

Then he started to feel self pitty and noticed all the things that the other two had that he did not. Real hands for one. Wide areas of travel for another. Well, enough of that, he thought to himself. Stop being so pecimistic, it's never good to think like that.

"So, when do we order? I can not wait to see a menue so that I may see what types of cuisine this place serves," Wormmon said, tring to keep conversation going.

[Sol]

Sol smirked as he listened to the two speak, voicing their opinions about their complacency. He mildly wondered what their jobs were, but did not give it much thought. Instead he furthered their conversation.

"Heh... the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, I suppose..." The lion digimon said to the two, seeming to reminisce slightly "There are drawbacks to being a wanderer like myself. Indeed, I do see many intresting things, but often times I run across lands undergoing times of strife and suffering. The world is not a happy place, my friends. In addition... I never have found that one place that I seem to be able to call 'home.' Everywhere I go, I seem a bit... out of place there, I suppose."

Sol too was waiting for a menu. No doubt a place like this sold food to match its luxurious looks. After all, the atmosphere was simply an enhansement to food quality. Without delictable entrees, it would be rather hard to keep up looks such as this.

[Ranamon]

As if by magic, a Agumon wearing a tux appeared before the three. Smiling mostly towards Ranamon, the lizard handed out the velet menus and then placed its claws behind his back in wait. It was obvious that he was letting them glance over their selection, though it also seemed to be trying to intend his view of the beautiful digimon at the table.

Ranamon didn't seem to notice, keeping her attention upon her menu and then sighing as she couldn't seem to find anything at the moment.

"Why don't you guys go ahead. Im still looking..."