[Server] Digital Dining

[Super Buu]

"Wake up, newbie. We're here."

Greg had been lost deep in thought, following his friend like a zombie. It came as a shock, therefore, that they'd arrived. Looking up, he saw what must have been the diner. It looked like a house on the beach, with tiny, ornate windows adorning its whitewashed surface.

"Are all humans as slow as you?"

"No - I mean, shut it!"

Ryuudamon grinned - an unusual sight - and went through the door into the diner. Digesting the fact that his friend could in fact smile, Greg followed through and found himself in an atmosphere that belied the diner's outside appearance. It seemed to be a grotty pub. The ceiling was blackened by smoke, and the wooden stools were occupied by strange-looking digimon, casting suspicious looks at the newcomers.

Feeling awkward in this environment, the teenager stopped in the doorway. Ryuudamon, who had already walked up to the bar, looked back and frowned.

"Stop acting so suspicious," growled the dragonlike monster, watching his human cargo with one eye, the rest of the pub with the other.

Greg walked casually up to the counter after his partner, trying to be inconspicuous. Though his efforts yield results, as such, he did pretty well considering he was the probably the only human these digimon had ever seen. Without warning, teenager's musings were interrupted by a loud, bass-like voice.

"'Ey, Kyokyomon ... is that ... you?"

What looked like a giant, cracked egg was standing behind the counter, eyes peering through the cracks at Ryuudamon, seemingly in surprise.

"Hey, Digitamamon, you like the new look?" the dragon smirked.

The egg-like monster boomed in laughter. "We-he-hell! Congrats man, you finally got to Rookie! I'd offer ya a drink, but as you can see I ain't got no hands!" He turned and called out through a door. "Hey, Palmon, look who it is!"

A plant-like monster emerged from the door, wearing an apron. "Well golly, if it ain't little Kyokyomon!" She draped her long, purple fingers on the dragon's shoulder flirtatiously. "Ain't you gotten big?" then, nodding her head at Greg, "who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is Greg," said Ryuudamon, as the human nodded. "He got dumped out here a few days ago, I'm being paid to babysit him until he can get back to the non-digital world."

"Ah see," said Palmon, clearly not seeing at all. "Well, what'll it be then shug?"

As Ryuudamon ordered some food and drinks, his dark-haired companion cast a look around the tavern. He was getting a lot of looks, but other than that it seemed pretty friendly. Maybe he wasn't the only human in the digital world?

"Here ya go," said the armour-plated digimon, handing Greg a drink and nodding towards a table. "Let's go sit down."

They sat down on some stools by the window, putting their glasses down on the wooden table as Ryuudamon deposited a plate of food in front of the teenager. "Eat up."

For the first time since entering, Greg spoke up; "I didn't know there were so many different kinds of you digimon."

"Yeah," Ryuudamon raised a wry smirk. "See Digitamamon over there at the bar? You'd never guess it, but he's an Ultimate. He's about as much use as a broken egg in a fight, pretty damn good cook though."

"Wow," breathed the human, gazing across at the bartender and trying to discern what gave him away as an Ultimate.

As if he had read the teenager's thoughts, the dragon nodded at Greg's belt. "Check your Digivice if you don't believe me."

Unclipping the blue device from his belt dubiously, Greg pointed it towards Digitamamon as inconspicuously as he could. The words 'scanning' crossed its screen momentarily, before a miniature replica of the egg-creature appeared on the monitor, complete with details on attacks and level.

"Amazing!" breathed the human.

"Hey, what does it say about me?" asked the dragon curiously.

Pointing it towards Ryuudamon, Greg waited a second for it to verify. "It's got all your attacks here ... Iai Blade? You've got a sword?"

The dragon tapped his nose knowingly.

The teenager shuddered in glee. "That is so cool."