Taylor offered to accompany Janice, which Maggie, though not able to explain the why if she actually said it, internally agreed to as a good idea and just nodded to Taylor as the two left, leaving her and Michael at the table to chat.
As the two neared the restrooms in the far back, Taylor started looking for any particular difficult person that was in their way. Fortunately the trip there didn’t have anyone, save for a near run-in with an overworked busboy (Taylor wished his tiredness away when she saw his travel bag sized circles under his eyes – the restaurant had, what, 3 months, and the staff was already so overworked? Yikes. Well, looks like Taylor might have some work to do here…).
As the duo entered, there was a couple of girls – tall, well built, blonde, quite a bit of make-up and they were applying even more of that on them, cackling as they talked about the guys they came in with – something about their money being worth the boredom they were being put through – they turned to see the newcomers and both already sneered at the sight of Janice.
“My goodness, I knew this place wasn’t high class, but you’d think they have standards, Becky.” The taller one huffed, and the other one just loudly agreed at that. Janice grit her teeth and quickly went into the stall.
Becky looked Taylor over, “If you consider yourself worth anything, then ditch the faker, sweetie. No need to sully yourself with the tra-” Both girls grabbed their throats as their bodies began to shift.
Taylor already got the story on them – two gold-diggers who went through single rich guys until they got what they wanted and left them for the next meal ticket. The two guys, while not the richest, had some bright futures up-ahead – as long as they lost the deadweights riding on their coattails.
But it would be quite rude to leave the poor guys with no dates, even if just the two of them would have had a great night. They got their dress best and paid a good night out in the city, after all. No, that won’t do.
Glancing through the people at the restaurant, Taylor found what she needed. A woman got stood up by her online-dating partner and now she, clearly after spending hours to look good, now sits by the hostesses stand and ready to cry. Well, three birds, one stone.
She arranges for one of the guys to go ask the hostess for the wine menu, when he saw the poor woman sitting there. Being a nice fellow, he invited her to their table and over the course of the night, they would hit it off, leading to a rather happy life down the line. Love triangles are so outdated – threesomes are in, after all.
As Taylor worked on the trio, the two posh women, with short gasps of pain, found themselves writhing into smaller and smaller forms, with feathers sprouting from their bodies, their gasps changing to chirps and thrills of birds. Their clothes vanished and only left behind was a pair of lovebirds – ‘Bout the only love those two have ever known in their lives’ – they then flew through the window and into wild, intent on following through the circle of life, as planned.
Taylor wiped away that short, but nasty interaction from Janice’s memories – no need to sully the night anymore – and just checking to make sure she still looked fine, while she waited for the woman to be done.