[ Five only came to the luncheon out of curiosity. He's been trying to learn more about the town, since arriving. Considering how eager the organizers were for this fundraiser, he had to know what the hype was about. The downside to attending is the amount of touching he has to endure from various housewives in attendance. While he can tolerate the shoulder and back pats, it's the occasional pinches to the cheeks that makes him want to break someone's fingers. Though if he has to hear the phrase, 'Well don't you look dapper today, young man.' one more time, he feels he might shoot himself in the face.

However Five grins and bears it for the sake of appearances. It is honestly a relief when he gets seated and the waitress hands him a drinks menu. Though before she can finish the question about the glass of wine, he quickly cuts her off with a curt. "Coffee, black." followed by a smile that can hardly be considered a smile given the amount of teeth he is showing. The waitress blinks in surprise but writes down his drink request before pinching his cheek and then turning to leave. He merely inhales sharply, picking up his water glass for a sip.]

Do people around here, really not know how to keep their hands to themselves?

[ He mutters under his breath. He really hates this place so much already. So many people all up in his personal space and he has to fight the urge not to stab anyone. He sighs as he reads the pasta options. None of which appeal to him, but not like he'll say anything.]

Gosh...so many yummy options...how ever will I choose?

[ He says aloud, though his dry and sarcastic tone of voice cannot be contained.]

[ Everything about the townies and the robbies unsettles Five. Truly he can't keep the comparisons to the Twilight Zone and Stepford Wives out of his mind. However it isn't until Rosemary stands and speaks, that Five feels as though he is having a moment of Déjà vu. Everything about her reminds him of someone else, that he refuses to name. So much so that he can't keep the frown off of his face.

For the briefest of seconds they make eye contact and he can feel a chill spread down his spine. Every fiber of his being wants to flee, but his stubborn nature keeps him rooted to his seat. He forces himself to pick up his coffee cup and take a sip in order to divert his attention. However the way he grips his cup likely gives away just how ill at ease he currently feels.

As soon as she finishes speaking, he excuses himself to go to the restroom as he needs a minute to regain his composure. Rosemary Craven is not, she who shall not be named, but damn if the voice and demeanor doesn't remind him of a certain platinum blond bitch that has a habit of returning from the dead. From one fake ass bitch to another, Five was just finding even more reasons to dislike this place.]

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