12: Roberto's Loving Uncle

Roberto’s Uncle by the water –an Italian bistro. A large picture window near the entrance -where the reservation book sits- faces out over the large local lake. At night reflections of the docks and the waves makes eerie shadows on the glass. In front is a long square bar, with Domino, a staunch, fat true-blooded Italian man with one eye, bartending. Above the bar a portrait of Roberta Domino, the famous Italian chef. Sherry, his much younger, American co-owner, sits at the bar reading the Washington Post. Jessica and Sarah are the servers and Thomas is about to arrive. Jessica is a fat server, but also very pregnant and loud. Sarah is a short, mousy server and very quiet. Past the bar deeper into the restaurant, much artwork hangs on the walls with fishing netting and other accoutrements of sea life below the vaulted ceilings. The restaurant is like a corridor museum of old whaling ships and artifacts with tables and booths below. At the back, a single door with a port hole leads into the kitchen. Bright light emanates from it every time it is opened. A few customers sit at the bar, but otherwise, it is empty. Light music plays, but there is a jukebox in the corner upfront.

Jessica: Sarah, this tray is really heavy, could you help me with it to the kitchen?

Sarah lifts the tray and goes to the kitchen.

Jessica: Thanks for the help!

Domino: (to Customers) You want another round? On the house.

Sherry looks up.

Sherry: Summit. On the house.

Domino: You don’t get nothing on the house. Everything you get is paid for.

Sherry: Oh, you’re buying?

Customer 1: Oh, is this your wife, Domino?

Sherry: More like his daughter.

Domino: No. No. This is my partner in crime, Sherry.

Customer 2: How do you like owning this place, Sherry?

Sherry: If I can make it to year five, I’m golden. I can retire.

Customer 1: So it’s worth it to own a restaurant?

Sherry: Ha. (She goes back to reading her paper. The customers feel a bit awkward.)

Domino: As long as you have some busy nights, we’re able to stay a float.

Jessica: Stay a float! That’s funny.

Domino: What?

Jessica: I mean look at this place. Stay a float.

Sherry: When are you due?

Jessica: Could be anywhere between now and a month. The doctor thinks I’ll pop early.

Sherry: One could only hope.

Jessica: I know. I’m excited. Well excited. And scared. A little of both. You know?

Sherry: No. Haven’t had any kids. Ask Dom.

Jessica: How was having kids, John?

Domino: Don’t ask me.

Sarah: (returning) Aren’t we getting a new server to train tonight?

Sherry: Yeah. You called him, Dom, right?

Domino: Yeah.

Sherry: What time did you tell him to come in?

Domino: I forgot.

Sherry: You forgot?

Paul and Wendy enter.

Sherry gets up from the bar and goes to the front.

Wendy: This place is perfect. So Quiet.

Paul: Yeah, nobody’s here.

Sherry: It’ll pick up in a little bit. Two of you?

Wendy: It’ll pick up? What do you mean by that?

Sherry: It gets busier later. Do you want a table for two?

Wendy: Paul, I don’t know.

Paul: We’ll take it.

Sherry: If you want to follow me. (She takes menus.)

Wendy: Paul. She said it gets busier.

Paul: Don’t worry about it.

Wendy: Paul. I didn’t bring my inhaler.

Paul: That’s fine.

Wendy: Could you put us someplace quiet?

Paul: Anywhere is fine.

Wendy: No. Someplace quiet. Please.

Sherry: As you can see all the tables are on the same plain. Would you prefer a table or a booth?

Wendy: Booth! Booth. Please. (to Paul) Well they are more private!

Paul: Yeah. I might want it to be more private! (laughs)

Wendy: What do you mean by that? He’s such a kidder.

Sherry: Your server will be with you shortly.

Tobias enters. Sarah looks up from behind the bar.

Domino: (quietly) Is this the thug that came in here that one time?

Sherry: I don’t remember-

Jessica: Yeah. He spilled his drink. Refused to pay-

Sarah: No. No. That’s not him. He’s a friend of mine. I can seat him if you want Sherry.

Sherry: (back to reading) Go ahead.

Sarah: (going over) Do you have a reservation? Excuse me.

Toby looks up from the jukebox.

Toby: Sarah!

Sarah: Look. You can’t make any trouble in here tonight. They remember that time a few months ago.

Toby: I’m cool. I’m cool. I’m just waiting for a friend.

Sarah: Do I know him?

Toby: No. I don’t think you’ve met him. I can sit whenever. Can I control the volume on this thing?

Sarah: Toby. . .No.

Toby: Oh, here. This button.

Sarah: Let me give you a table. I got people crawling down my skin. When are you getting some more stuff-

Toby: Keep your wig on Sarah. Don’t worry. It’ll come. Just go with the flow.

Sarah: I try to go with the flow, but nothing ever flows my way. I need to get some stuff and fast. My baby is in need.

Toby: Yeah. Yeah.

Sarah: Don’t turn it up too loud.

Toby: There we go.

A song comes blaring over the juke box. Sarah takes Toby’s arm and he puts up his hands to the rest of the patrons with a smarmy, ‘I didn’t do it’ smile. She takes him to a table. He taps his hands as drum sticks. Sherry looks over disapprovingly.

Sarah: He’ll be fine.

Sherry: I hope so.

Jessica: I remember him-

Sarah: Don’t you have some food up in the kitchen?

Jessica: But-

Sarah: Come on. Let’s check.

Wendy: Paul. It’s getting busier!

Paul: (viewing Toby, Toby looks and then looks away) One person? This is not busy. I wanted to have a nice quiet night. Can’t we stay?

Wendy: I guess. I thought you said quiet -with this music?

Paul: When was the last time we went out?

Wendy: I don’t remember.

Paul: I do. Never. We’ve never been out before.

Toby: (yelling) Hey, I need a new table. I need a new table.

Jessica: Okay. Sarah, your friend is gonna move. (She takes him to another table.)

Wendy: That’s not true.

Paul: It’s true. In the six months we’ve been together. We’ve never been out to dinner before. We haven’t been much of anywhere before.

Wendy: That’s not true.

Paul: It’s true.

Wendy: We went to that wedding fair.

Paul: Yeah, with you with one hand on your inhaler -the entire time- and me and your mother boxing you in like sardines in a can. Is this any way to live?

Wendy: Paul. I thought you loved me.

Paul: I do love you. But-

Wendy: But what?

Paul: You don’t have to be-

Wendy: Be what? Be so what? I can’t help it, Paul. I can’t. This is who I am.

Paul: I think you need help. Maybe we should go to a doctor.

Wendy: I’ve been to Doctors -none of that helps.

Paul: But when, when were you at a Doctor’s? When was the last time?

Wendy: When I was little.

Paul: Exactly. It’s been a long time since then. I bet there have been medical advances-

Wendy: Why do you even want to marry me?

Paul: I love you.

Wendy: No, you don’t. Then you’d love all of me. None of that medication ever worked. . .so what do you want me to do? What? Huh? What?

Paul: I don’t know.

Wendy: Why do you want to marry me?

Paul: I told you. I love you.

Wendy: But why? Why do you like me?

Paul: I love you because you are simple-

Wendy: Simple? You think I’m simple?

Paul: No, you didn’t let me finish.

Wendy: I’m not my friend, Janet, Paul.

Paul: You could have just said my friend. Who else do you know? You never leave the house. Besides me and your mother, who else is your friend?

Wendy: So I’m not popular. I never wanted to be that way.

Paul: I know. I love you for who you are. . .but sometimes this is too much.

Wendy: Paul, let’s just have dinner, I don’t want to fight.

Paul: Neither do I.

Jessica: Hi, there folks, Welcome to Roberto’s Uncle. I’m going to be your server tonight. My name is Jessica.

Paul: Hi there.

Wendy: Are you going to talk to us all night?

Paula enters with her son, Frederick.

Sherry: Dom. Domino.

Domino steps out from behind the bar.

Paula: We have a reservation.

Domino: How are you tonight, Paula?

Paula: Just fine, Dom. How are you?

Domino: Could be better. I’m being sued.

Paula: Sued?

Domino: My brother, Roberto. It’s about our mother. It’s a mess. Let me tell you.

Paula: Well I hope the best.

Domino: Did you win your game?

Frederick: Of course. Twenty to two. We beat the shit out of them.

Paula: Frederick. . .what have I told you about swearing? You know I don’t like that.

Domino can’t stop laughing.

Paula: Please don’t encourage him.

He seats them.

Jessica returns with wine for Paul and a glass of water for Wendy.

Wendy: Did you hear me ask for lemon for my water?

Jessica: Oh, no I didn’t.

Wendy: Well, I would still like it.

Jessica: I’ll be right back.

Paul: Could you please calm down? Please?

Toby gets up to go to the jukebox. Sarah stands in his way.

Sarah: What can I get you to drink?

Toby: Vodka gimlet.

Sarah: Do you think that’s a good idea?

Toby: Another song or a drink?

Sarah: Both.

Judy enters in full trench coat and sunglasses, she scans the restaurant. To Sherry who has gotten up.

Judy: (going past) I’m meeting someone.

Paul: (to Jessica) She’ll have the veal scallopini and I’ll have the linguine with alfredo sauce.

Jessica: So that’s the veal scallopini and the linguine-

Wendy: Paul. What is it?

Paul: I’m sorry. We’re going to have to leave.

Jessica: Okay. I’ll get your tab.

Paul: No. No. Here. Here’s a twenty. Keep the change. Let’s go. Get your coat on.

Wendy: What the hell? Paul, you’re scaring me.

Paul: We need to go. It’s not a big deal. We just need to leave.

Wendy: I’m okay with that.

Paul: Of course, you are. But it won’t always be this way. Let me tell you.

Jessica: I’m very sorry.

Thomas, a boy with long hair but seemingly plain features, enters. Domino goes to the door.

Domino: Welcome to Roberto’s Uncle. How many?

Thomas: I’m actually supposed to train in tonight. I didn’t know what to wear.

Domino: That’s fine- for tonight. (to Sarah) Hey. Hey. Sarah. . . could you please train Thomas in please?

Sarah: Sure.

Toby: (as Judy sits down at his table, to Paul as they pass) Hey, how’s it going?

Wendy: Do you know him?

Paul: Let’s keep going.

Wendy and Paul push past the servers at the front and exit. Jessica walks up.

Jessica: He just had a glass of wine and the lady had some lemon water. And they left me a twenty?! That’s like a 300 percent tip!

Domino: What was wrong? Were they upset with the service?

Jessica: No. No. They had some sort of emergency. They didn’t say.

Sarah: Come on, Thomas.

Thomas: You can call me, Tom.

Sarah: Let’s get you in the back and punched in and everything. And we can start the training back there. (to Toby) I’m training a guy in tonight so I’ll be right back with your drink.

Domino: Why don’t you take the table in the back too? That’ll be your first table here at Roberto’s Uncle, Thomas.

Thomas: Tom.

Domino: Thomas.

At Toby’s table.

Toby: So did you bring me my list of stuff? How can you see?

Judy: Shhhh! I’m not taking the glasses off.

Toby: Okay.

Judy: I can’t stay long.

Toby: Alright, Wanda. Whatever you say.

Judy: Don’t say my name here.

Toby: Fine. You don’t even want a drink?

Judy: No.

Toby: You’re shaking.

Judy: Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go over it.

Sarah and Thomas come out of the kitchen.

Sarah: (to Tom) Just watch me.

At Paula’s table.

Paula: Would you want to go visit Janet after this?

Frederick: No. She’s dumb and boring.

Paula: Listen, don’t you EVER-

Sarah and Tom arrive.

Sarah: (monotone) Welcome to Roberto’s Uncle. May I start you off with some water?

Paula: Yes.

Sarah: We’ll be right back. (They walk towards the bar.)

Sarah: When they don’t specify, I give them the bottled water –still water unless they want sparkling. Up charge ‘em. If you don’t Sherry will get really mad –if you don’t push things on them. She went to school for management. So she’s like the management queen of the earth, but oh, how funny, she doesn’t know how to communicate. . .

Tom: Okay.

At Paula’s table.

Paula: Don’t you ever say that about Janet.

Fred: Why do you like her so much?

Paula: I just do. She’s. . .she’s very interesting.

Fred: That’s no reason to like anybody.

Paula: Yes. Yes. It is. Why do you like all your school friends?

Fred: I don’t-

Paula: Yes, you do. Because they are interesting.

Fred: I don’t have any, mom.

Paula: Maybe because you swear and you push people on the court. I saw you push that other boy. Don’t try to deny it. I want you to grow up healthy, Fred.

Fred: I am healthy.

Paula: I want you to grow up being good to other people. Janet is. That’s why I like her.

Fred: Janet’s dumb, mom. Dumb.

Paula: Say it again and we’ll be in the bathroom and you’ll be eating soap.

At Toby’s table. Sarah and Tom, bring the Vodka gimlet.

Sarah: Here you are. (to Tom) Always use a cocktail napkin with drinks except for red wine.

Toby: You’re training in huh?

Tom: Yeah.

Toby: Don’t worry about it man. (looking at Judy) Some people are always training in at something. No need to worry about it. It’ll happen. Just let it happen. And you should always bring a napkin with red wine. If it spills, it stains like blood.

Sarah: Blood doesn’t stain.

Toby: How do you know?

Sarah: It’s for the ring left by the cold glass, Toby. Not for spills.

Toby: Sometimes spills happen.

Sarah: Thanks for the advice. We’ll be back. (to Tom) Let’s go.

Tom: Okay.

Sarah: Ma’m. Would you like anything to drink?

Judy: (disguising her voice) No, I’m about to leave.

Toby: Yeah, Maude here has an appointment.

Sarah: Will you be having dinner tonight, Toby?

Toby: Yeah at some point. My friend is coming in a little bit.

Sarah: Kay. Let’s go over to that other table and take their order.

At the bar.

Jessica: I hope another table comes in. I got stiffed last night. Nobody showed.

Sherry: (reading) Uh huh.

Jessica: So I had the most wonderful breakfast this morning. Homemade waffles with Vermont maple syrup, Special K with freshly cut strawberries, milk, an 8 oz. glass of orange juice –Simply Orange brand.

Sherry: Sounds healthy. Did ya hear that Dom? What Jessica is having for breakfast these days?

Domino: No. I didn’t.

Sherry: Tell Dom I bet he’s interested. (She walks into the kitchen.)

Jessica: Well. . .

At Toby’s table.

Judy: I didn't know you had friends here.

Toby: They're not really friends. They are ghosts.

Judy: You better not talk about me after I'm gone.

Toby: Lips are sealed, Paranoid.

Judy: Shhh! How long would it take if you get the stuff?

Toby: I don’t know. Never done this before.

Judy: Okay. Okay.

Toby: Chill out. Have a drink.

Judy: I really have to go. I do.

Toby: Fine.

Judy: You’re meeting a friend anyway. You know this is the way I want it.

Toby: I know. I know. You’ve told me a hundred times.

Judy: Do you know what to expect when I put it in there?

Toby: I told you-

Judy: I know. . . but I just have to do more research.

Toby: Have you researched a price yet?

Judy: I told you, when I get the stuff we’ll talk about a price.

Toby: Good. We’ll talk then. Or I’ll talk.

Judy: Don’t ever threaten me again. . .or I will-

Toby: Or what?

Judy: Nothing. I’m leaving now. You never saw me.

Toby: I never saw you, baby Jane.

Judy: What did you call me?

Toby: Baby Jane.

Judy: Oh. I thought you said something else.

Toby: Like what?

Judy: Nevermind. I’m going. Good bye.

She hurriedly exits.

Domino: (to Sarah) What was wrong with that lady? Did you give them bad service?

Sarah: No, she had an appointment. She had to go.

Domino: Thomas, the point about serving is keeping your customers inside and eating. That’s the point. . . or you won’t make any money. We seem to be having some trouble with that tonight.

Toby goes to the juke box. He picks another really loud, thrashing song.

Domino: You better go tell your friend to settle down.

Sarah: I’ll take care of it.

Domino: Now.

Thomas: That guy’s your friend?

Sarah: Sort of. He helps me out sometimes.

Thomas: Gets you things?

Silence

Sarah: Let’s go.

Thomas: Don’t worry, everybody does ‘em.

Sarah: Maybe, but nobody likes to admit it. (to Toby) Hey. Hey.

Toby: What, baby?

Sarah: My boss is going down my throat.

Toby: Why tonsillitis?

Sarah: No, because I stuck up for you, because you were going to get kicked out. They remembered you from last time. I told you that. My job is on the line here. Could you sit down please?

Toby: (stops dancing) Fine. I’ll just go get drunk and be belligerent later. (He goes back to the table.)

Sarah: (to Tom) Welcome to Roberto’s Loving Uncle, Tom. Welcome.

At Paula’s Table.

Paula: Aren’t you interested in music?

Frederick: I hate music.

Paula: I know. I know. But you should try things. If you try things, you will like them more.

Frederick: Blah. Blah. Blah.

Paula: Fred. Please. We’re all each other has. Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be.

Fred: Why?

Paula: I’m tired. I’ve had a long day. I know you’re not a baby. You are ten. Practically an adult. You need to start acting like it.

Fred: I do. I do.

Paula: Then prove to me.

Sarah and Tom appear.

Sarah: Were you guys ready to order?

Paula: I’ll have hmmmm let’s see.

Fred: Hamburger.

Sarah: We don’t have hamburgers. Sorry.

Paula: Do you have a children’s menu?

Sarah: No, we don’t. I’m sorry.

Fred: I don’t want to eat off the children’s menu.

Paula: Fred, please.

Fred: You said I was an adult.

Paula: Did I? I don’t remember saying that.

Sarah: I can give you more time.

Michael enters. Paula looks up. She sees him sitting with Toby.

Paula: No. No more time. We’re ready now.

Sarah: Okay, what can I get for you? (Sarah and Tom share a glance.)

Paula: (disoriented) Let’s see. Let me look for a second.

At Toby’s table.

Michael: What a weird fucking night.

Toby: What?

Michael: I was driving over and I thought I just saw my step-mother. She’s such a bitch.

Toby: Really?

Michael: Yeah. Fuck.

Toby: What?

Michael: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Toby: What is it, man?

Michael: Don’t look now. But in few seconds look.

Toby: Oh them?

Michael: I told you not to look now.

Toby: What?

Michael: Geez. You don’t listen.

Toby: They are the only other table in here.

Michael: Yeah? Well that’s Janet’s case worker. She met me this morning. I had to explain my face.

Toby: How’d it go?

Michael: Awkward. This is bad. This is bad.

Toby: Why?

Michael: Because. I’m with you.

Toby: You most certainly are not with me, sexy.

Michael: Shut up.

Toby: You.

Michael: No more.

Toby: What?

Michael: No more. Something’s gotta give. We can’t. . .if we want this to work. . .we can’t be. . . you and me.

Toby: (doing British) Okay. I’ll be Charles and you be Edward. We’ll be princes of- of- Timbucktoo!

Michael: Shut the fuck up. This isn’t a joke.

Toby: It is to me. Let’s get some grub. I’m fucking starving.

Michael: This is serious, man.

Toby: Life isn’t serious, get over it.

Sarah: Hi there. What can I get for you two to eat?

Toby: Get me the turkey bruscetta-

Sarah: and for you?

Toby: He’ll need a minute.

Sherry comes out of the kitchen.

Jessica: So. . .Ummm Sherry. Domino and I were talking.

Sherry: Go figure.

Jessica: Do you think I could have that table? Sarah’s got two.

Sherry: No. End of story. Sarah’s training Tom in. Don’t ask again.

Domino: I told her it’d be okay. I thought-

Sherry: Then why are you asking me? Get me another summit.

At Toby’s table.

Toby: Well maybe you should go talk to her then.

Michael: Why?

Toby: If you act all shady, that’s what it will be. But if you go over there.

Michael: True. But you have to behave.

Toby: I’ll be on my best behavior. (He makes a distorted, crazy face.) I promise.

Jessica: Hi. I’m Jessica and I’ll be your server this evening. How are you two doing?

Toby: Just great. Yourself?

Jessica: Well Pregnant.

Toby: I see that. When are you gonna pop?

Jessica: Anytime between now and a month. . .doctors say.

Toby: Do you always air your dirty laundry all over the place with tables?

Michael: Hey, Toby.

Jessica: I’m sorry.

Toby: Look. I’m getting irritated. I thought we already had a server. I just want some service from you silent Susie. I don’t care what your name is. I gave my order to Sarah.

Jessica: Well this is my table now, so I’ll just go get it from her.

Michael: I didn’t order yet.

Jessica: Do you know what you’d like?

Michael: I’ll need some time. Oh and don’t mind him. He’s a goof.

Toby: You better mind me. Trust me. You better.

At the bar.

Sarah: What’s going on over there?

Sherry: She’s taking that table, because “she isn’t going to make any money.” Don’t worry you’ll get the next one.

Sarah: I hope she can handle it.

Sherry: She probably can’t. Oh well. We’ll all hear about it. Dom, I said another summit.

Domino: Another?!

Sherry: Yes. I do own this place.

Domino: But we don’t want to drink ourselves out of business.

Sherry: With all of the stuff you treat our friends to, I’m sure one more beer won’t hurt us.

Jessica: (returning) What an asshole.

Sherry: You asked for it.

Jessica: I know. . .but I didn’t think I’d regret it. I just didn’t.

Sarah: (to Tom only) She doesn’t really think. (to Jessica) He’s an asshole. I know him from way back.

Jessica: Would you want to switch tables?

Sarah: What do you think? I have to make money too.

Sherry: That’s enough asking for tables, Jessica. You get what you get.

Customers enter. Sherry gets up to seat them.

Jessica: I should get dibs on them. (pause) I have to pee again. Oh this baby. Pushing on my bladder. Domino, I’m going to run the bathroom. Be right back.

Sarah: One thing you’ll learn Tom is. Everybody has shit. Everybody wants to spread it around and get in everybody else’s business, but it’s best to just mind your own. Got me?

Tom: Oh I got you. Trust me.

Sarah: That’s just a little personal training, free of charge. Now here’s how we put the orders back into the kitchen. With this computer. You slide your card like this and then you can use this touch screen to send the food back. So you hit pastas and choose linguine with tomatos and oil. That’s what the lady wanted.

At Paula’s table.

Fred: Where’s our food?

Paula: We just ordered it.

Michael: (walking over) I just wanted to come over and say, Hi. Ms. Pluckston right?

Paula: Yes. Michael, right?

Michael: Yes. How are you doing?

Paula: Great. Weren’t you supposed to be at Janet’s by now?

Michael: Yeah. But I am going to be late. I called to let her know.

Paula: Oh. You declined on your fiancée so you could hang out with a buddy?

Michael: He’s not my buddy.

Paula: That rowdy gentleman is not your buddy?

Michael: No. No. I just met him tonight. I might buy a car from him. A used car.

Paula: I see.

Michael: Mine is on its last leg and it’s sort of a desperate situation.

Paula: I understand. Well it was nice to meet you. This is my son, Frederick.

Michael: Nice to meet you.

Frederick: Hi.

Michael: Well I just wanted to stop by and say Hi before I scoot off to Janet’s place.

Paula: Say Hi to Janet for me. Have a good night.

Michael: You too.

Paula: I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.

Michael: I’m sure we will.

Paula: Sooner than we want to, I imagine.

Michael: (laughing) Have a good evening. (He exits.)

Paula: You too.

Frederick: Who’s that?

Paula: One of Janet’s friends.

Frederick: He seems pretty cool.

Paula: Yeah, he seems, doesn’t he?

At the bar.

Sherry: Sarah and Tom why don’t you take that table too.

Sarah: Jessica’s gonna flip.

Sherry: See if I care. I don’t.

Jessica: (returns) How many is it going to be at that party?

Sherry: Just two. I gave it to Sarah. You are closing. You can get another one later.

Jessica: (tearing up) Fine.

Sarah: Let’s go greet them, Tom.

Jessica: (to Tom only) Just remember. They have favorites and you won’t stay at the top.

Sarah and Tom are walking away from the bar and are out of earshot.

Tom: Okay.

Sarah: Don’t listen to her, she has emotional problems.

Tom: She’s pregnant.

Sarah: Yeah, with bullshit.

At Toby’s table.

Michael: (quietly, not sitting) Look, man, I’m in pretty deep. I’m pretending to write my number down because I’m buying a car from you. I have to go over to Janet’s now.

Toby: What the hell. . .you are over-reacting.

Michael: No. no. . . I’m not, sloppy. Look. I’ll see you back at the apartment later.

Toby: Fine, dickwad. Fine.

Michael: See ya.

Michael starts to exit.

Toby: (calling loudly so everyone can hear) I tell ya, she’s a bute! You really should take her for a test drive.

Michael: I’ll call you.

Jessica: (arriving at the table) Your friend isn’t going to eat?

Toby: Nope. He’s gone.

Jessica: I knew it.

Toby: You must be psychic then. I’ll take another drink.

Near the bar.

Sarah: And the customers are unpredictable and the staff is lazy. The money isn’t that good.

Tom: Why do you even work here?

Sarah: There’s always something going on. It’s always pretty interesting.

Tom: That I will agree with.

Domino: Can we try to keep people inside for atleast an entree?