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 ||As Weezle waits for Brendan, he orders his second Long Island Ice Tea. Ooh... thank you. ||Weezle takes a sip of the sweet, cold, alcoholic goodness.|| Oooooooh yea... that's the stuff. More complimentary Garlic Tea Biscuits, sir? ||Weezle looks at the table, and notices he ate the whole basket.|| Uhhh... yes, please. I'll be right back, sir. ||The waiter takes the empty basket and walks away.|| I'm likin' the "sir" stuff. ||After another couple minuts, a few more biscuits, and the rest of Weezle's second drink, Brendan is led to the table by the maitre d'.|| Here you go, sir. ||As the maitre d' leaves, Brendan stares at him for a second.|| Mike... Does that guy seem weird to you? The maitre d'? Yea. No... seems alright. Huh. Why? Well... It's just that I thought I heard him say that a "Mr. Campbell" was waiting for me. ||Weezle inadvertantly blushes.|| Well... uhhh... Maybe he got confused. Maybe he was thinking of your name, which I left for him, because I knew you'd be coming, so I told him your name, and then when he was bringing you here, he was thinking 'Right this way, Mr. Campbell', but then he switched and started to say, 'Mr. Dean is waiting for you', and he mixed up the two, which would explain why he would have said that "Mr. Campbell is waiting for you." ...Okay, one, take a breath. Two, that sounds good. *phew* Did you just 'phew'? ...I had to take a breath. ...How much have you drank? I'M STILL GOOD!! Okay, you're cut off. Damn. Now really, how much have you had to drink? Umm... two... yea, two drinks. Okay... That's a little sad... I SAID I'M S-- Alright! You're still good! Damn skippy I'm still good... ||As Brendan shakes his head, the waiter returns.|| Are you two ready to order? Yes, I'll have the Roasted Garlic Chicken Wrap, with the Caeser salad, and can you bring a side order of bruschetta too, please? No problem, sir. And to drink? Ice tea. The Long Island type! That's the good stuff! ||The waiter raises an eyebrow, and isn't sure what to write down.|| Normal, alcohol-free ice tea. Yes sir. Wussy. Did you just call me a wussy? Guhhh.... no! Two ladies walked by, and I said,-- OK! I get it. My bad. ||The waiter, starting to get a little uncomfortable, starts writing really quick.|| And for you, sir? Ehhhh... The cheesesteak. Salad or fries? Both! Caesar salad and fries, my good man. And to drink? I'll have some, wink, alcohol-free, wink, ice tea... wink. Okay, one, you don't actually SAY wink, and two, even if you did actually wink, I'm sitting right in front of you. ...Damn Soooo... Normal ice tea. Right. ||The waiter hurriedly writes down Weezle's order and walks away quite briskly.|| ||To Be Continued|| |
