Primo Colon knows it's going to be a long evening as soon as he enters he and his brother's shared hotel room to find his crazy-haired brother waiting for him.
"Ah, Primo, there you are!" Carlito says, surging to his feet. "Let's get something to eat now!"
"Wha--?" Primo asks, blinking owlishly as he's grabbed by the arm and dragged back out of the room.
"You haven't ate yet, right? I'm hungry, so let's go!" he grins. A second life had seeped into Carlito since their title win, leaving him happier than Primo had seen him in a long while.
Primo shrugs, he's hungry a lot between wrestling, traveling, and training, so if big brother wants to eat, who is he to complain? "Where we going?"
"Quiznos!" Carlito decides after a minute, and Primo sees the place just down the street from their hotel.
"Oh," he says faintly, a slightly worried frown taking over his face. This isn't going to end well.
"Why are you so shifty, Primo?" Carlito asks, as he drags his little brother into the sub shop. "You like subs, right?"
"Right, sure."
"Good, good," Carlito mutters distractedly, eyeing the menu. "Wait..."
Here it comes, Primo cringes, clearing his throat. "What?"
"You have a sub named after yourself, PRIMO? Where is Carlito's!?!"
Primo's head drops onto his chest as his brother tirades on. "Carlito. CARLITO! ... Carly!" he continues, when his brother still rants on.
"Can I help you?" a somewhat meek voiced manager comes up, his eyes gleaming with worry as he takes in Carlito's highly agitated state.
"Where is Carlito's sub?!" the somewhat manic wrestler demands, turning to the manager.
"Wha... what?" the manager says, his alarm growing.
Primo is speechless, groaning into his hands as people look around in varying levels of interest.
"Primo has a sub, but not Carlito!" the tag champ continues, flailing an arm at the menu where "Primo Meatball sub" is shown. Twice.
"Uh..."
"Sir?" a soft voice breaks into the conversation, as Carlito and Primo both turn to look at the interrupter- a young girl wearing a Quizno's shirt.
"Yes, what?" Carlito snaps at her, as she gulps a bit at his tone.
"I... I think there's been a mistake, we meant to change the menu, but someone forgot-- you see, the Chicken Carborana is supposed to be called "Carlito's Chicken Carborana"... I'm sorry for the error, sir."
Half the people in the building cross their fingers, while the other half hold their breath, none exactly wanting to see the Quiznos worker chewed out by the wrestler who was nearly three times her size. Primo does a bit of both as his brother glances from the sign to the girl, eyes narrowed in consideration.
"Well, then get that fixed, manager," he orders the fretful looking man, as everyone relaxes and slowly goes back to eating.
"Hey, Carlito, let's eat back at the hotel, eh?" Primo suggests, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment as the girl who saved them all from further rants chances a glance at him, a small smile on her pale face.
"Fine, fine. Let's order Carlito's sub first, huh?"
They're nearly out of the restaurant with two delicious smelling subs when Carlito realizes something. "Hey, manager! Do I get a cut for each sub you sell with my name on it?!"
There's a muffled scuffle as Primo's hand reaches into the doorway and tugs his brother back out. The last thing anyone hears from the two is a loud, "This IS NOT COOL!"
The manager and girl blink dully at each other before she slumps down against the counter and sighs.
The door slams open quickly and Primo runs back in, heading right for the manager who stiffens anxiously. "Hey, promote that girl, huh?! She deserves it!" is all he says, before dashing back out of the door.