"Glad you could make it this time, Johnny," greeted Tommy as his friend got out of his Firebird to join them at the entrance of the restaurant.

Johnny tried to hide his guilt. "Yeah, sorry for bailing the last couple times. Been trying to find more work. Sid's riding my ass, and Shannon's bustin' my balls for child support."

"How's Robby?" asked Jimmy.

"He's what? Four now?" inquired Bobby.

Johnny shifted uncomfortably on his feet, hands in his jean pockets. "Yeah. Last I checked he's doing good." Before they could ask anymore questions, he said, "Well I'm starving. Let's eat."