Week 3: Fined Dining
Starring: Boomer, Bubbles
Location: The Fine Diner, Townsville, CA
It was a beautiful night to go out for dinner, and there was a brand new restaurant in town. Boomer heard the news and decided that it would be a great place to try for the first time with Bubbles, his girlfriend. It had a theme that of which had never been used in the restaurant business... police. Yes, the entire place had a police station theme, like how the theme at Hooter's is just owls galore. They walk in through the front doors together and observe the inside, admiring the design.
"Have you heard anything about this place?" Bubbles asked Boomer, feeling somewhat skeptical about having agreed to eat here.
"No. I haven't heard anything. I thought that this would be more of a trial-and-error experience between us. You know, to make things interesting."
"Well, let's hope that doesn't backfire."
"You don't suppose that this is one of those corny places where the employees never break character, do you?"
"I seriously doubt that. I'll bet it's just a fun, unique place where everybody is just dressed up all funny." A young brown-haired waitress approached the two, decked out in a skimpy police uniform. "Case in point," he smirked.
"Hello there, and welcome to the Fine Diner. Would you like a table in the bar or the civilized area?"
"Civilized area? Do you mean the booths?" Bubbles politely asked the waitress.
"Ma'am, do not question an officer of the law..." the waitress snapped, startling Bubbles and intriguing Boomer. "...but yes, it is called the 'booth area' everywhere else. Follow me." The couple followed the woman through a maze of seats until she stopped at an empty table close to the back of the joint. Boomer shifted his eyes around before sitting in the seat, noticing that he and Bubbles were the only customers. A dim lamp hung suspended from the ceiling directly above their table, and considering the fact that every single other table had one, this was the only one on.
"Interesting atmosphere," Boomer cringed." The waitress smiled as the couple sat on opposite sides of the table.
"Would you two care for any drinks?"
"I'll have a Dr. Pepper, and I know that she'll want a Pepsi."
"So is that how you do business? You speak for her, now? You some kind of big shot, huh? Care to tell me a bit about yourself before I scan a background check of you and discover your prostitution ring?"
"Ummmm... no, I'm just aware that Pepsi is her favorite drink... and, what?" Boomer nervously responded. He began to get fidgety and worried.
"How's about I just ask your so-called 'girlfriend' a couple of questions, huh? That's right, just go into the bathroom for a minute."
"Excuse me?"
"I said go!" She bellowed. Boomer made a mad dash to the restroom.
"Okay, okay! Christ alive!" He slammed the door behind him and braced it with his body. The woman took a seat and stared Bubbles down, making her retreat into her shoulder blades.
"It's okay, honey. Now that he's gone, there's a few questions that I have to ask you..." She shone the ceiling light directly into Bubbles' eyes.
"What? Why? Why are you doing this to us? We didn't do anything!"
"I'm the one whose asking the questions! Now does cooperate and this would be made so much easier!"
"*Sob!* Okay, alright... I'll tell you anything!"
"Good. That's what I like to hear. Now... what kind of an appetizer would you guys like?" She asked, in a strangely sudden, excited manner.
"What?"
"Oh, right, here's your menus! Sorry, I almost forgot. They're listed on the second page, bottom half." Bubbles sat there, frozen by rage.
To be continued...