Week 6: Fined Dining (Part 2)

Starring: Boomer, Bubbles

Location: The Fine Diner, Townsville, CA

Boomer bounded into the men's room and braced the door shut with his back, panting and frantically trying to swat the long, shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes. His eyes began to scan the alleged restroom, and realized that there was a giant dark pane of glass on the side of the vacant stall next to him. He walked over and sat on top of the toilet inside and curled into a ball, peering into the window pane and focused his eyes as hard as he could, and realized that he couldn't see back through it. One-way glass.

What kind of place is this?! He screamed in his head. Out of nowhere, the lights were cut, and a dim bulb shone above his head. The piercing shriek of static filled the room, and then an electronically distorted voice came through a tiny speaker below the void glass.

"Mr. Jojo... welcome to our restaurant. How are you enjoying your experience, so far?"

"How am I enjoying this? Are you f&%king kidding? This place is a living hell! My girlfriend and I thought we could give this new place a try, and instead of getting food of any edibility, we've been frisked, assaulted and even interrogated... such as right now, ever since we got here less than five minutes ago!" Boomer erupted, sweating profusely and breathing frenetically.

"Soooo, if I'm hearing you correctly... you're less than satisfied?"

"You tell me, Shih tzu brain!"

"I suppose I could give you a discount of some sort... how's about unlimited drinks, no charge? Can't go wrong with that."

"How's about a full refund? Maybe then, I might also consider not reporting you to the authorities!"

"Ummmmmm... how about unlimited drinks?"

"How about jail time?"

"I stand by the free drinks offer."

"You know what? I'm out of here! This has been the worst dinner of my entire life!" Boomer stood up off of the toilet and kicked open the stall, then stormed back out into the restaurant.

"Be sure to write a review on Yelp!" The voice shouted out to him as the door slowly creaked shut. He sat beside Bubbles, who was quivering in nervousness. He The naggy waitress came out with the bill, despite the fact that we never got any food. Boomer's eyes popped when he saw that the price of the original meal had been tripled for reasons unknown, and beneath that was a date ten days into the future.

"Now, either pay that bill off, or appear in court at that date." The waitress gleefully spoke.

"I don't think this is legitimate."

"Whatever you say, sir. Just be prepared to face the consequences." She smiled creepily. Boomer's hand slowly wrapped around Bubbles' tender wrist.

"Well... I mean, of course I will, if you say-" Boomer snagged Bubbles out of her seat mid-sentence and sprinted out the door with her being dragged through the air. They hauled tail down the street and didn't stop until they had reached home, some seven miles away.