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But…wait! Hold on! Bob had said a “restaurant”…which…’by definition’…was absolutely not “a cheap dive bar with naked, dancing ladies, an opium den in the back and a ‘neon sign flashing XXX’s over the front door”.
A “restaurant” was generally known as a place where families come to eat and families usually meant adults and children…so there.
I smiled and took a deep, calming breath. No jail time for Cooper Malone today. Awesome!!
I’ll order a Coke, I thought. I love Coke. Maybe I’ll order 2 Cokes…or a Pepsi. Pepsi is a good choice too.
Let everyone else drink beer and flash their fucking ID’s all over the place. “I’ll have a Coke…please.”
I planned the dialog in my head as we approached the town.
Opening Scene: Restaurant interior…Cooper speaks confidently to the waitress…
“You know, I don’t think I’m in the mood for a beer. I think I’ll have a Coke…” (and then all really polite-like) “with extra ice, please…”
The extra ice makes it really believable. Right? Right.
Like I could have a beer if I wanted to…but I don’t want to. I am over 21 but…I just don’t want to drink beer…right now…today…even though I could…if I wanted. Fade out…
And ‘former best friend’ Franny had better not say one damn word or there will be no “Roger encounter” for her at The Friendly when we get back.
That settled…I let my mind concentrate on Hank. He looked older than either Franny or me…maybe about 25? I wonder what he did for a living?
I knew for sure he was cute. Oh yeah…he was cute all right and pretty damn sexy…he also had a kind of presence, not an attitude really, but something else…whatever it was…I liked it.
As we pulled up to the “Three Oaks Restaurant”, I noticed a family of four sitting by the front window. Mom. Dad. Two little girls with pigtails…maybe 8 and 10.
Neither of the little girls were slugging down beers. Not that they would be…of course!
“Settle down, Cooper.” I said sternly to myself…as my thoughts ran crazily roughshod over any sensibilities that I may have had when this day had started.