Walking in, I find the table and sit. A woman walks over and smiles at me."Would you like your usual Mr Pesci?""Yes, please." I watch as she walks off. A moment later, she returned with a glass."Would you like a dancer, Mr Pesci?""I'm good, thank you." She doesn't reply; she just turns and walks away. The booth is filled with the music from outside. A few minutes later, the curtain moves, and he walks in."Marco. Nice to see you again." Sighing, I look at Arlo."What is the point of this meeting, Arlo?" Picking up a cigar, I light it, using it as a distraction."Just because the wedding is off, Marco, that does not mean I don't still want to work with you." A woman walks in and glances between us as he stops talking."Can I get you a drink, sir?" She looks at him."Rum, please." He winks."Can I get you a refill, Mr Pesci?""Please." I smile at her."Dancer, Sir?" She looks at Arlo, I shake my head, and he nods."Your finest, please, two if you have spare." She walks off."Arlo, w
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