[Johnnie's laughter rings throughout the restaurant in response, and he grabs up a shrimp to make up for the memory of the texture in his mouth while he watches Chrissy suffer. Oh, it's not too much suffering - just enough to be fucking hilarious.

Pretty quickly, their waiter strides on over to their table looking genuinely irritated now but also looking like he's doing his best to put on a customer service face anyway.]

Sir and madam, please keep your conversation to yourselves or I will have to ask you to leave.

[There's another commotion by the front door, meanwhile. Someone is starting to raise a fuss about their reservation - they're late, but their seats are already claimed and they clearly feel very strongly about how the restaurant should make an exception.

Johnnie quiets down his snickering and looks back over his shoulder toward the door while their waiter hurries off to get someone's food.]

Oh, I think that dude's fuckin' - the guy! The guy you said you were. Shit, he's real fuckin' pissed off. Hey, they might actually kick us out, you think? Eat a whole lotta shrimp, baby girl!

[While he knocks back the last of his booze, both rum and wine combined. Tastes awful, one right after the other, but shit, he knows this wine is expensive, he's not leaving it without having another gulp.]