He cleared his throat and finished the last of his beer, leaving it on the coaster for his temporary bartender to deal with. He listened up to the point of her thinking it a bad idea and scoffed, shaking his head but a smile was creeping its way to his features.
"No, I know a thing or two about bad ideas. Like the hanging from the street light naked, now -Thats' a bad idea. Why is coming to eat some food a bad idea? On a diet? We have salads too Ms. Benz. " Finally he decided to use the Mercedes car line since he knew he would be leaving soon as she probably would be.
"Besides, got better plans? It would take forty five minutes tops, depending on what you order. C'mon, champ. Don't be a dill pickle."