Isaac filled a basket with crackers and handed a stack of menus to one of the waitresses. "An order of chicken marsala," he said before she could walk off. She narrowed her gaze at me, but Isaac knew she loved being bossed around.
Isaac noticed a bloke take a seat at the bar, so he walked over. Isaac chuckled at his comment. "Fucking right," he said. "Care to take a few off my hands?" he asked lightly. "What're you drinking?"