Robbie pretended to be hurt by the sock in the arm, exaggerating the way he rubbed it, making a low whine.
"You. So there." He stretched out in the booth, not bothering to look at the menu. He leaned his head over to see if a waitress was coming. "If we were in my own time, we'd have been served already. Sally knows me here, but sadly, I'm about twenty years early to her conception." He did grin at the overly tanned blonde that approached the booth, giving her a grin that he saved for women (preferably single) only.