He's a regular, sort of, in for lunch with his girlfriend and another couple.
He's dressed a bit like a car salesman, suit and tie, hair slicked back, his friends are odd, the guy, big, quiet, short sleeves and arms covered with Tattoos. His girlfriend is beautiful.
They eat and they talk, Tony and his wife with Tattooed guy and his girlfriend, and after a while Tony borrows the private room with Tattoo to chat. They close the door, they need the privacy.
And while Tony, he looks like a car salesman, he's not, when you approach the table you overhear what he's talking about, not the subject, but the adjectives...."He's a fuckin loser...", "Damned cunt" .... "she's a fuckin"... his vocabulary would make even a car salesman blush.
While they're in the private room the girls stop talking, they just sit in front of their phones and text away. It's a business meeting, they don't have to be social when the men aren't around.
The men, whatever they're talking about, it takes a while, half an hour, but the women are fine.
I wonder what it's like, this ganster life, Tattoo, he's got a beautiful girlfriend with a look of perpetual boredom frozen on her face, Tony isn't doing so bad either, it's probably boring, a regular job, regular customers texting and phoning at awkward hours, that drug-addled urgency, deliveries to far flung parking lots in the North East, the glamor, it's not there, you only have to see them to know, it's just a lousy job like everyone elses.
It's a $300.00 bill for lunch. They pay in cash.