"Yeah, we'll take...three of these...ooh, and five of these...nine of these and, let's see...this!" Grinned Mitchell, as he gave the waiter our order.
He'd booked a private room for us, which was really spacious, with couches and beanbags, a karaoke machine, projector, gaming console and the artwork on the walls was really cool, with murals of people from before WWIII who were into weed, like Snoop Dogg and...well, I don't really recognize anyone else.
Some parts of the artwork were in crazy, trippy spiral patterns, it was kinda cool. This place is nice, I feel like I can relax here, the temperature was a pleasant cool and the lights were slightly dim, I let out a contented sigh as I sunk into a beanbag...or at least, I would have, if I wasn't being interrogated right now.
"Drop it."
"Come on, man, spill! Who was that redhead, she seemed to really like you!" Remarked Mitchell, looking like he was about to burst with curiosity.
